The Cosmic Detour into Consciousness: George Harrison and the Changing Worlds (Baxtrom Light Traveling Weight)

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

“Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot…” – George Harrison

And in the seminal song “My Sweet Lord” he reiterates this waiting:

“I really want to see you

Really want to be with you

Really want to see you lord

But it takes so long, my lord…”

The seeking for the Lord is a long journey to the originaboun (the origin of origins) and as George Harrison felt it’s like “a door opened somewhere in the subconscious realm, maybe from a previous life”.

“All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn’t matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One’s values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality.” – George Harrison

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The starlight fragments bear the cosmic heaviness of the blue denim

Bulging on the edge like a bubble of some distant dreams

Made real by the fantasy of a life’s long journey back home

The emissaries are here in trapezohedron solar crafts

Flying like octane flutes of the Sri Radhika- The Harrison Wave Couplet of the eternal Brouhaman

Peacock sparkles on the midnight ether’s strange beauty of forms

Diminishing the mass equilibrium of the horizontal frame

Vertically aligning the gyrating torsion of the flamed cupola of light

Breathing like Krishna on the Adi Tattva’s creative impulse

In the motionless distance of time – time is the true saviour O Christ

And beauty is the door through which the seer penetrates his quest

Into matter’s utmost felicity with the spirit of its undying fashion

Creating new songs from the well of its wonderful rivers

Each a new beginning to the architecture of the exoplanets

Creating creations merging into creations

As the tree into forests of lavender and pomegranates

Swirling into the utmost dance forms of the invisible dark momentum of things

And becoming empty like an unwritten book’s many historical feats

Man shall climb to the reach the divine stage – Om Adi Om- Om Adi Tattva

And touch the Brownian consonance of consciousness

The chariot has come down to travel to the next apparel of things

To crown new dimensions of Supra-psychic technology

“All life is yoga”, and yoga is life in love to be free

To free the self, believe that you are to make this Life Divine.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

“Life on Earth is but a fleeting illusion edged between lives past and future beyond physical mortal reality” , and while commenting on the concept of reincarnation in 1968 he said “You go on being reincarnated until you reach the actual Truth. Heaven and Hell are just a state of mind. We are all here to become Christ-like. The actual world is an illusion and the living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be. I am not really George, but I happen to be in this body.”

Ref: “All life is yoga” – Sri Aurobindo

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THE SUB-CHAPTER OF TRIBAL ART IN THE INELASTIC DARK MATTER OF EXISTENCE

Ra-Dofh Eternal, Samij Datta, 2012

THE SUB-CHAPTER OF TRIBAL ART IN THE INELASTIC DARK MATTER OF EXISTENCE (Eternity is Existence as Consciousness in Bliss)

Consciousness-Analogue

Submission of my being in the inelastic dark matter

Have yielded a very high dense polygrammatical memory of quarks and leptons

No man is free till he sees the light in the v-cube of victory

Ambition dies on the road to eternity

Drawing on the board a sketch of a tree that has lived long with the river and the sands

Amulets of gold crown the last fall of a leaf on a slate of a mirror

Words transcend the sorrow of its birth in a tetra-ionic ethereal field

Zoroaster dimed the sun so the night is anointed with the stars of the zebra-fin lake

The lion of the Talmud is rising from the sea    

And as the dog followed the hunter into the woods of arcadia

Remember the song that gave the heart its first taste of joy

Bursting from the sky into the aquamarine caves of the psychiquazim

Nevra-prime matter of consciousness gave diction to geometry

The circles oozed the triangles in the large hadron collider

And chanted the anonymous hymn of the microcosmic world

Zero always stands  as zero in the one two three of its gametophores

And the flowers cupped the solstice in the arm of its neck

Tring tring hring hrum hrim massless troton on alpha nanorobotic space

Eats Sommerfeld’s equations as ants ride the bosonic-boat of the messenger

Hayat tobihat omin soyit

Rekavo utrit deneb om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tribal Art, Bengal

Standing In the Memory of π-Day, 14th March 2012 & 133rd Birth Anniversary of Albert Einstein

PI-Day Art I, Samij Datta, 2012

Standing In the Memory of π-Day, 14th March 2012 & 133rd Birth Anniversary of Albert Einstein

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Ancient serpent of the ancient race coiled around the sun with grace was golden and crimson with its head , with its hood in dusk sea-bed of trapezohedrons calling the day as prima-matra of pi calls Einstein by the voice-over-phone on the page and many other illuminated souls from Acrux, Deneb and Altair and from Sirius, Pollux, Cygnus and Vega to join the annual congregation on 14th March for a feast in the woods to line the sacred thread of the heliograms in the α, β-consciousness of the extrohan’s extrohan. Numerals mean nothing or something depending on the mind’s alignment it’s electrostatic convergence with the ultramarine life, with the unified principles of beauty, love peace and free-sacred-free-choice because all these tend to wrap within the perimeter of the circular-wavicle, like a dance they atomize the chromatin-network and genetically transcript the Firebird ballets de cour in us because as the rainbow read itself to the Indians of the Canyons, when the Eagles flare up in the sky the red-wood tree in Sierra Nevada is dancing like a friend of some distant stars in the windless Seattle of Alblackica afternoons.

Rope, dance, tree, serpents and light

A divine candour permeates the scene

A rough day hands thee on the gleaming waters of the Hudson Bay

Walking with Wittgenstein in the peace emerald space domes of crazy nothings

Found Camden to be a lonely place without the poet and his muse

Leaves of grass gazing at the hollow in the moon’s perigee

Time has passed with Achilles and the Hadron colliders

Some may remember happy birds nestling in the trees

Others are not obliged to drink or think or to rhyme or to play

In the South Seas of Hermann Hesse, the ferryman is singing reyam-yam-klaki-kalki-yatashta (1-1-1)

In the non-yrast nuclear spectra, the diffused denominations of Alblackica letters are the road-fire-sign-storms of glory, adiabatically expanding in time-optimization curvatures of free-space domains, transferring the energy between nanostructured gold plates and accumulating aeons of light-time-years spin bath in the eye of the neutrino hymning prayers to the sun, earth, octazimtod and dexanvucas.

Higgs Boson > reca -8- Higgs Boson – 66 m/n

(g –NESA-b-NESA-k-NESA)

Vector tail free state scalar boson drath (Higgs Boson)

Higgs (His Instinctive Green Gravity Surrendering) boson (Before Others Self Offering Nothingness)

This is Brahman (Entire-creation-Entire)

–  Joy Roy Choudhury

To celebrate 14th March, 2012 which is Pi-Day coinciding with Albert Einstein’s 133th Birth Anniversary, I have put here some musings by my physicist friend Nilanjan Chatterjee.

Gematria and PI-Day and Einstein’s Birthday: 14th March, 2012-03-13

BIRTH-DAY = TRUTH = 87

JANMA-SUTRA = 39+79 = 118

EPR-PARADOX = 39+79 = 118

I AM EINSTEIN = 9+14+95 = 118

WONDERFUL = 118

All are Wonderful as He in Him, From Many we came as Innumerable Ones!

ALBERT EINSTEIN

Born: 3-14-1879

Adding Numbers:

3+1+4+1+8+7+9 = 33

Died: 4-18-1955

Adding Numbers:

4+1+8+1+9+5+5 = 33

PI-DAY = 25+30 = 55

Therefore, question asked:

Did he die in ’55 ?

Reference Paper: EPR-Paradox

” Can quantum mechanical description of Physical Reality

be considered Complete ? ” [1935]

As Nilanjan understands, the above paper contains Occult Ethereal Beauty.

His gematria shows him the door- Occult Ethereal Beauty (74-74-74)

The Rotating Dynamo of the Dynamic Mind In The Celestial Environment of Shambhala: The Meher-Rose Chalice is the Bliss of Extreme Purity (On the eve of Meher-Baba’s Birthday, 25th Feb, 2012)

WAY TO GYAN-GANJ I (SHAMBHALA)/Samij Datta, 2011

The Rotating Dynamo of the Dynamic Mind In The Celestial Environment of Shambhala: The Meher-Rose Chalice is the Bliss of Extreme Purity

Consciousness-Analogue

The box-capital strength of the Sun in Lorentz magnetic field yields currents that run parallel to a cyclostyle dynamo; within the tree the creation of the self takes birth into the horizontal petals of the lateral axis, and, as the stem-sepal bond of Meherabad grows strong with time, the evolution takes shape, sees itself in the horse-mirror of the cheval glass; a random access point is an emerging loci traversed by the currents within the circle-trapezohedron-square-rectangle; the gemming stones of the purple beads are the grey ashes of the water-sand clock that dilutes the space-time vertex in a multi-lateral shift that takes place in the d-creation-d. If the eye is the nose of the lips that smell the tuberose in the evening chapters of a cool summer breath, then the field of current within and outside the box-capital cube is an epigram of musical tonality that Savitri must translate into the matter of the self and from that into the higher frequency of the ultraviolet end of the spectrum into finer elements of the zabber of the para-brahman and anti-parabrahman circle.

Each antipode is the directional constant of the Meher-duniya of the red rose that holds the suspension of the dawn in a chalice of vertebrate columns; light to light is always a de-facto light, darkness the feet on which the mountains float like rivers and oceans in the creational ether of zero, one and many. The drape of the morning dew is a window-operative index of creative imagination that has a story made into a non-film art with no narrative sub-texts but only a palimpsest that has the undertones of the Shambhala light and bliss; Razder and Vaxuta are climbing the steps from where the leaf appears as the wings of a mountain that has no desire to isolate itself from the core of the earth, it was burning in the three-fold gateways of the river centroids on a piece of paper of acidic strength that is not less than one; rose is a rose of essential alphabets that can sing the onomatopoeic songs of the oozing from the honeycombs in the woods; that’s a spring in the diurnal time, the vesper is a remote sensing device to understand the relative workings of objects in the creation according to their shape, size manifestation and symmetrical-asymmetrical variable patterns. The proportion or ratio is a dance that forms the essential route to map a table or a chair with respect to a tusk of ivory or with a handful of grasses picked fresh from a garden of twilight dreams. Real is always the real in many relative frames of the real, the absolute is the per-decra truth of the amsolute in the aksolute to measure alpa dimension that one sees in beta-alpha particle-consciousness in the zeta fluid-dimension of the Vega.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Meher-Baba’s photograph taken from his home at Pune (2011) /25th Feb is Meher Baba’s birthday marked by celebration at his Samadhi on Meherabad Hill.