The Meta-Pollinating Vessel of Time Creating the Cause behind the Supra–Physical Effect to Bring about a Change in the Cosmic Order of the Creation

The Meta-Pollinating Vessel of Time Creating the Cause behind the Supra–Physical Effect to bring about a Change in the Cosmic Order of the Creation

With the help of tetra-trinity 

The light intersects Jehovah

God of power, pentagonal wisdom

Holiness, the King of Kings create

Salvation by the hope in mercy

Immutable myth of hexagonal Sacrifice

Unites the Judgement of infinity

In the night of the dawn

The horse and its nine chariots

Will rise in glory

Will rise in glory

Will rise in glory.

-His Hyper-physical Kindness

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: The avatars as depicted by Rev. James Gardner in ‘Faiths of the World’, Edinburgh, 1880

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

The Bon and Kuntu Zangpo, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Delightful Beginning of a Change: On the Road to Olmo-Lung-Ring where Consciousness met the Being of the Old Traveler of the Wishful-Thinking

Consciousness-Analogue

A wish is a light from the stone

A pure heart assembles its pain transfiguring into joy of eternal delight

In the cloud of differential existence, consciousness is only the tree of being

Remote sensing the father in the palaeographic relic of the adi-tarmas

Adi-hung-ninad avra muatat straz struhet yayastat

Religion will die; compassion can only kindle the true spirit of the creation

There was never any goal set for humankind; man de-morphed himself looking at the endless aping mirrors of this creation

In quest for the rainbow mind, his vision was the Holy Grail that promised him with the sanctity of an only true order

That legend lived on the road to olmo-lung-ring

Magic quatrain of the laughing lines square a root of the Bon in upper kingdom of Tibet

They found him sitting there, his beard and the cross not worn by time’s destitutions

His eyes affixed at a point were moving like a force that generates the power of multiple transformations

Far below the seated throne, the river rippled its way into the golden heart

Ad majorem Dei gloriam- Glory to the god of the New Race

The birds flew where the wind blew; the sky was a haunted thread of Kuntu Zangpo

In the realm of alblackica, only the true thing will remain

In the realm of alblackica, “the old order changeth yielding place to new”.

In the realm of alblackica, there is light shining in the red darkness of frovahin-dawn

Truth cometh soon will reshape the destiny of the whole creation.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “The old order changeth yielding place to new”.- The Passing of Arthur, Alfred Tennyson

 

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Unborn Tazig, Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Consciousness-Analogue

When the mind meditates with the stone

The mountains utter their prayers to the moon and the stars

Reciprocation of love offered is a natural causal-effect of bio-geo kinesis

Yao yao ru ta te tu ro yam hua

Yia tu yia tu yang yeng ying

Simple are the ways of the magnetic-priest yet differential and prismatic

Three-fold time in the star-gate crystal; the sound is the anointed ring of the shamans

Wisdom articulates the practice of bon in every alter of the tree

Relative vision is higher than normal lens perception

Drawing on the inner-line of the lake Nam Tso, the sun has found a shelter beneath the ice

It was the night time melting into dawn

It was the last rite in the sacred field

If tomorrow came like a ghost sweeping the floors of yesterday’s fears

Today will be the day to practise the knocking on heaven’s door?

In the zabber of the Brahman I saw the lion looking into the man through the heart of a bird flying like a tiger

Do you see the blazing blade of grass over dew drops falling from the bowl of the cherubic fire?

Do you hear the sound, do you hear the sound?

After silence banged the head of the gods against a table rolling the dice with Judas?

What they have falsified to the winds carrying their feathers over dead tongues misconstruing across many rolling seas?

There is nothing at all- no myths no archetypes no tombs no statues

Not even the written word from the diadem of truth

It was in that that I saw that it ‘moved not yet it moved’ over nameless apostrophes of man’s struggle with destiny

What ‘that is not that is’ but it was a moment when light had no shadow in the death vision of a dream

Dreams connected spheres and shepherds brought thy music from the long valley of olmo-lung-ring

Supermind: walk the walkatishwara-cross-tri-qua-non (bliss restoration – narayana)

She ate the apple in the effigy of the bon to melt mankind into the ecstasy of hunger

That hunger was the desire to be greater than the one in the many one of ones in the creation

Man loved the gods greater than himself and thus paved the path for their evolution

It was the hour before the time in zime, a mighty finger pointed its direction towards that darkness revealing itself

Light, a blind source of freedom opened as if a lotus peeped from the stars into the green horses of the sea

9-parabrahman-9, supramental-qui-qui-shakti

Some came to win, some came to loose

Others were just riding their luck

What difference it makes to this creation?

Nothing I say is vain

For they bear the feather that is born from the dusk of original purity

To be more free with the self honour the life that is given to you

For one day you may know have crossed death towards immortality.

Shantih Shantih Shantih!

Peace on Earth!

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

Three-Fold Time into the Star-Gate Crystal Enfolds the Perimeter of the Square-Rectangle within the Gnostic Communion of the Ancient Bon Light of Wisdom

Yungdrung Gutseg, Olmo Lung Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Three-Fold Time into the Star-Gate Crystal Enfolds the Perimeter of the Square-Rectangle within the Gnostic Communion of the Ancient Bon Light of Wisdom: Meta-Trageth Truth of Existential Creation

Consciousness-Analogue

Square is a quadrilateral at the base of the Yungdrung Gutseg

Magic portal to the hidden land of the Immortals

Mind mirrors mind-field; language mirrors the self

What art thou unborn in the undiminished space of time-elongation?

Rebooting the empty signs of signal non-locality via exazeth supermind

Quatreth-AUM-Quatreth

In the red arrow of light the eons have offered their knowledge to the bon masters

They saw the big bird’s shadow through the glass vessel of Tigrinya grammar

Sands bore the rose leaf of a sacred star in a billion waves (direct golden play- end of darkness/kal-kal-kalki-kal creation on 9d-change-h axis of z-z-z change (4-6-9-7) decrax

In the Gnostic inner-circle of the para-brahman, the cause is the after-light effect of the final embodiment

Grefuhaman is Grefuhaman is Grefuhaman

On the road to olmo ling, there is no olmo ling in the doubt-cast matter of the mind (sapper-mind is empty!)

Ash returns diamonds into coal after the ether have vaporized the subject of eternity from the faith circle of alblackica

Nights cannot travel into the dawn through the midnight express it needs allowance of anti-quark transmission energy

Mountains are dry fuels for a shoal of fish that catches the light

Keaton-pull up boat-swing matter unmanifest-matter supra-tail-supra-null-supra-lim Supramental

Skull fits the monk as the book feeds the dead

Run-in perpendicular time>sun-lit path<acrux-Sri Aurobindo-Supermind Active-VIA Line 7

Sat-yat-tatat-sat-chit-ALOR-ANIRBAN-THIKANA

EXISTENCE IS CONSCIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon

Olmo Lungring, Samij Datta, 2012

Counter-Clockwise Movements of Cyclical Time in the Ever Evolving YungDrung of Prima Matra in the Ancient Tapriza Hymn of the Bon

Consciousness-Analogue

The four apostles are the tetra-terra streams of light

They advance towards the everlasting sea

The dragon submerges the truth in the cradle of darkness

Peacock elephant snow lion horse – thou art come within and shine

Thou art the secret messengers of the sacred land ‘olmo-lungring’

From the cave of the Neanderthal, the Bonpo gazes at the pristine stars of Shenrab

No beginning or end have ever won him any glory

He was the child of his own thoughts killing the hours by the seconds in the years

His friend was the rivers that spoke with the trees talking about Michelangelo

His words were metaphors that etherized a desert with the menthol of Alma mater

His verse were the true link of a polymerase chain in the Satprem of Sri Aurobindo

In the alpha-square of the geo-hunet gravity the leopards are eating the Frankenstein of the race

Let time be the tool in the wheel of fire to reshape the moment on a frictionless road

Let new words be the design of merit born from the gulf of differences to institutionalise individual development and progress

Known is the unknown chapter in the Gnostic book of the dead

Towards the non-dual social sign the symbol are the letters written on Savitri

The moon climbs on the back of her hair

The red face is the lotus of the Alblackica fountain

Spring calls the fleeting birds in the tower of Babel

Allow them to speak with thy tongue

Let thy chaos be moulded into the antiquity of consciousness

Let thy mind be vacant with it

Anadiutsakendre jage rat

Karagar theke lanthan niye ay

Akasher chari haste bhorer ananda ke tapriza pathay tar shei chithi

Uttor madhur ek Taranga te anabil ak hashi

Jano ure jay ramdhanu nadiyay alor chande ak nadi

Chalo jai surjer par dhore sagar mohonay

Srot ashim ek srot

Nei samay, “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME”. – II- A Game of Chess, The Wasteland, 1922- T.S. Eliot