The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India

Gopala: The Essential Light of Self-Development , Cranar Avom Quantum Consciousness Non-Dual Virtual/Madubani Folk Art, India

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

“An auxiliar light

Came from my mind which on the setting sun

Bestow’d new splendour…”

(Prelude, William Wordsworth)

Bliss is the yantra of Sri Khetra

A self-induced trance-trip into the infinite realms

An opening of closed doors within the walls of human existence

An awakening of cellular consciousness –solar visitation of the moons

The Lord of the creation resides in the haploid gamete

Winged-Buddha of mani padme hum

Vajrayana Vashistha of the starlight kingdoms

A twilight of infant clouds sailing across a vast sea of resources

It sees the mirage in the mirror of its memory

Computes the mystery of the unnamed source

From where all destiny must emerge

Or it’s a dull scene on a stage where actors are dead

A room of despair and a vain glorious epiphany of human error

An endless stream of cycles of the same accord – the past Yugas were a procastination of time

The olive branches on the fading floor

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

The Child of the Cosmic Dawn: Typesetting Jim Morrison on the Event Horizon/Luminous Point -to-Point Omega Bridge

Fallen leaves on an ocean of impulse

Masks of freedom, camouflage retreats

Winds blow that cannot hear the fluting cry

Or feel the feet beneath a grass of mists

Shishirer nupure Sri Angan – Sri Khetra

The dewy laden time is the everlasting hope

A promise of the tetra-foliate diamond night

From the dawn of eternity’s only choice

We shall be the last standing under a broken roof

Under the tree of light, shining back of horses hoof

Utter the last syllables the knower shall know

A moment of great revelation – a para-kranti tandava of all principles of truth

What you see, what you seize, what exists and not

A fiery storm unleashed the Savitur–Eye of the All-Conscient Self

It’s a turning point in the history of death

That thou wilting under the sun shall chant the Hari Nam

And cover the lost spaces that we walk alone towards the origin.

HARI OM TAT SAT

– Joy

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Kalki, The Apocalyptic Horse Rider and the Conscious Descent in Matter of the Supramental Force: The Mission of Sirius and the New Awakening

Kalki Avatar : The Coming of the Time

Kalki Avatar : The Coming of the Time

 

I. Invocation 

Melody line of colours corpuscular

A sea of swirls untouched by time

Sakyamuni once in that land of bliss

Meditated on Brahma-Surya

Space of the great orange birth of the suns

Triple like Sirius incarnate

In the hollow diagram of Mark Rothko

Like a peninsula guarded by the serpent seas

And walls reflecting the while light of Shambhala

Vehicles surrender their respective positions

Their movements coin the glory of birth

From the navel of the primordial unuttered Arhan-singularity

Topaz light on the fringe horizons

Real oviduct of the Original Idea

Pulsating blue green dots on the ancient Chamomile superscript

We have visited this place through psychic alterations

We travel through the eternal boat

Mark Rothko painting: circa 1952/Private Collection

Mark Rothko painting: circa 1952/Private Collection

Gliding in between strange intervals

Empty like a silver line shining in the sky.

 

II The Coming Time of The Kalki-King

Om adi Chintamani

Om adi chintamani

Om adi chintamani

Kravitonhung Ka-Kanter-Kalki

Riding the white horse of celestial light

Galloping across vast empty space of the spectrum

Tomorrow the sun wakes up

The moon clings to the sky

The banner of time flies in eternity

Thoughts of the saptarshis as light-winged angels

Crowd the event horizon – where it takes place

All encrypted on the surface as nuggets of information packets

Electromagnetic condensation of time on anti-gravity

Matter is the yatring-spirit of the Brahman transforming itself

A peace line to be established; ascend to the throne

An intelligence of subatomic virtues to be inculcated

Jim Morrison: Lords and the New Creatures

Jim Morrison: Lords and the New Creatures

The shining rod sparkles like the rich uranium maprhinto-core

The truth shall come at last striving to be born from the bondage of ignorance

Wheeling in circles like the falcon-headed god of the ancient principle

The zion of after-life from the supergiant stars have send their blessings

Hari Om Tat Sat -Hari Om Tat Sat-Hari Om Tat Sat

Tat Sat Chit in the Christ of Kalki

Flaming alphabets in the cave walls of history

Encoded the message from Sirius

Twa Twa ozraeb-kalki

Super luminescent cumin function

Await the coming consciousness of time.

 

– Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception

Lao Tzu

Lao Tzu

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception 

 

Walking is an act of submission of the self

Time is the quarzon self

Stretching itself beyond the creation

A rainbow disc of dao de jing

The great ascended masters are coming back again…

Through this way…

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Walking is the will of the Supreme able to manifest its own elements

Earth, Air, Fire, Water form the  tetrahedral grid of the Yahweh

We walk into the hall of light

Disappear into the void

Reappear again in our astral self

Our Bio-electric circuits running fast from one level to another

Changing dimensions as we move

Eternally changing

Lahiri-Mahsaya

Lahiri-Mahsaya

To perfect the very act of walking

an experience of a red supergiant star with its suprenova

A dwarf star with its cosmic microwave background

On the terrace we call the sky, on the surface of cold ice

In between caverns and rock edifices

In the holy core, in the conscious interior

Like a sphinx we walk

Invisibly connecting the ancient spirit with the supramental

Walking is the silent speech of the Jiva- an act of higher manifestation

Walking constructs language and hidden geometries

Silence is the labour of pain invoking the hidden powers

Walking release the passion of the mind

We capture images, we tell stories, we make things happen

The multiverse speaks to us

The journey rewards our occult fantasy

Slowly taking us to the ecstatic point

That calls forth our pilgrimage

And our existence…

– Joy Roy Choudhury