The Innumerable Units That Make up the Unified Vision of Alblackica: Through Time in Time they are Dromos-Dero of Yuvik-Dimensional System

ALBLACKICA PLATE VII, Samij Datta, 2012

The Innumerable Units Make up the Unified Vision of Alblackica: Through Time in Time they are Dromos-Dero of Yuvik-Dimensional System

Consciousness-Analogue

The said prophet of the dromos-dero is the swan, he sees life as a flow in the solid gradiant of the sun’s alblackica; there are the times when the alter of no-time builds images to deconstruct laterally; they can be the camera of the world to make-believe what it is not but behind the celluloid of matter’s cellular destiny the light is acting agent of meta-transformation; the wind-hole is the pipe through which the rainbow seizes the flood to conquer the sea; the red-hat matter is born from the Yuwaziha tree, every second of nayutin time its eating the death to see the purple emanation of the future; the red is not red but the burning rose of black Sabbath petals of the primeval fire; the cold silver sea was once a warm river from the geysers; rotation on revolution in the spiral gyres is xecat bexas;

to what you see in the trapeziums the crystal hangs the agate like cross buying time in the free-market economy of space to return the light to where it was; green grass was the melting snow of many aeons, the tiger moths are not looking for a flame to die but they all can see what they cant’ see : the sky is the image of the water on the surface of the radioactively charged crystals of the sand, they look no further, the camera has tilted its vision now, Yuwaziha is going back to the sea to drown with the drowning sun beneath the night petal-birds and a mnemonic moon.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Aphrodite on a Swan, Pistoxenos Painter/Terracotta , 460 BC (presently at British Museum)

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The Tigers are Coming Back from the Heliotropes: Put Thy Feet in the Alblackica Sea

Alblackica Plate VI, Samij Datta, 2012 The Tigers are coming back from the Heliotropes: Put Thy Feet in the Alblackica Sea

Consciousness-Analogue

An ancient ladder-tree is the doctrine of the winter months that centrifuge itself in the summer eclipses of the sun; the rosa-beam twirls itself in the twilight hours, crab-tree moun gave to it the flowers of the zero-circle, a gift of Yuwaziha to the other greatyana eternals waiting to put their feet in the alblackica sea; they must know the sand-vision king who offered carnelian roses to the rivers of the lost paradise; zero from zero is zero minus the one; the space-eating blimtra crocodiles are not fasting today they admire the power of the symbol: thou see the distance that time has moved, thou see the fast-track mind of the Razders and the Baquitras; a free rope is a carriage of the cross over the ladder to carry time into the spaceless non-ethereal matrix of matter: the hen is the crow of the raven’s shelter from light but its not the horn that quits the struggle for a loss or a gain; the bull-elephant is driving the saucer into the farthest point of this creation, the tigers are coming back from the heliotropes; with the turning of the master key the lock of the ice-bed revealed the warm purple rose of the pastoral unicorns, they are the new Zebaxta eternals of the Yuwaziha.

Thou remain calm excrete all fear,

the moon of the last bow has fired the arrow

into the orthocentre of the triangle,

the dawn-mist time of Alblackica is dancing as it comes.

– Joy Roy Chodhury

Reference: Human Body in the pentagram from Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa’s Libri tres de occulta philosophia

The Zero Constant within Time-Fluctuations: The Yuwaziha and the Zebra-Moun-Book of Eternals

ALBLACKICA PLATE V, Samij Datta, 2012

The Zero Constant within Time-Fluctuations: The Yuwaziha and the Zebra-Moun-Book of Eternals

Consciousness-Analogue

Sun’s dancing spirals can eat the cow of darkness madness hear the words of reason’s after-light the pantomime crow is the destiny of all –travel far and beyond the creation, to make the creation the creation it shall be.

That shall be the door of an open courtyard many separated differences of lives put together to churn the mill that harvests the milk of the absolute or rather the amsolute in the aksolute. It’s is the best price that can be paid at the alter of Alblackica. Yuwaziya watches the time that has no personnel but the persona of this song is the real unmanifest and the virtual self-professed manifested pentagram in the cross-palm history of this earthy race.

Trees that have feathers are the burning spectacle of a lion in rage he fathers forth the entity of time that came from the cave-pigment of the bell-vision; the vision is the truth that had the binomial function of an azimuthal quantum number, energy dissociated are transferred back to the prima matra and in the mirrored hologram of the mind cast-lind-wall- it’s rather in the plates that the unread chapters are read again to give matter the highest frequency that it can maintain with the spirit in unison to fill the promises of an open bargain with the creator or the creatrix. Where are you in the dying vision of the ‘burning giraffes’ of Salvador? The insignificant are casting their vote into the pyramidal structure of the grand design – they are taking the shape of tigers that are the white-sage elephants- the million Bwajem-Jwahyu Sadhus of the non-time matter, of the other-space coming down on earth:

Tetrat Terav Tetrat

Nestrat Nihayo Nestrat

Love is the Wind of the River of No-Time.

Follow her steps as the streams squeeze the grapes to make the setting sun twine with the vine and as the drops fill the lapis with the yellow laughter of the moon, Yuwaziha is dancing…far from time in time to time but not in time as the words end the end of themselves.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Reference: Grateful Album Cover Art (Axomoxoa)

The Embryonic Journey into the Center of Time through the Eternet Networks of Alblackica Consciousness

ALBLACKICA PLATE IV, Samij Datta, 2012

The Embryonic Journey into the Center of Time through the Eternet Networks of Alblackica Consciousness

Consciousness-Analogue

I have no other than the Yuwaziya Elohim Harastot     

Time’s fragments are motionless in the custody of space

There are tunnels through which the wind-river can pass

April’s showers are the bona fide travelers of many writers

They can spring Avogadro in the reason of no-time

If you are there the one then I be the zero

In the even placenta of the embryonic journey

Through the dark matter of time and eternity into the spirit of the sun

The self has won the zime-bliss of the introhan

Alpha alblackica alpha alblackica of the dust free nature

Is the revolving circle that binds the new creation to the Mazuvonts and Neyunkavs

Ethereal queen veta-veta ethereal queen on the high-webang glass lights

There is a summer in every winter despair there is an autumn in the vernal equinox

The birds have flown are coming back through the empty street-skies of matter’s destiny

Rains can build the relative frames they can construct the terrapin-law minds 

They move in with the distance the shorter the arm the long it goes

Every arrow is the speck of glass-sand in the equilateral circle of the rose

There language are not words but profusion of streamlets into the ultraviolet end of the spectrum, the prima matra is there …is there like a sign without the sign as with the sign on sign as sign

Kari Kura Keret Hroam!

Just as the snails cross the trapezium’s end through the alblackica bed of time and space

Within that interval I am standing there waiting for you to win back the golden carnival

Hours to minutes are seconds to years adding their own substance to the light body of the earth …the purple turns the blue into the madness of the red to conquer the black

The white is the soldier in the grey fountain of life, the sparrows are not dying

They articulate the free-mandalas of speech that within them the ions of heliums are dancing so free, they can remake the whole creation with light that remains inside the iroton Q-cube with Iroton.

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture from Pink Floyd Archives

The Zero Space Time Urn From The Origin of Origins Is The Space-Clock of The New Creation

Alblackica Consciousness – from the Origin of Origins 

ALBLACKICA CLOCK (2012), Samij Dutta 

Alblackica Consciousness – from the Origin of Origins 

Consciousness-Analogue

Thou sacred art, thou art divine

Thou art alblackica as time

Thou art alblackica as the red horse of the sempiternal seasons

Rome in daxun time-leap, NY the frozen heart of the riddle without a tail

Amazon strange in the midnight-cross hanging over the bow

Pouring nectar on the crab-feet moun, time is empty

Zero added to zero – another run she will be free

She will be the lion of the ionic ember

She will be the template of the origin of origins

She cannot know before she does her work

Her language is not the tongue but ear, eye, hands and legs…

Entangled to words and rhythms of the alphabets

Every snowfall is the hush of the limelight of reason

Birds came, danced and went to take a dip in the blue oyster lakes

There was time to swallow the fig and the bone

There was no time to gaze at the screen

Time to remake the numbers of the holy chant and turn 1 into zero

The absolute of the Sai destiny is the infant cradle rocking the beams

What alms impregnate the begging heart into the rolling thunder of the drums?

What heart is beating like the winter solstice quivering the ocean salt?

Reason cannot warm a cup of tea bitter with its thoughts

Sweet are the sands that resonate with macro-ether stencil of free space

Gravity is ravity is avity is ity

Galileo born from the leopards of dark space

Ambrosia of the third movement of Beethoven is Venus

Imagination is the box-capital set of evavanagendra Vishnu

Tulips are red like onyx that has the power of luminescence

Moon’s halo is the sri circle of sri azuha sri azuha, Hari Om Tat Sat

Alblackica is alblackica on alblackica in alblackica

Clock’s arms are bent near the equator looking over the poles of Sri Vrindavan

Hens are the peacocks after the morning rooster saw the first showers of April circumnavigate the isles

A wasteland’s consciousness knew that its time to gather the woods for the light.

– Joy Roy choudhury