Mystery of the Dark Energy and Eternal Dot Space Conjugation in the Void: Absolute Awakening through the Process of a Post-Quantum Dialogue with Itself

Kali & Bhairava Union 18th Century Nepal Painting

Kali & Bhairava Union 18th Century Nepal Painting

Mystery of the Dark Energy & Eternal Dot Space Conjugation in the Void: Absolute Awakening through the Process of a Post-Quantum Dialogue with Itself

The universe around us is not what it appears to be. The stars make up less than 1 percent of its mass; all the loose gas and other forms of ordinary matter, less than 5 percent. The motions of this visible material reveal that it is mere flotsam on an unseen sea of unknown material. We know little about that sea. The terms we use to describe its components, “dark matter” and “dark energy,” serve mainly as expressions of our ignorance.

–  (From March 2003 article on Scientific American by Prof David Cline of Physics & Astrophysics, UCLA)                                            

Guan Yin on Scroll/Bodhisattwa of Compassion/Mercy

Guan Yin on Scroll/Bodhisattwa of Compassion/Mercy

In Union there is no time interval

Eternal Dot Space Conjugation taking place

At that moment space equals time and vice versa

In the chalice the chalice is the dot space in the Void

It’s so full that out of the spectrum the white light emerges

Surrounded by unknown dark energy that mysteriously has created it

Hiranyagarbha is the chalice where dualities merge to become the non-dual point of active conversion

Like water I have washed your feet                          

Jim Morrison: When the Musics Over Turn off the Lights...

Jim Morrison: When the Musics Over Turn off the Lights…

Garlanded your heart with songs

Raised you with starlight and the moon

But you will not find me anywhere

Because you are within me as undifferentiated form

And form is emptiness and emptiness is form.

 

Empty pot

The sun is hot

W.B. Yeats

W.B. Yeats

Tending buds

For the arrival of spring

After it comes, it disappears

Withdrawing to a point

Leaving notes that are only read

When you wait

Until the sun resembled the moon

Thoughts of an old boy

Seeing and wondering…

And writing on the winds

Like Lao Tzu…

Rivers twine endlessly

Thousand pyramids are born from it and die

Time is a river song because it flows

And when the river is frozen you can walk backward and forward in time

Moments of eternity are locked inside

Inside the sunny side of a hill and outside the calm shadowy steps

Dusk air light which brings birds back home

And lifts the feet above the dewy grass

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Sri Sri Kali Da: The Divine Embodiment of the Trikal-Trinity

Motionless they interact

The star and the pebble

On the endless river’s running course

You cannot liberate unless you let go

Artefact of your life

Nirvana on a tip of flame is the illusion of emissaries burning in the Void

None can attain it

Hitherto not try

Just self-actualize the potential of joie de vivre

Like the leaf on a stream

Dancing in the dance or in the stillness of the cold

Knowing no way is the way to the Great Beyond.

 

“When shall the stars be blown about the sky,

Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?

Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,

Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?” (W.B Yeats, The Secret Rose, The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899

The Jewel in the Lotus Sutra 1

When the Diamond Light radiates itself into the pure abode of the celestial lotus then every dot of crystal hue becomes the Buddha-mind in dialogue with itself throughout eternity creating patterns of innumerable dimensions that holds the key to the origin of origins within the enfolded space of the Lotus.  And you have said, there will be light – a sweet interval where time stops at eternity and the whole world is enlightened – the world looks at itself in the mirror and sees endless repetitions of itself looking through the mirror and gets caught up in the gaze which is called observation of the infinite point through the vessel of the mirror. Then suddenly, it starts not looking at itself through the mirror and becomes the mirror that reflects the pattern of infinite dots each becoming the bodhisattwa and creating the time transcendence through the receptive organs of the flower – 1qua 2qua hun treka mapalo – matter and spirit inter-fused together as one perennial entity that keep changing – the stars flicker…the children sings…the Buddha smiles eternally.

– J 

 

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The Winged Time-Birds of Werner Heisenberg Sailing to Byzantium Through the Space-Grace Cars of Quantum-Alblackica

What Time Is It, Samij Datta, 2012

The Winged Time-Birds of Werner Heisenberg Sailing to Byzantium Through the Space-Grace Cars of Quantum-Alblackica (High-Xenon-High-Diesel-Harp)

The winged time-birds of Werner Heisenberg sailing to Byzantium asked itself the questions of quantum paradox from the seismic calendar that hangs on the walls of Shambhala; what art thou greater than the phoenix manifest within the Kalchakra of Tibet and be the new evolutive matter of Alblackica? In the tree, the tree is half the page of the moon eating the historical prejudice of one in the many for the many is the alternate light from which the one derives its own existence because quantum (plural) is the mother of consciousness (singular); from many we came as innumerable ones matter is wecra-wuhatrim-woawhitrobh (6657d-8843s-9976k) “to keep a drowsy Emperor awake;

Or set upon a golden bough to sing

To lords and ladies of Byzantium

Of what is past, or passing, or to come”.

 

In the symmetric minimal two-qubit state tomography, the arrow was the flashing sign of spectral horizons, multiple inviolate space cognizance possible in the flame of the Dovhajkakoithanivyatromatin; grace on grace is per decra grace on azex time flaxet bond Roman numerals XIV to XIV within the plaintive numerology of the world habitat of enlightened ones. To set the equation where it was, energy must be the crow sapping-poison of mud making the drinking fountains clean as the oceanic drop of pearl translating the informations communicated by entangled photon pairs in the grey-skull cupola of the morning rose chanting the hymns that bring mind to the stone and from the stone then to the sky to see the hybrid constellations that are spacecraft promulgations of consciousness coming down to the earthly race.

Tail-Fish-Wings Yat-Tat-Om 19-91-19-91 Prime-Time-Dimension Deneb

Peace!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: W.B Yeats poem ‘Sailing to Byzantium’.