Micro-Genetics of the Consciousness within the Geometric Circles Regenerating Vortex for Transmission of Codons for New Supramental Life-Force

 

The First Principle Is That You Must Not Fool Yourself- And You Are The Easiest Person To Fool. 

– Richard Feynman, 1974

 

Micro-Genetics of the Consciousness within the Geometric Circles Regenerating Vortex for Transmission of Codons for New Supramental Life-Force

creation (6-6) alpha-alpha

creation (4-4) zeta-zeta

creation (8-8) pi-pi

orb vectors triangular brahman —vigrahaman 

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life within it

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life within it

A point originates from the vast navel of four thoughts

Thought was not there but a will-force

Will was not there but just an intuition of things

There was just this ‘feeling’

A small regular spark of the irregular void

That within itself

A strange supra-giant entity, the serpent of Ishtar

The Ionicixa, the Razder, the Mazuvont

The aboriginal fire in the lap of sacred tetrahedron

Dreamt the zero of the pure spirit

It incarnated as the vesica piscis

Enfolding the flower of the beautiful rhythm

From future came unwinding time herself

The clocks started ticking within radiometric circles

Thoughts became condensed to a point of singularity

Machu Micchu -Rediscovering The Lost  City of the Incas, Peru

Machu Micchu -Rediscovering The Lost City of the Incas, Peru

And consciousness the mother in the womb

Gave birth to a flame of desire

Something out of the vast harvest of random uncertainties

Expression was the true source of the tree of life

Gradually building the light body merkaba

For existence to become possible from the mathematical possibilities

Reality was a paragon of the known unknown

Dolphins and birds

The sea and the octahedral mountains

Felt the wind as fire on the edges of these points

Octave to octave

The sun was the shaman who nestled in the void

Playing the flute of darkness and light

The dawn came as a chalice of blood offering itself to the creational owner

Laboured earned the stars, death the vision

Uniform non-locality in the immobile spheres

Each interface inter-changing dimensions

Electromagnetic oscillation of the triad of destiny

Red alphabets

And the golden Benu

Saw the eternal emerald skies filled with light

The arc danced

Splinters of coal etched a rainbow of rivers.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

In the Equipoise of the Silent Eye that Rests in the Peace-Arm of the Sun: The Quantum Arc of the Rotating Disc is the Time Equivalent of the Plastic Fantastic Lover

Quantum-Hydra Alblackica Clock Series, IV, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Equipoise of the Silent Eye that Rests in the Peace-Arm of the Sun: The Quantum Arc of the Rotating Disc is the Time Equivalent of the Plastic Fantastic Lover

Consciousness-Analogue

The aborigines of the east in the Sumerian time are clocking the Alpha Reticuli of the sand-river bath; the white ocean is the silver phantom of mystery earrings that touch the air with a sudden slight intoxication of the black venus hydra. Logic of the logos of the ruhatit time effervescing itself in the windowless shadows of the hypermetropia; change changes its constant as the sun is the mirror of another morning in the night of its day, in the cupola it sees the flaming horizontal axis per decra zime-mass in the evolution of the earth. Rolling the wax into the wicked length of the wick, the height became larger than the stars that shine it conversed with the moons in the isotropic bond that shared the lion positrons of the hyper-space; yuwaziha was running in the fields, the space-game track was on the heels of a light-train that fired no bullets but danced with every yellow flower of the signal white in the tetragonal bliss of a motion without the vector-drive.

The desire was the fountain of an even aspiration climbing the shoots of the radish into the cold-tar of the book of paradise, it was only a dream had meanings that separated few from the rest as every you from me and conjoined together in the holy threads of the isomers of Peru through alblackica time…alblackica time. That was only with purple and pink satin  wall-hens that were  growing in numbers in the hallelujah of the canvas chanting the momento mori of the Prima donna birth in the zazermoan of the past identity. I am here illumining this into that so the bird speaks the alpha beta letters of the alblackica mind in the new creation of unified knowledge as seen through the haloed vision of the webang-glass queen.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Reference: Photograph of Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa (here s Webang-Glass Queen, as seen in the Sun recently)