The Original Realization of Marvellous Practice and the New Enlightenment under Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj: Negative Space (Ma) Topologically Constructing Kinematic Behaviour of Invisible Micro-State Point-Forces

Maha-Avatar Sri Babaji Maharaj

Maha-Avatar Sri Babaji Maharaj

ORIGINAL REALIZATION IS MARVELLOUS PRACTICE- ZEN SAYING

“Do you like music?” Dr. Robert asked.      

Island by Aldous Huxley

Island by Aldous Huxley

“More than most things.” 

“And what, may I ask, does Mozart’s G-Minor Quintet refer to? Does it refer to Allah? Or Tao? Or the second person of the Trinity? Or the Atman-Brahman?” 

Will laughed. “Let’s hope not.” 

Paul Klee, Um den Kern or Around the Core circa 1935

Paul Klee, Um den Kern or Around the Core circa 1935

“But that doesn’t make the experience of the G-Minor Quintet any less rewarding. Well, it’s the same with the

kind of experience that you get with the moksha-medicine, or through prayer and fasting and spiritual exercises.

Even if it doesn’t refer to anything outside itself, it’s still the most important thing that ever happened to you.

Like music, only incomparably more so. And if you give the experience a chance, if you’re prepared to go along with it,

the results are incomparably more therapeutic and transforming. So maybe the whole thing does happen

inside one’s skull. Maybe it is private and there’s no unitive knowledge of anything but one’s own physiology.

Who cares? The fact remains that the experience can open one’s eyes and make one blessed and transform

one’s whole life.”

 – Island, Aldous Huxley

Om Ma

Sri Sri Anandamayi Maa Photograph5

Sri Sri Anandamayi Maa Photograph

Ma the negative space topologically constructing kinematic behaviour of invisible micro-state point-forces giving rising to diamond emptiness- Macro-tactile crystalline super-void/Emptiness Architecture 12th to 13th Dimension Retrocausal Jump

In the beginning the end enfolded in dreams speaks of an unknown question of no one

Why then have you come and how far did you get? What initial ritualistic symbols did you purify?

How many gigavolts of electrical energy you need to transfuse in the cellular networks to reconfigure the vibration, the pulse of these universe mapped locally in your brain as network convergence over a wide area of the system?

Sitting in the park

The wooden bench under the canopy of autumn leaves probably in NY

Orange red green

Maybe, inside the head purple

Jim Morrison Rock Psychedelic Poster

Jim Morrison Rock Psychedelic Poster

And distant ocean winds and words

Flowing through

Down and up the axis mundi

Smoothly coming out

Re entering again

The vast theatre of desireless non-differential karma

Uttering profoundly the ‘Om’

Shining like a ripple

That characterizes the sound of this eternal existence

From the non-deliberate act of inaction potential

On the surface to the bottom

The membranes are colliding against each other

Creating nano-optical convergence of life-force

As a resonance of the negative space ‘Ma’

Network Convergence at Nanoscale

Network Convergence at Nanoscale – 12th to 13th Dimensional Retrocausal Jump

Over the super dynamic sheets of Om fibres

Projected out in a single dance

Connected with the WHOLE BODY OF MAHA-AVATAR BABAJI MAHARAJ

This was getting simple Joseph K said

There was actually no trial

No courtroom

No warrant

No nothing

Neither there will be a Bodhi tree standing for enlightenment

The body stood still

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy: Tapoban Katha

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy:      Tapoban Katha

Emitting the glow from its own substance

And the birds practiced karuna

Flowers were offered at His feet

Eternity on every grain of sand

Was the riddle of time answering the Question

That followed it to where He was, is and will be forever- Om Ma

-J

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From Om Parvat to an American Pastoral: The Story of Grand Resurrection of Sri Yukteshwar and Light-Matter-Interactions in the Quantum Higgs Field

Sri Yukteswar: The Quantum-Kriya for Transformation of Earth

Sri Yukteswar: The Quantum-Kriya for Transformation of Earth

“I’ll tell you this:
No eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn.
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we are stoned Immaculate”.

– Jim Morrison, AN AMERICAN PRAYER

Thou Reverend Father of the haloed light

Of invisible mass and fragrance of sweet dreams

The cosmic pool on which things float

Are fragments of thy stream

Surrender thy life-force in complete resurrection

A coming of the golden tide – a high occurrence on the event-horizons

Forests of splendid visions

Spinning around a change of seasons

The hornbill and the quail and the weaver and the gale

Sky’s diamond rings collapse and cease

Before the dead dull head of the sun

The freezing stars assimilate

One body, one spirit and one heart-for-all

That thou from this light must manifest thy truth

In the emptiness of forms must liberate the mind’s vacuum hymns

A consciousness so pure and

Jim Morrison (An American Pastoral, 1969):

Jim Morrison (An American Pastoral, 1969): The Soul of Light-Matter-Interactions

everlasting

Creating in the Higgs Field, the Interactions

Force enacts mass and energy by constant dissolution and creation

Emerge as the cosmic sign the miracle of light entrusted you this work of Works

Let the world reel and the angels sing or cry in the mist glow of heavens

Earth to undergo the transformation in this time

A little flower of thee – an offering that was trampled by the insane vicissitudes of existence

Shall in the end bloom the divine essence of life

And be the cusp for higher material and spiritual interactions.

“Silvery star

Cottonwood canyons

Alokananda melting from the zenith

Flows into gorgeous valley of rainbow hued dreams

Light shines

A moment’s flash deep into the future

A past resurrected from the dead ashes of the tree

A flower of sweetness prevail in the fluting cry for the divine union

Earth’s gardens are bathed in the vesper of fragrant memories

It’s time to rebuild the Eternal kind”.

-Joy

– Joy

Offering as a Poetic Bird Flying into Empty Space towards an Accelerated All-Absolute Self: Theta Function of Omega Point is Valve-operation on Kriya-Karma-Prem-Dharma (Latent Isotopic De-Materialization & Successive Re-appearance)

Offering as a Poetic Bird Flying into Empty Space towards an Accelerated All-Absolute Self: Theta Function of Omega Point is Valve-operation on Kriya-Karma-Prem-Dharma (Latent Isotopic De-Materialization & Successive Re-appearance)

lahiri-mahasaya pic

Lahiri-Mahasaya Cosmic Carnival of Light & Peace

He has offered back to it

What he ate in the long years of adversary

Dissolving at the centre; annihilating on the rim

Creation bound by circles and trapeziums and retroactive geometric fibers

He as in time is eternity lost

He as in time is innocence of the self absorbed light

He as in time is the night of the dead pan and the raven

He as in time is himself breathing through the nostrils of a horse

Running across miles of open space that curve, twist and turn

Great is the sunlight trapped in the evening hour-glass of the sands

Stars on the bosom of the sea rolls the wave that rocks the moon

Swinging like the tide in a vortex up and down

Miracles waste time; scriptures swallow in silence

They cannot – they cannot tell you the essence of living

Yoga is a newsreel only the names changed their addresses

They cannot tell you the real thing

Jim Morrison-Time's Petals That Flower Life as the Love for the Indivisible One

Jim Morrison-Time’s Petals That Flower Life as the Love for the Indivisible One

Perhaps an answer is sought by time offering himself to question his own existence

Time doesn’t know but he believes in it and burn

Revolving in the elevator the ticks cannot hear the tocks

Only the sun crossed the paths through the kriya of evolution

From Krishna to Christ is a long conscious journey

Sorrows churn the matsya in the ocean

The currents blow the conch shell

An interim time: cast your doubts

A drop of fire cried like the pyre on the edge of great salvation

It’s the coming of Kya-Kwi-Ka-Kalki

-Joy