From the American Highway to the Sacred Sun Temple at Konark: Dance and Quantum Kriya of Teleportation /Zinal est et turiya

Allen Ginsberg at the Konark Sun Temple circa Nov 1962

Allen Ginsberg at the Konark Sun Temple circa Nov 1962

‘The world is ready for a mystic revolution, and the discovery of the god in each of us’.

– George Harrison   

Jerry Garcia Poster

Jerry Garcia Poster

‘For me the lame part of the sixties was the political part, the social part. The real part was the spiritual part’.

– Jerry Garcia

‘There are things known and unknown and in between are the doors’.

– Jim Morrison      

Jim The Lord of the Eden Reprise

Jim The Lord of the Eden Reprise

 

The radiant phalanxes of the sun are the branches of an old tree in the tapaban

The wheel of fire is the wheel of fire in the non-time essence of Savitri’s beauty

She kindles from the point

The point circumambulates

Creating an event horizon

Word images are clothed or shielded

Inside them a pervading silence twists and bends space-time

We only convey outer feelings and brand it as experience

The world of material existence has no experience unless consciousness collapsed them

Then, what deep down is consciousness?

It’s not thoughts and emotions

It’s not a force or an interaction (it’s not gravity’s child or a quantum gravity occurrence)

It’s not singular awareness or multiple simultaneous awareness

It’s not being or non-being neither both

It’s an occult hyper-connective zinal es et turiya (a kind of signal that connects everything)

The tree lives in the stars and the stars are in the fruits consumed by me as the juice of that all-blissful ability

{TIME IS THE DIMINISHING SONG OF THE MAGIC LANTERN (SUPRAMENTAL EAR)}

{REST IS THE REST AMINO MOTIONLESS TRACK ON TRACKLESS LIGHT!}

{BY THE LAWLESS DIVISION THE ANT ATE THE LEOPARD /MIRRA ALFASSA -SPEECH-BACK-POLICY}

{THE WEIGHT OF THE ELEPHANT IS LESS THAN THE WEIGHT OF THE FROG (NEGATIVE-HEART-OPENING)}

{EVERY MORNING IS THE NIGHT OF A RAINY SUMMER MAKING WINTER BENEATH THE TOE (LOW-MUD-ESSENTIAL-FORMLESS-SEASON IN HELL)}

Everything is born from it

Jerry Garcia

Jerry Garcia

Everything dies into it

It projects from it dimensions or states of existence

The soul at sun birth in the eye of the supreme seer called para-brahman

Saw involuted in it, the manas-putras and devas who wrote Vedas and Upanishads

It saw kal-bairagya and the essence of maha-kal tattva

It then added nothing and subtracted ALL

AND IT WENT BACK TO CONSCIOUSNESS AGAIN

THIS IS THE SUPREME REALIZATION AT EVERY LEVEL OF EXISTENCE IN THE CREATION

THE PARA-KSHETRA IS THE FIELD OF CONSCIOUSNESS

DON’T BE BOTHERED BY FORCE-FIELD OR MATTER-PARTICLES

JUST PLAY WITHIN WITH CONSCIOUSNESS

‘IT’S THE SAME STORY THE CROW TOLD ME,

IT’S THE ONLY ONE HE KNOWS.

LIKE THE MORNING SUN YOU COME

AND LIKE THE WIND YOU GO…’

 

 

– J

 

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9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

9th December, 2013 -111th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Sri Kalipada Guha Roy: In the Heart of Silence Invoking the Divine Ananda like a Boat on a River

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Ghats of Benaras (vintage photos: The Never Ending City of Eternal Existence

Watch video on Youtube: The Eternal Journey of Yogiswar, Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy (in the middle sitting): Yogishwar -The Supreme Divine Yogi

LIKE A BOAT ON A RIVER…

On the footprints of my time eternity sings its song

Through passageways and desolate streets

Through marketplaces where crowd gather and disperse

In sweetshops between happy hours of daydream and play

The afternoon lazily looked up to stars in the brine twilight

Reading the lost epitaphs buried in the wind’s chapel

Stirring ether’s momentary wings with dry leaves and daisy

I have forged my words with a strange rhythm that beats the city

After moonrise when windows shut from the last humming of the engines

Pokes at the streetlamp looking at the Dog Star

Its shows on the weary pavements patterns that you cannot recognise

And I walk unseen breathing the winter’s merry air

My cigarette, the ever burning hope of the promise of the sun

By divine light, I have known the preamble of these worlds

They stand on an absolute principle of love                            

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

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

Mountains and aging forests where knowledge reclines

Rivers, estuaries pristine as the Ganges

Await on the ghats coming of the Lord’s epiphany

Youthful hours have sacrificed seconds on the dawn’s sacred plenitude

And as I approached the ferry side a wild flower draped in white

Called to my innermost being

It spoke in soft mused rhyme

And chanted the divine melody of life

And the world awoke in its ‘ananda’ floating

Like a boat on a river…

It’s like a boat on a river

– J