Potential Plenum and the Origin of the Eternally Unconditioned and Unbound Noumenal Subjectivity: 5000 Years Old Tree-Self Voice-Over

WELCOME TO 2016 -HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE

“From the beginning not a thing is.”- HUI NENG

“I see everything as clearly as possible, yet I do not see. Do you understand?” -Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

sypersymmetry

Supersymmetry and ‘shadow’ particles

“What AM I?

As far as I can understand I am the absence of my presence and the absence of the presence of my absence.

What does it mean?

It means that I am my phenomenal absence, and also the absence of that still phenomenal absence itself.

The resulting absence is phenomenally total, but it is not noumenally nil…

METHUSELAH the ancient bristlecone pine is 4,841years old, White Mountains of California

Methuselah the bristleconepine is one of the oldest tree on Earth, located at the White Mountains of California, Inyo National Forest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You may enjoy life from afar. You may look at things but not taste them. You may caress the mother only with the eyes.” (‘The Lords and the New Creatures, Jim Morrison)

It is an absence of all possible phenomenal presence which is itself, noumenally, whatever I am.

That is entirely no thing, for which reason it can neither be named nor described, which means that it is neither the “that” nor the “it” by which terms I have just referred to it.

But the establishment of “its” total phenomenal inexistence as an object of sense, or of thought, as a thing in itself, in no way implies its intemporal nullity.

On the contrary, the very temporal inexistence of itself as an object of consciousness, requires and indicates intemporal Isness.

– All Else Is Bondage by Wei Wu Wei

In a rapturous ocean of delight

The clouds have shunned the flecks of sunlight

The Baobab Tree

The Sacred Baobab Tree of Madagascar is a National Symbol and Heritage, these trees have magical properties and upon carbon dating is proved that they can live up to amazing 3000 years

The winds roared

Waves pulling against each other

Tearing apart the syllables of sound (the tree of the sound =the column)

Lightning and rain

Mandala or the Whell of Life

Cosmic Mandala or the Wheel of Life, Tibet

Merrily again

In the Void of the Sun

Watches the Self, hibernating in dreams

Encounters not this or that

But ‘isness’ from beginning that was

As, of now, and will be.

-J

 

 

 

 

 

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The Earth-Clock Hour in the Temple of the Bon sends signals to Humanity for Perfect Growth and Development: Compassion is the Attitude towards Macro-Evolution in the Entire-Creation-Entire

Temple of Bon, Samij Datta, 2012

The Earth-Clock Hour in the Temple of the Bon sends signals to Humanity for Perfect Growth and Development: Compassion is the Attitude towards Macro-Evolution in the Entire-Creation-Entire (Perhaps the gods are dead!)

Consciousness-Analogue

Enable your heart to listen to the song

The white bird has perched its shadow on the outer circumference of the egg

Though destiny cannot frame the path of tomorrow’s future

Broken relics of history are still burning in the land

Reading an old book of Tapriza to the empty spaces lying beneath

The stars are circumambulating the mountains; uncertain hour dragged its body into every stream running down

Sacred letters of ‘Olmo’ disappeared into the awakened compassion of the being

Through light and into the light the ways of the Master heralded the time

Shenrab uhinmrang Shenrab

Red flame of the black pool carved the ethereal synagogue of the sun

Ra-Ru-Re dream > Supramental asked to accelerate

The moon has crawled nine ways to the pyramid: buy 2 get one

In the quiet of the mind the beginning was also the end of no-causal entreaty

Greater the degree of devotion to the self greater the earning of the bodhi-tree in per decra-nanoseconds of bliss consumed

Thou art within like the rainbow serpent in the whaos-chaos of the alblackica

Thou art the luminous sacred wheel of evolution

In the YungDrung-roaming space of Jahoa-Jahoa-Jahoa

In the yashik-dashik-golden carpe-diem of the everlasting day!

Ranga matir path

suryer badami alo dhuye dey mati

Chetonar ardhonarishwar prakitir pratiti kanthe jagay tar bani

Adbhut sab alo jwalchey nivchey

Anya kono tarar durabhash theke aschey kato pran.

– Joy Roy Choudhury