The Retro-Origin of Sacred Music and the Worship of Fire-Ether Over the Ganges in Varanasi: Yogic Free-Spirit and Light-Matter Back-Reaction

Let's reinvent the gods all the myths of the ages/Jim Morrison Ganges at Twilight Hours Varanasi

Let’s reinvent the gods all the myths of the ages/Jim Morrison Ganges at Twilight Hours Varanasi

Benaras is older than history, older than the tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together’. – Mark Twain 

Lord Shiva and Sri Parvati Maa

         Lord Shiva and Sri Parvati Maa/Varanasi 

The ‘word’, the primordial sound (nada), is the prime cause of the world, the origin of all manifestations. Sound forms, and music in particular, are thus essential at all rites, initiations, direct contacts with ‘spirits’ and their prophetic manifestations. They play a fundamental role in the relation between mankind and the sacred.

– The Origins of Sacred Music – Alain Danielou

Sanjer sankhya saje

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy's Room at Varanasi

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy’s Room at Varanasi

Beje uthe bramha naad

Dhvanir pada dhulir padukay

Chinnito khethre baye jaay ganga

Chute jaay samayer rath

Achena oli goli mridu hashe

Anander ghawobar hate ekti stuti padma

Phuteye tole chabi

Rupo bramher arati

Srtoter ange madhur sparshe

Bheshe ashe bhorer agamani

Lord Jagannatha Picture at Yogishwar's house in Varanasi

Lord Jagannatha Picture at Yogishwar’s house in Varanasi

All exist as nothing

Still the flower breathes life into stillness

Making the morning sing it’s song

And the dusk settles on its own

On the edge of the river

Flowing-without-flowing…

-J

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Watching the Space-Non-Space Integrals Unfold: Time to Re-Create the ‘Tapovan Katha’ as the Universe Speaking to a Child /Natural Beauty and Harmonious Super-Intelligence

Himalayan Flowers and the Natural Biodiversity that We must Protect

Himalayan Flowers and the Natural Biodiversity that We must Protect

“Just as the power of vision and the power of smell are indescribably transformed, in the same way, the greater sense of touch is also transformed and an ethereal beautiful world unfolds in the consciousness. Then, the picture of the evening of life is experienced like a colorful evening. Then, this knowledge is realized that, just as the play of day and the night goes on in the same way, the wonderful flow of endless life and death moves in a waveless stream. Then, everything appears wonderful. When the supreme beauty is established in the centre of perception, nothing offensive to the eye will exist. Then, my child, the secret form of life and death can be grasped. The eternal, the transient, the truth, and the illusory, and the rest of the differences will merge in the one infinite flow’.

– ‘Tapvan Katha’, Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

{Suryer prantare nadir matri-garve paharer itikatha: Across the Noosphere, the tale of the Mountain in the blissful cave of a river)

‘paharer akhyay chitta rooper dali                                      

Neils Bohr and Max Planck in Front of Maxwell's Equations

Neils Bohr and Max Planck in Front of Maxwell’s Equations

mrityu ke jay karechey aji

premer sagar strote ekti bindu tomare janay pranam

hriday ange baje maha-dham hate maha-nam’

on the infantile cradle of mountainous bliss 

silence like a sweet child bestowing the beautiful harping of flowers 

in their myriad nakedness their songs are full of poetry 

that offers many secrets of the pervading universe 

rocks from the star’s chalice is the monolithic stream of a wonderful journey

it never ends…it never ends…                                                 

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force

Flowers that Invoke the Creative Life-Force/Hungary

gushing forward to the neanderthal cave 

the fire carried through the sublime protean masks across icy playgrounds to the desert

it must confront the perennial peril and overcome 

its joy is in the holy divinity of a flower or a conch shell 

or in the tribal hornpipes or in camera of his eye that brings IT to Reality 

ALL CAN BE SEEN OR NOTHING CAN BE SEEN 

ALL ARE OBSERVED /CONSCIOUSNESS A FUNCTIONAL STATE OF THE UNIVERSAL MIND 

MIND-MATTER ENTANGLEMENT IN THE PRESENCE OF THE THOUGHT-FORCE BOTH IN VITRO AND IN VIVO IS THE OPERATIONAL MATRIX OF THE BRAHMAN (THE VOID) WORKING THROUGH THE QUANTIZED ENERGY OF THE THOUGHT-CARRYING PARTICLE (TCP) WHICH IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE COSMIC MICRO-WAVE BACKGROUND RADIATION TEMPERATURE AND THE UNIVERSAL CONSCIOUSNESS                                                    

 

Divine Mother Symbol“Brahman is life. Brahman is joy.     

Jim Morrison as a child

Jim Morrison as a child

Brahman is the Void………..

Joy, verily, that is the same as the Void.

The Void, verily, that is the same as Joy”./ Chandogya Upanishad, IV.10.4

So, Health is Wealth and Immortally the Atman {Constructive Becoming}

TIME IS THE RELIGION OF FUTURISTIC PRESENT [CAMERA] CONSTANTLY WATCHING THE  PRESENTPAST  AND PASTEST FUTURE   HOMOGENEOUSLY [1<1], WHILE MOVING IN A CAR CALLED [SPACE : NON-SPACE}….. RUNNING THROUGH THE ROAD…

The Road to Shambhala….

-J

Gayatri’s Fourier Transform 5th December 2014: Sri Aurobindo’s Maha-Samadhi Day and the Consummation of the Great Work under the Serene Guidance of Rishi Yajnavalkya and Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj

Sri Aurobindo and Divine Mother photograph by Henri Cartier Bresson circa 1950

Sri Aurobindo and Divine Mother photograph by Henri Cartier Bresson circa 1950

Joy Guru Sri Guru (3x)

Vak je sthane Samadhi lav korechey                

Yogishwar Yajnavalkya

Yogishwar Yajnavalkya

Ta atibo sundor

Shekhane maa gayatri birajoman

Vigrayer nirvikalpe fute ache suryer matrikona

Jwalchey nivchey ar toliye jacche

Ek ananta maha-pranayer lila

E ak hariye giye khuje paoyar maja

Anander itihash

Satyer jagoran

Chiter aatmaprakash

Sabei badha ekti tarange

waves eternally in

 and out

 loveliness is the lonely child apprehending the creation in ‘things made from itself’…

The last light may have led to the darkness

And the darkness may have led to the dawn

The cycles repeat their own course

Hunger is born reaching consummation on the tip of a flame

Incredible forces command evolution

Exchanging signals between matter and spirit

Initiating the process of self-enquiry – who is Brahman?

The Winter Solstice Sun courtesy NASA

The Winter Solstice Sun courtesy NASA

And He answers: I am that from which you are born

The great Self in everything

Silence pervades the quest for knowledge

Words are eating only words

There is no intermission in the cosmic drama

So, after supramentalisation, what’s the next state, my son?

All will be revealed soon in alblackica

But did you in process of transformation lost the inner feelings of the self?

How was the tea? the scent of the flowers?

And the motionless motion without which nothing can stand apart or come together?

Did you abdicate your finer senses?

Sun - The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Sun – The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Are you there?

still?

You?

No bird can fly without wings

No man can dream without feelings

Open your heart- that is the message

Don’t let the reason vindicate your self

Nirvikalpa raised to the power nirvikalpa is the grand zero Samadhi of all event horizons

It contains all states in perfect harmony

Yajnavalkya’s sun is speaking to you directly

Be mindful of your presence – you are the focal point in the creation

Be born like a child dancing on the bosom of that luminous darkness

And she will laugh like you my child

The Imagination of Nature is Far Greater than the Imagination of Man: Richard Feynman, Theoretical Physicist

The Imagination of Nature is Far Greater than the Imagination of Man: Richard Feynman, Theoretical Physicist

Dancing and dancing and dancing

The universe floats on a vessel – the cradle

At that point you know that Gayatri’s Fourier transform is the integral code for the great action in time

Joy Guru Sri Guru (3x)

– J

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 

 

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 Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’ 

“Time present and time past 

Are both perhaps present in time future 

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable”. – Burnt Norton (Four Quartets), T. S. Eliot, 1935

‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’/The Hollow Men (1925), T. S. Eliot

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Consciousness-Analogue

Poetry is the fractal wheel of fire

Oh friend of the dark star

The monster of light has fed its wrath on the weeping clouds of fortune

To hell the heaven endorse another view

The practical man ashamed of his luck falls on the floor

His month ticks like years pouring dust on empty canals

Light crossed her eyes

Like rainbow in the skies

Soft moist petals over Parnassian waves

Floating like time in eternal caves

There sun has hidden her face behind the mirror

Behind the mirror, behind the black pool of mirror where the spider climbs

Behind the shadow, knowledge claims false apparitions

That was all history confined in that point of prison

Together we ride that wave …fade away

Far…

Come again…

White like the tiger’s brown bosom of the sea

Beneath the tree, in the split of shelter

In the silence of another way

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Come again my friend

Not to lose but to determine

In the hairs of grazing horses

The unforgettable rhythm of the ancient song

How the ordinary is transfigured into intangible sublime

There after the recession where we must all go…

Come again…

Joy Roy Choudhury

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

Dadaji (Sir Dilip Kumar Roy) and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

Dadaji and the River’s Octave Root in the Transformation Process on Earth: 22nd January, 2013

 

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy/: Playing the Instrument

 

 

The Ganges/The River's Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The Ganges/The River’s Octave Root, Art Wolf, Getty Images

The River’s octave root is in the polished metallic surface of a biodegradable apparatus of the Sun

In the hollow well the coal offers fire of worship to the unburnt elements of the living charter

The doctrine of life is in the swing-volley of the tennis ball at the psychic centre of the willed craft-translations of the grand work

Shared acquisitions of the chintamani server can manifest perfect rainbow effect of the anti-gravity device

Fall is the jump in levatrohan cycle for every broheng tatyam

Silence is the causal-ship of speech in the yayupa-yayupa roaming space

Decorations are destiny doors of divine revelations when the naked earns its clothes to surrender itself to the quantum magic of love and proportion

Methods ate the man

The fairy is winging to glory

The gates of the dawn are carried in the sweet pellets by the ant

And then the River met the Ocean far across the undivided plane where the diving gulls are immersed in the flame of ecstasy

Yathesta yokrohong zaza

Satprem…Satprem…Satprem

Mother is the Music of the Soul.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Byronic Hero and the Rosicrucian Parable of a Dream: The Afterlight ate the Darkness

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

 

Lord Byron, Monalisa, 2012

 

“The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent”. – She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron.

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Incense candles murmur gently

With every light she walks in beauty

Folded in the interim between seconds minutes and hours

Handed down by a poetic sublime

Thoughts treading faraway space

In the magnificent outer ring of the creation

The psychic persona of the man finding the limitless in a reverie

Like the growth of a flame from the pool of her shadow

He felt the silent ripple from the far away stars

That was the innocent compassion of the original delight

In the sat, the chit is the ananda of intuitive imagination

Within us all the divine rests always in peace

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

Lord Krishna, Monalisa

We follow the nuances of time while growing towards it

Beyond paradox, marshalling the forces into infinite liberty

Barajavantosh creation is far away, far away

In the platinum, movements observe varying planes of consciousness

Da-Da-Da the rivers awake before the sun has drenched the stone in its destiny.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Da- Datta-Charity; Dayadhvam-Compassion; Damyata-Self-Control {Brhadaranka Upanishad, Rishi Yajnavalkya}

 

 

 

 

 

9th December 2012: Celebrating the 110th Birth Anniversary of Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy- In the Time of Peace the Light was the Yogic Sound of His Silence in ‘it’

Yogishwar Sri Kali Da: The Yogi of Maha-Yogis

Yogishwar Sri Kali Da: The Yogi of Maha-Yogis

Prachin Parbat mala

The quantum mevon light hasn’t yet fall on its peak

Marubhumir samudre shristir ek  balukanay e samayer shitishil gati prapto hoyechey

Savder prahari ra takhono hat te chalte sekheni

A vast Silence covered the blind chink of the whole creation

Nothing moved or walked or crawled or swelled

In the rhythm less path of a primal compassion

Neither contracting nor expanding the orbs in their flight

Sublime was the emerald waves in the emergency of that light

Reading the mysteries that His love has brought to unfold the worlds

Navigating the paths that future beholds in the past of its figural present

Om Adi Sanatan- the eternity is the myriad ways of the Cassiopeia in the zoning-al-druid hum

Down the River Way/Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Down the River Way/Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Pagan birth of the Father in the monsoon hymn of the winter moon

Hibernating itself in the yupa-yupi star flakes of time

Memory is not the black raven of daylight extinction

Neither it’s a void bank of dead Alpha numeral’s sunyata

The past squeezed the present to turn every nocturnal sight into endearing happiness

That is the essence of a conscious vital life-force– without it that is not that in the schism of ‘it’ (scattering and dissemination of plectographic mandalas)

Thou art has taught us to laugh and to play, to sing and to dance

To be merry in the song that His faith has brought (the supra-cosmic cult of bhakti as an in-dweller )

We pray to love and live, as His ways have converged on us

To this day we record our existence as continuous consciousness in the supra-aeonic years of manifestation

To live with him holding thy hand in the primordial zarticle/barticle of the retanoul waves

Appearing slowly on the screen of the cosmos

As om adi para-brahman – om adi om- om adi paratpara

Om adi sat-chit-ananda

Om-faux-pa-vir-hung-tal

Glory to the Divine (3x) always

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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