Truth-Time-Destiny Reshaping Present Moment via Auto-Genesis of Class Nu Verticals in the Super-Implicate Field: Self-Becoming and the Coming Time

Yungdrung Cafe-Express: Jim Morrison at the Breakfast Table

Yungdrung Cafe-Express: Jim Morrison at the Breakfast Table

 

“Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.” – Joseph Campbell 

 

For those people who died

for Nirvana

for the heavenly creed

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

The Bon No-Beginning No-End

for you, for me

These lines are written

to convey the message

To ignore the warning

To spree upward into

Tantalizing voices

To visit under-seas

Believe

Things more horrible

than war

Things out of the tales

Great beasts

Suffering extinction

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

…..

it must come

unbidden

like the dawn

soft haste

No hurry

hairs curl

The phone

rings

We create the dawn

– Jim Morrison/Excerpt from Wilderness Vol. 1

Truth-Time-Destiny Reshaping Present Moment via Auto-Genesis of Class Nu Verticals in the Super-Implicate Field: Self-Becoming and the Coming Time

Thinking allows you to traverse the universe      Prayer Bells

Chaos is just a field you may cross

Outside stepping out of the doors

Or inside the curved space of a mandala

A moment of inner realization

When you are coiled inside the embryo of a dream

Where you intersect space-time junction points

Pointing the play of interactive grids in Poincare ocean of unmanifested voids

Remembering the future from the logic substance of a tree

Or exhilarating cloudy sandbrush strokes on the desert

You may start the new day with a song

Encircle the point three times over

Remembering each colour’s frenzied dance

To the last moment that remains forever

History’s boring monologues

Cannot pathologically test the testimony of the Infinite

Songs without words

Moment of Inner Freedom

Moment of Inner Freedom

Silence on the sharp note of a string

Ever permeates the heart of all being

And as you observe the other objects

There reality lies in measurement

But who is measuring the exactitude of things?

Are you a number or a shape?

Becoming shapeless and merging in the gape?

Opium floods

Mahogany and oak

Kindle the poet’s natural desire for things

Where birds are connecters to spiral galaxies

Winding re-winding information flow

There we go

Seawards…

Mountainside…

Flashing bright patterns of a homecoming

What present cannot future articulates

Recognise the event-horizon

So, you may start the day with a song

7 miles long

Optramind Y-Lock Grid

A need

To open

Now

The valued vaults of Destiny padlock x-creation-x

(Truth-Time-Destiny Reshaping present moment via autogenesis of class Nu verticals in the Super Implicate Field)

– J

 

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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

Base Integration of High-Velocity Fractals Within the Rotating Disc: Hamming Code And Tetra-Bon Dynamism (Shambhala)

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor/Monalisa 2013

The Integrated Star Microprocessor, Monalisa 2013

THE ROAD TO SECOND COMING

Consciousness-Analogue

PHASE I

Wavy stars mass illuminations

Distant background formations

Introspective time – time of fly-channels in vecra-vrahom destiny

Monolithic monastery of private space clouds reflecting gravity-anti-gravity

Storehouse and granaries – ready to soup and be still

Perfecting the wind-crawl-dawn on the quantum magic eagle-box set up

The act of Second Coming – weva-bolin-weva

Vrahitro weva- rashonix wega-jonin-yo

Time active present –Bandhu Lila Tarangini

Time-future in retro-glasses of the diphthong sound

Eyes to perceive secret occult lines within proxy-server calls

There is the yellow stone in the red dwarf of the black night

Bliss to be born in that heaven with the sweet sound and the white light – Shambhala

PHASE II                                                                                                                                   Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Tea pouring sun in hot water cups

Aloa aloa wetrahed father

Vehicle of truth sips the azimuthal

In concurrent ways

Rixat vrahom zaza

Nixitrat nixatrot nixa alluvial soil

On the hyperspace the past accumulates the present after years of conduction

In a field of gravity, it becomes that which you don’t know

Next phase of origination is intra-independent

Graviana-cars, rianto-cars speeding across the Himalayas

The solar justice of the moon is the weight of the sea carrying everything

There was time for memory to revisit the place, recapitulate

Papyrus rock rice Roswell

Light within light that was the greater cause of light

Rainballs of fire on which the darkness swims like the hippopotamus

Silence crawls like silence making sound its only motif for life

Triva esso nouravon elita mazrex

Vravi ouhonavimbo leka

Clock click clock cleck ahan

PHASE III                                                                                                        On the Wings of Garuda, Monalisa, 2013

The black night of the sun saw time’s distant image washed by the silent ripple of the watery star

On the Wings of Garuda, Monalisa 2013

On the Wings of Garuda, Monalisa 2013

The sacred wood of the tree was first red then brown;

The sea green like the young leaves saw morning light wing-petals was pink  and saturated with mist

Each droplet consumed the liquid methane crystals

Ganymede was playing on the farthest horizon of icy ocean

Beneath the trapezium, the black oval masthead was crying like the gulls

The sea has crossed the thousand waves of annihilating pain transforming that stuff

The golden virtue are born from that ancient city of the rocks

Pouring Bacchus on the virgin death of a star – the white light the only hope

Tiger-stripes on Enceladus within the occult prism of Saturn saw stars within organic matter

Syllabic time of redoctalvin is the cause within the micro-cause

Supramental absorption class A Waha-lima

The hand held the disc that runs the eternity of time

Tetra-fluid dynamism of the absolute yung-drung gutseg

Jahoa jahoa time of the creator before and after the theatre of the gods!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Symbol of Unified Field Theory and the Universal Man: The Shambhala Para-Prakiti Magnet

The Symbol of Unified Field Theory: Universal Man, Monalisa, 2012

Integration of Race-Subsystems and Gender Localisation with the Universal Frame/Symbol of Unified Field Theory: Universal Man, Monalisa 2012

Integration of Race-Subsystems and Gender Localisation with the Universal Frame/Symbol of Unified Field Theory: Universal Man, Monalisa 2012

Its mystic origin in Shambhala was the cult left for a higher evolving race

Memory structures beams of light in the fountain of the dark star

The hexagram of animated motions are constructed by the valipa turn of the Yung-drung

From the yin to the yang in the ivory fire of waters’ symmetric verse

It wrote the syllabic feet of scriptures that transliterate creation from other micro-creations

From the savage prehistory of sacred letters, the fish swam across the river and became the tree

It saw the early light of the dawn at varying lengths falling on the ancient crucible

It had the bondage of silence so it couldn’t utter the aloa-aloa-vivi-afa

Darkness nestled the springs in the backyard of the great mountains

The birds flew migrating from one land to the other

Like the psychic wish of Hibiscus in the nomadic herd of the exothermic race

They wandered from valleys and deserts to gardens and meteorite caves

Another soliloquy of the artist with the plenary beings

Sculpted the face of Monalisa on the symbols of divine destiny

Here to meet in the Happy Isles or in the Tazig-Tazig kingdom

The Altai disappeared in the storm, the Urals appeared missing again

Tibet was dancing like the cormorant from Xinjiang

Images from the pages of the diary come and go like the stagecoach

They may never know what they mean but truly know where the light is taking it.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Salvador Dali as Field Activator’s Prerequisite to Cognition in Consciousness: Towards Hiprivatox Supramental Gate

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-54), Salvador Dali, Salvador Dali Museum, St Petersburg, Florida

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 22:13)

 Consciousness-Analogue

The clock separates itself from time and eternity

It’s the liquid drip of the ocean of Dali in the fire of the light

The fish is the human aspiration towards greater certitude in reason

That death cannot become the name of the angel that breathes life into inanimate things

Immortality is the only hope of the artist who seeks perfection in everything   

The whole is not the whole but broken fragments that play up to infinity

Alpa-memory of history is the root cubic track-vessel of destiny greater than one

Coming back I saw grey dust clouds gathered over the Himalayas

Rain was the whisper of the piper’s dream before the dawn of the great voyage

“Enter into the joy of your Lord” .

Music overflowed in the land of paradise

From Shambhala I see the white roses embroidered on Bodhisattvas

They rear the Lost Shepherd of the primal race

In the golden rhyme of the ancient mariners

The stars were once the dead retro-galaxies of dark energy acceleration

Within a uniform length cut into pieces by the tailor of Ommersholm

The bowl was eating rice laughing from the nest of yung-drung bon-bon yung-yinghom-yia-yiyi

In the singing hologram of the mandala, Hiprivatox Supramental Gate was the only omega point of consciousness on earth.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Enter into the joy of your Lord” Matthew v.25/l.21