Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo and the Ophthalmic Gravitational Lensing of the Truth Beyond the Stars: The Olmo-Lung-Ring Micro-Gravity Capsule

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo and the Ophthalmic Gravitational Lensing of the Truth Beyond the Stars: The Olmo-Lung-Ring Micro-Gravity Capsule

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

White sacred star –arat ahan arat yexa congrieve

Milking the ocean’s supergiant paradise

Afro him afro yat afro hetyat yo

Together in the pulsar with the bon of the after death

Immortality rises like the cross over golden-hued blue lights of the lapis lazuli

The opalescent red cubic dots of the astral fem-box is the carrier of the silent force

Through the base movements of the alpha-beta particles language frames its quantum logic

The tree of buddha’s enlightenment is now the non-local singularity of apocalyptic visions

Within Europe other invisible cities still exist

They connect with asia minor and other sacred places on earth

Light to be attained through the yantra of consciousness as knowledge

Geson elab muvitro- the sun is the horticultural laboratory to learn from

Extract as you can the light is yours to get that energy you need

To fly to the Original place in the garden of feathers where the peacocks are dancing

Sun - The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Sun – The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Gather the dusted bearded nimbus that took shelter under the Jove’s tree

Rain have washed the feet of the Lord as the moon climbed behind the mirrors of perfection

Self indestructible-self: thy body is the harbinger of the unlimited freedom

Thou canst know thy truth in the hidden lips of destiny’s preconceived lines

Because in every leaf the liberty is the woven circle of the emancipated Christ

Shenrab qua qui phor golme and disappearing in the dynamic dromos dero…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: A Way Towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Bird of a Yellow Feather Rise from Death to Immortality: The Anti-Clockwise Movement of the YungDrung Bon from the Alblackica Wheel of Time towards a Higher Differential Equation of Consciousness in the Creation

Phoenix & Dragon (Book Cover Art)

Consciousness-Analogue

Bird of a Yellow Feather

The moon rises like the pyramid far above the roving horizons

There destiny is foretold many a times

I am a traveller bound by space of an unlimited space

Through the wired wind in a whistle the sound claps her hands moistens her feet

Above the dark spiral where matter is the time line of the white light of Dzogchen

Reconnoitring the multiverse in a quantum differential way

Tazig is tazig is tazig

Heliocentric gold of sadhana is the integral capital wealth apparatus of the paradise

Diamonds sparkle beneath the tree of Jehovah intersecting the anonymous book of the dead

There the yidam is the free bird vector-diagram of the Alph on Alph

Coleridge knew some variants of this truth infused by the monologues of Adam

There was a tree in the onyx of the sun; red like a supergiant diminishing to a point

In the line of the plasm the mind was a virtual semi-virtual tool to superimpose the truth

The truth is gryotit truth of no truth in the empty box-vessel of nirvana

Bird of a yellow feather crossed over the sea and trundled in rain

The sky was her carpet from Zhang-Zhung lands that adorned the black ether Jeremiah of alblackica

In the nanoseconds of retro-causal infinity time was riding the metamorphic rock of a million joys

Above the ocean at the midnight hour

When sleep was stoned in the cavern of light unborn

It saw itself in the no-beginning of an end in between the awakening and the death

Letters came from an enlightened consciousness that spoke of the sun and the liberation

Standing before the twilight mirrors of the language in mind

I saw words are like lens looking at eyes imaging other words in a constant dual-non-dual mode

In a meaningful way the bliss of existence procures consciousness to add more life into lives.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Bodhisattwa Tree of Shambhala Speaking to me about the Time-Zime Matter of the Future in Past: Perfect Evolution is the Cause of the Effect of a Massive Change that will occur in the Creation

 

The Bodhisattwa Tree of Shambhala Speaking to me about the Time-Zime Matter of the Future in Past: Perfect Evolution is the Cause of the Effect of a Massive Change that will occur in the Creation

(Red-shift of Destiny towards Blue-prime-Blue)

 

Blue-Prime-Blue, Shambhala/Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

Truth of what may come around in the circle of nano-infinity

Light haloed light reflects the pleasure of immeasurable meta-texts

Those who have swallowed time in the alpa-qubit-yoning space

Must have seen the mountains cry in the horizontal plane of the vertical time

Doppler Effect shift in the causal synthesis of matter from the kravotex-technology consciousness

Art thou man in the beauty of a high magnified vision

Can be the source of the perennial fire yet not the fire in the quasi-elements of the material existence

Bliss was in consciousness as consciousness was in bliss

Man’s errands are caught in a web-cam that truly directs memory bank evacuation

Blue is an essential colour of the peace embodiment; the candles too are burning in the deep

In the prayer is the analogue as in the analogue is a prayer that unwinds itself

Kali Pada Guha Roy walks on the beat of the honour of this promised land

Kali Pada Guha Roy is a quantum ambassador of the changeless mass-equilibrium with energy constants

Time’s doors are opening with possibilities the essence of which is unknown to man

The herb of intellect must satisfy the wonders of the soul’s anonymous voyages into the sun

Flowers inside the flash disk of the pentagram knows the annual solstice hours that come by

Soaring like an eagle the tree looks into itself seeking its own roots

Coal collects pastime of diamonds in the clay kiln of another birth

They too know that the coming hour is uncertain is very uncertain

Rosicrucians believed in some symbols of destiny; what do you believe in my friend?

Dark stairs of the flight are numbed by the anti-clockwise spirals

Two in two is not two but a dyad in a triad of Vigrahaman

In the light is the light from the eye of an owl

Push-back montage of time-reversals

The lost ship is now coming back.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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

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

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