The Secret of Our Evolution of Consciousness is Not in the Stars but in Ourselves- The Re-reading of Shakespeare to Understand the Complex Simplicity of the Creation

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

 

“Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings”. – (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II, William Shakespeare).

 

 

Light is coming from yoningo kaal umva kaal

Light is coming from the yogic script of the dance

Before and ever, there was movement of the waves in form of a dance

In the lap of transmuting matter the sprit yearns for the document of freedom

In the violet cycles, in the red effulgence of the blue stars

In the green bed of the orange urn gathering dews falling from the skies

She heard no more nor questioned herself

She ran to be free as a feather on a bird

Her bangles jingling her anklets tingling

The sound was a terror in the eye of the cat

 

She was the white light of the naked sun drenched in the shadow

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

She was the road to Olmo-lung-ring, the Shambhala, the Arden and the Happy Isles

She was the discreet manuscript of the evangelical horses

At point in the electromagnetic field of superconductivity

She was herself not in her but in Him and through him reflected in other things

She was the worshipped soul of the Adi Purusham

She was not there, not there but always quiet like a lake full of lotus

Aditi in terminal hole saw the Manjusri of Maitreyi

Sowing the immortal seeds in the garden

A flash of light like a winged spear from the future of its past

Touched the forehead of my crowning lines

I was no more in the time of its time devouring the time-eternized

But thou art in the fashion of words programmed to reach its original copy

I shall live in the stone and the sky, in the running waters and huddled hills

And nothing shall disturb the quiet life of things

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

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The Quantum Journey of Ulysses and Roerich: The Quest for the Happy Isles or Shambhala

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Monalisa, 2012

“We are not now that strength which in old days 
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; 
One equal temper of heroic hearts, 
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will 
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”.

– Ulsses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Everything stands before us all:

The star the planets the cosmos and the man

Before we could read the twilight language of the script

There was a time of innocence and faith,

A sun veiled itself behind the tremendous alblackica

Journeying into the mosaic of a supra-cosmic all perceiving eye

That fathomed depths of the ancient pyramidal lights in the voyage across the sea

Ulysses in the happy isles soliloquised with the alpha-neutrinos of the Digitaria

Light in the full moon was the ‘tat savitur varam rupam’

Accelerating in the jahoa-wahoa cave of the creator

In the time of beauty, a moment’s delight was the sacrificial arm

Embracing the sky with the grass and sea

Blowing the conch shell when the cat uttered the first words from Schrodinger’s box

Helium-rei-ravas-neva-neva para-brahman

Zagrib-zagrib light years away- He was not She in the It of Them

It ate the apple and found the god sleeping in the flower of heaven

Dante was criss-crossing the imbha-plane of consciousness towards the eternal fragrance of the undying hours

That was that in the holy spectacle of the cinematic vision

Immobile vast stretching itself to the blind ethereal naught

Homer sleeping in a cradle of laser sunk into that silence of the origins

He saw what he created and cried within in supramental joy

There was a time, indeed, the first flower the sparkle of heaven

Pierced into my soul and the body was taking it forth.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

The Technology of Quantum Yoga in the Light of Consciousness is the Worship of Brahman in the Weca-Weca Small Unit Wohal ( From Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive to a Future Sustainable World)

1st Automobile: Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive, 1880

1st Automobile: Daimler’s Four-Wheeled Drive, 1880

The Technology of Quantum Yoga in the Light of Consciousness is the Worship of Brahman in the Weca-Weca small unit Wohal

Technology predicts the way we do our business

Technology is the psychisisation of the mind on the evolutive canvas

Technology is the brahman-in-brahman to be ‘that’ in ‘it’

Many hyperspace business models are recorded in the termas

That’s the boddhisattwa mind to unlock the secret in matter’s quantum waves

Intuition is more important that knowledge

Intuition is the power of cosmic mind to innovate

Obeying the laws of harmony in the eco-system

Not to run out of gasoline but “to strive, to seek, to find…”

The new ways of doing things

At Midnight - Light of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1940

At Midnight – Light of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1940

That has a long lasting impression on our present reshaping the future

To work is to learn to know what we can do to reach the next stage of human evolution

That consciousness, still is the thing we can procure to earn a better living

To have a child like mind in the winter solstice

To turn as we spin and quantum teleport ourselves to other worlds

Mobile transitions in immobile space junctions

In the wahoa-wahoa super star

Over the deep mountains in shambhala

Talking to the young apparelled light of darkness

In time is the time a hidden source of the alter

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

Higgs Field, Samij Datta, 2012

In the speaking tree of immortality

Cars roads and buses

Spaceships and astronauts

The leafy caterpillar eats that green savage

To become the beautiful butterfly

Restores the habitat where it is born

Man must connect to ‘it’

In the sutra of life

That is the only yoga you can do.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”, Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

In the Zebra-Moun Acceleration of Time, the Truth that Descends via the Pi-Arm of the Sun is the Bosonic Function of Peace Destiny

Mayan Calendar, Samij Datta, 2012

In the Zebra-Moun Acceleration of Time, the Truth that Descends via the Pi-Arm of the Sun is the Bosonic Function of Peace Destiny

Consciousness-Analogue

A silent underarm bisects the diagonals

Cross-tilted vessel of the supreme unmanifest

Lines on the horizon are shaking reminiscing the crust-embryo of the ancient matter

Leaves wither in time the flower bears the fruit of pain

Beauty is the alexandrine hexameter two decimal 3 (contemplate Hermes!)

Rolling like waves and flapping like Ulysses

Across the vertigo of de sitter space following landau-ginzburg equations

Mapping signals non-local residence of the Uni-Valmik retat tat

Change occurs when distinct consciousness descends on earth       

Origin to Origin is Orihin to Orihin

(4-Qawedribon-8 = tectonic elevation 8 cross 9 oblique H-83-88-67-090)

Bee bite swollen pollinating frame of hippopotamus ethereal spring

Pi-bosonic messenger galloping in speed across destiny matrix x y z…n

Peace, peace and an ocean of peace!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture taken using Dell Mob, Joy Roy Choudhury

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

Consciousness-Analogue

The quadraphonic sound-mystery in the coherent quadrupole-octupole motion is the binneal catalyst of life and beyond; what’s beyond the surreal mirror of Salvador Dali is a hexatet function of time in the stars; god does not play dice in the loaded fulcrum of the mind’s thesis, the music is the profound analogue of the vast earings of the sun caught by the camera width-length of the moon’s analogical grammar after Sunday breakfasts and in rainy afternoons; we have passed our silent speech and judgement in the winter terminals of bosons and fermions measuring their angular momentum by the hypodermis of spatial contagion, how sad it is to feel trapped between the logic of our brains, ‘how dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’

After the quasicondensation, all that were rolled into the pathways of Alblackica, turned the germ-seed of divine propensity into recognised quanta of light photo-sensitive particles, shimmering like wavicles in the 2-qubit NMR systems that felt charcoal as ashes in the evolution of matter into higher forms of zatter and katter. Time remembers how often we cycle round the spheres as monometers picking up ‘Nuit et Brouillard’ and raising signs of a change with-change to alter what we have defined in the poetry or prose of Dante Alighieri and enact the final commedia in front of the raging bulls and dead-horses of Guernica : history is the sign-language of the signs the Peloponnesian molybdenum isomerizing the hymns to the arabic praises for the ninth-moon octet of the sun; nevasto oktamin alca oktamin Romeo-Juliet couplet…richness of life is measured by the vision you have and the consciousness you remit.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘Arms and the Man, by GB Shaw; ‘How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’ – Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson; ‘Nuit et Brouillard’/’Night and Fog’ (1955)- Documentary Film by Alain Resnais