A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

An American Prayer, Jim Morrison

The Blue Flower

The Blue Flower: The Divine Mother Symbol

A Strange Bus Ride with Quetzalcoatl: An Unknown World of Pre-Natal Blue Lights as Summons for Jim Morrison and Novalis

“The blue bus is calling us

The blue bus is calling us

Driver, where are you taking us”. (The End, Jim Morrison, The Doors, 1967)

The finite image of the blue bus mentioned by Jim Morrison in his lyrics ‘The End’ opens up a lot of infinite possibilities within- it stands for the archetypal image of Novalis’ ‘blue flower’  (Nilkantha, the blue flower resembling the throat of Shiva after he drank the world-poison to save the cataclysm) ) which stands for the love for beauty in things – the reality that Einstein said was comprehensible. Though, locally it may stand for a pain killer that was often used by the 60’s aficionados, it was more a conscious search for the inner-nature in man – the ‘self’ that hides in the body, the self’ that is connected with ‘many selves’ in the cosmic world. This was an individual moment of self-realization, a movement that is subjective and non-local as well. The finite melts beyond a certain point of perception and if the doors are cleansed then it is a clear call (Light signal Flash) from the other side, into an infinite blue welding of matter in consciousness and consciousness in matter. The image of the bus is symbolic of a modern man’s journey into the infinite cities, the ‘psychedelic experiences’ that we seek to return us back into that state of pristine innocence which William Blake talked about in the Songs of Innocence. ‘Experience’ grants ‘innocence’- the lamb of god is same as the wrath of the tiger:

“In the juvenescence of the year / came Christ the tiger / … Us he devours”.

– T. S. Eliot (Gerontion)

Sri Aurobindo’s disciple Dilip Kumar Roy (dadaji) was once told by his friend Krishnaprem while talking about Sri Krishna that we should never miss ‘the last bus to cross the frontier’, metaphorically it’s the faith that we should never sacrifice in our lives; faith in ourselves, faith in our abilities because it is the only source of our power and thinking.

Novalis’ ‘blue flower’ and ‘Jim Morrison’s ‘blue bus’ have the same implications, they draw us into a different realm that is beyond our three-dimensional existence. We in our ‘natural yogic state’ have access to these worlds as long as we awake ourselves from ignorance and death.

– Joy Roy Choudhury


The Questions as Asked by the Brahman Observer to the Relative Quantum-A-Quantum Observables while Detecting Multipartite Entanglement in Many Body Systems in the Speechless Preamble of the Alblackica Mind

Quantum Entanglement, Pi-Day Art, Samij Datta, 2012 (Digital Media)

The Questions as Asked by the Brahman Observer to the Relative Quantum-A-Quantum Observables  while Detecting Multipartite Entanglement in Many Body Systems in the Speechless Preamble of the Alblackica Mind


Yes, Pythagoras planned it. Why did people stare at blank faces on the wall, their empty harmony shedding snake-skins for the final metamorphosis at the hour of the naked light when gods in their embryo were dreaming of skies in the pentagonal mirror of mirrors, thin-laced and multifoliate, with electromagnetic Casimir energy of the passing clouds’ Bose-Einstein condensate? Are you still dreaming on the fantasy world of Warhol’s pragmatic energy, spinless and absolute, on the binary, tetra-binary defragmentation of particles in the helio-static motionless pyramidal space having Yukawa potential with arbitary angular momenta? Those are the questions you didn’t answer nor did Demosthenes in the ancient Greece; entangled forever within the mother-centric proverbial Keaton, the host is the ancient functional trapezoid of the morning moons, levitating and gyrating in the cosmic parable of Yeats.

To them, the light was the undifferentiated union of Alblackica rivers: Mississippi and Ganges, Yamuna and Volga, and Cauvery and Vistula and Congo flowing as they accelerate within the time-defined containers of Mazuvont and Baquytra, they belong to the tribes and the herdsmen whose lost forgotten fruits were once the source of the Sun-in-Savitri in the Valeloluva hymn of the Alps and the Himalayas. The Meru in Meru is the meditating mind of the empty self of 0, 1 and time- speechless coordinates pull silence to its bark as the tree gives shelter and life after aeonic years of mind- split in Mesozoic pro-Keratin tablets of word- rhythms that try to find their source in the ocean-accelerator of multipartite entanglement in many body systems finding their own freedom in the san-zan-van-worship of infinite- liberty.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Opening line “Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?” – excerpt from W. B. Yeats’ poem The Statues

Within Alblackica Frame the Divine Day (21st Feb): In the Whole Creation, Even a Single Point of Entity is the Unified Substance of My Being/Mirra


On the eve of Divine Mother’s Birthday, 21st Feb, 2012

Video link: http://youtu.be/rcAMLNFtJtk


The invertebrate calls to the vertebrate by a name called the azer, the diamonds are flaking in the sky and the sunshine of her eyes is the ever present sweetness of the lateral shift from darkness of the horns to the sublime essence of the zeta-fluids in the ether vibrating medium of the zatter; the bosons and the fermions are having identical operative indexes of the quanta their relative distribution over a defined localized space might well acknowledge the shaping clouds freedom in the zenon-axis time; brick on brick is brick-hard substance-time that has no shape of iropia and, therefore, cannot tell the summer months by the bees fluctuating hummings in the fourth quadrant of a space dome. I was once a painter of gardens composing the organ music of life in the seas of verisimilitude by the connecting mediums’ roaming signals with the star satellites of outer space…many multiverses are named after me, I stopped for a while, looking at the design matrices at Vega, changing substance into hyper-forms of Deneb and Altair…

I realized have left my anti-I back on earth in a envelope of grasses floating in the ribbon like waters of Ganges far across Yamuna and Cauvery into the Arabian sea  and the oceans. There are the Savitri letters of the conevaxness of the consciousness in the Rohaman of the Johaman of the Brahman; anti-I of Mirra is the mirror of the sun reflecting the death of life-cycles of past existence , over the Savitri all is Savitri in the dawn of the chalice of the Alblackica treading on the golden colors of the night to reopen the vastness of the heart in the rainbow glaze- bliss on earth is the supreme per extatet trath-truth-treth of the creational tree bearing the fruit of the consciousness in the extreme borders of the eternal time. The ra-ru-re dream is the domain made in heaven for earth on earth to earth from big bang towards Sri-Krishna’s hour of magnetic journey. Wide open spaces are becoming the river of the non-time matter we flow into the subtleties of its existence as consciousness takes the gratiyu grip into the far revolving light of the heliospheres.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Divine Mother’s (Mirra Alfassa) Photograph From Archives.