The Smart Thing About The Hollcago Destiny: White Lines of Kandinsky and the Music of Benjamin Britten

 

The Smart Thing About The Hollcago Destiny: White Lines of Kandinsky and the Music of Benjamin Britten 

 

White Line, Wassily Kandinsky, 1936

White Line, Wassily Kandinsky, 1936

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Those vibrating strings of space-time bubbles made music easy to the ear of the corn

Dancing in myriad ways through the streets of Paris or Budapest

Walking like a shadow from the past receding towards the sunlight of the near future dawn

He scribbled the pages with anecdotes from the Hollcago Destiny

In the boat or ship travelling afar with ‘wrawenzong woktrian’

Pages curl for the ants to dance round that undiminished point of everything

They called it trahim aho trahin avro vei nou strat

Invisible suns melting within the line of origination that touches the event-horizon

Dogs disappear in the chariot of strings pulled by the formidable trunk of the white line of indifference

Elephants laugh at the pigeon’s sky alternating between multiple invariable points of existence

He gropes like the ants labouring the tit bits through the passage of dark anti-matter resonance of time

Space was a wilful curved silence of the mind in its 11th dimensional inflation glory

 

The bubble bursts; velocity negates the original quest; rest is one dimensional mass vacuum in protoplasmic time inequalities

The Shepherd sees a sign; he follows the music of the rustic stone snowballing on perilous slopes

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

Bacchus, Monalisa 2013

He fastens time to the bell of the sheep because it nods to make the sweet particle dance

That was music: IT WAS BORN FROM THE HOLOCAUST IN EVERY MATTER OR ENERGY OF THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM

IMAGE RANDOMISATION GAVE WORDS THEIR THREE DIMENSIONAL GRAVITY OF SCREENING NEW IDEAS

FROM PHOTOGRAPHY TO FILM IT WAS THEREFORE THE JOURNEY TO REPRESENT THE ORTHOGONAL STRUCTURES OF THE UNMANIFEST KINGDOM BY USING MIND-NON-LOCAL WARP DRIVES

THE NEGATIVE MIGRATORY BIRDS OF SUPER-STRING INFANCY MERGES BEYOND THE ORTHO-MERO-PRONG RADIUS OF THE MANIFEST

ART WAS ANTI-GRAVITY OF MATTER TO THE BONA FIDE PASSENGERS OF NON-DUAL TIME.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Music of Benjamin Britten: Spring Symphony

 

 

 

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Signal Non-locality and the Grammar of Evolution: Homer’s Poetry as Subatomic Verse Translating actions to Higher-Dimensions of Karma within the Free-Will Quantum Box

Homer, Monalisa, 2013

Homer, Monalisa, 2013

 

Homer, Monalisa, 2013

Signal Non-locality and the Grammar of Evolution: Homer’s Poetry as Subatomic Verse Translating  actions to Higher-Dimensions of Karma within the Free-Will Quantum Box

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Muses of Instruction inspires poetry in the free realm of man

The choice to overflow the perennial fountain with the cosmic force

Gravity shields the connection you have with that extraterrestrial space

The mind can wish what it may the brain chooses collapse to translate action

From the pool of consciousness, consciousness is the only choice of matter

Matter is zeta-matter in the univocal grammar of higher dimensions of matter – supermind alblackica

You are here to ride the horse and cultivate your intellect with scientific intuition

Apollo is in that smallest particle as photons at the Troton-Troton energising radius (1 cm +ve/-ve)

 

Knowledge is insufficient without proper faith in the downward causation Apollo's Temple at Delphi, Greece.Wikipedia

In the man, there always persists the song of duality

It gets resolved with you run the epics in the brain and you evolve from there

The gods have transcended their actions – it’s now your turn

c-creation-c is evolving to m-creation-m

Light, more light towards that knowledge with love and an unbounded faith in your abilities

You can make a difference if you believe in yourself completely before others believe in you

And then you know that there is no belief – you only exist and that itself, is real

The spring tempts the humming birds

The foliage basks in pretty radiance

The maids are coming back from the hills; the sun is dying

Within that frame, how many frames are hidden inside?

The Sirius close to that mountain valley has its eye on the rock in the shade.

– Joy Roy Choudhury