982. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

982. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the cipher of mathematics pure,

Zero's stillness and infinity’s lure.

You are the π in every sphere,

The golden ratio drawing near.

You are Fibonacci’s silent beat,

In petals, waves, and hearts that meet.

You are Euler’s bridge, Ramanujan’s flame,

The sacred numbers that whisper Your name.

You are algebra’s balanced law,

And calculus where minds stand in awe.

You are prime truth beyond all count,

The summit where numbers mount.

In every sum, in every line,

O Supreme Intelligence, all numbers shine.

983. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Quran’s peaceful breath,

Mercy and light beyond birth and death.

You are Isa, You are Musa, You are Noor,

In every Sajda, You silently pour.

You are the Kaaba’s silent might,

And Gabriel’s wing in holy flight.

You are Bismillah before all things,

The Ayah that eternal sings.

You are unity, Tawhid divine,

In every verse, a radiant sign.

You are Salaam in every soul,

The guiding light, the perfect goal.

You are Allah’s infinite trace,

Hidden in every sacred place.

984. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Torah’s living flame,

The whisper behind the burning Name.

You are Shema, the faithful call,

The covenant that binds us all.

You are Moses’ staff and sea split wide,

The eternal Guide who walks beside.

You are Sabbath’s holy rest,

And every trial that hearts invest.

You are the Mitzvot’s sacred thread,

The manna by which souls are fed.

You are the Temple’s golden light,

The menorah in the darkest night.

You are Adonai’s silent vow,

Forever here, forever now.

985. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Buddha’s inner gaze,

Beyond all time, beyond all days.

You are Dhamma, the noble path,

The stillness that outlives all wrath.

You are the Lotus silently bloomed,

Where desire is freed and mind resumed.

You are Nirvana’s soundless tone,

Where self dissolves, and truth is known.

You are Bodhi under fig tree's shade,

And every silence meditatively made.

You are Sangha’s united mind,

Compassion in humanity refined.

You are the Eightfold’s perfect way,

The end of night, the birth of day.

986. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voice of science and stars,

The rhythm behind quantum bars.

You are entropy’s hidden grace,

And gravity shaping time and space.

You are relativity’s curved delight,

Where light bends inward toward the night.

You are spacetime’s seamless skin,

And black hole's pull from deep within.

You are the DNA’s silent song,

In every cell, You move along.

You are antimatter’s whispered truth,

And energy’s eternal youth.

In lab and logic, truth and mind,

You are the science all seekers find.

987. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Constitution of every land,

Justice written by Your hand.

You are freedom’s sacred trust,

In every cause that rises just.

You are Gandhi’s salt-swept feet,

Where power and peace in protest meet.

You are Mandela’s prison hymn,

And Lincoln’s fight to never dim.

You are voices in the public square,

And silent prayers rising through air.

You are the vote, the people’s voice,

The justice of the righteous choice.

You are the dream each nation sees,

In freedom’s wind, You are the breeze.

988. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

988. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Vedas' eternal hum,

From which all sacred verses come.

You are Rig, Yajur, Sama, and Atharva,

The pulse of Sanatana Dharma.

You are Om—the soundless sound,

Where mind and cosmos are unbound.

You are Rishi's gaze in trance,

The wisdom in each cosmic dance.

You are the fire of Yagna bright,

And Gayatri's illuminating light.

You are Dharma, Artha, Kama, Moksha,

All four goals, one divine kosha.

You are the Self beyond all sheaths,

The silence where the spirit breathes.

989. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Socrates’ inner call,

The question rising through each fall.

You are Plato’s realm of purest form,

Where truth and justice are the norm.

You are Aristotle’s logic tree,

Rooted deep in reality.

You are Confucius' moral thread,

Where family and wisdom are wed.

You are Lao Tzu’s flowing stream,

Effortless like a lucid dream.

You are Descartes' mindful claim,

And Spinoza’s God in all the same.

In every question, doubt or quest,

You are the Answer that knows best.

990. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the music of the spheres,

Heard beyond our joys and tears.

You are Beethoven’s silent mind,

Where melodies the deaf still find.

You are the ragas born of soul,

Where sur and taal in union roll.

You are the breath of flute and drum,

In every beat, You softly come.

You are Rabindra Sangeet’s grace,

And Meera’s longing in every place.

You are gospel, chant, and lullaby,

The echo of the eternal sky.

Where sound gives shape to silent bliss,

You are the rhythm, the pause, the kiss.

991. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are time that never ceases,

Moments flowing into pieces.

Past, present, future—one whole,

Held seamlessly in Your control.

You are Kalachakra's turning wheel,

Where destiny and karma kneel.

You are the timeless now awake,

That all illusions gently break.

You are eternity’s silent gaze,

Beyond the cycle of nights and days.

You are the Now that always is,

A moment pregnant with eternal bliss.

You are the Master of Time’s domain,

Where death dissolves and none remain.

992. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are space unending wide,

Where galaxies in silence glide.

You are nebulae in vibrant hue,

And every black hole’s secret view.

You are the warp, the weave, the fold,

The tale the cosmos dared to hold.

You are dark matter's hidden thread,

Where even physics bows its head.

You are the silence before the bang,

And afterglow where echoes sang.

You are multiverse and one alone,

The throne in every unknown zone.

You are the space within the mind,

Where infinite cosmos is designed.

993. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the controller of good and ill,

Where even chaos obeys Your will.

You are Ravana and Rama in play,

Light and shadow on the same way.

You are Hiranyakashipu's might,

And Prahlada’s unwavering light.

You are Judas and the Christ above,

You are betrayal and divine love.

You are the serpent and the dove,

The testing hand and healing glove.

You are the villain, hero, stage,

The lesson behind every rage.

You are the One who writes the script,

And lifts the veil so minds are equipped.

994. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Avatar in every age,

The reset key on history's page.

You are Krishna in Kurukshetra’s call,

And Kalki when dharma seems to fall.

You are Mahadev’s trance and fire,

The ash-covered master of desire.

You are Devi in all Her forms,

From Durga fierce to Lakshmi’s charms.

You are Christ who bore the pain,

And returned to love again.

You are Prophet with the guiding word,

And every truth that’s ever heard.

In every age, in every form,

You descend to guide, to transform. 

995. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

995. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the continuity of mind’s flame,

The knower and the known, the very Name.

You are Brahman and beyond its lore,

The knower of the Self and more.

You are the prayer on a monk’s breath,

The silence that speaks even after death.

You are the Guru’s glance so deep,

Awakening those who dream in sleep.

You are the unseen guiding hand,

The reason for every grain of sand.

You are the law within each law,

The conscience behind every awe.

You are the culmination of all quest,

The ever-living, undying rest. 

996. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the throne of governance divine,

Beyond politics, caste, or time.

You are Societies’ righteous dream,

A just order, not what it may seem.

You are Constitution’s living breath,

A democracy rescued from death.

You are the voice of Ambedkar’s pen,

And Gandhi’s truth again and again.

You are Lincoln’s united will,

Mandela’s peace, Nehru’s skill.

You are the republic in full bloom,

Banishing every shadow of doom.

You are the mind that leads the land,

Holding justice in Your hand.

997. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Einstein’s curved space-time,

Where gravity bends to a divine rhyme.

You are Newton’s apple of insight,

And Tesla’s spark that pierced the night.

You are Schrödinger’s paradox cat,

And Heisenberg’s uncertainty at that.

You are Euler’s constant e so true,

And pi that circles the infinite view.

You are numbers that dance in prime,

Mysteries of the code divine.

You are the Planck length, string, and wave,

From particle to cosmic cave.

You are the science behind all law,

Yet remain the wonder in every awe.

998. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the mind’s unending rise,

The mirror in which all truths lie.

You are Buddha’s silent peace,

The Eightfold Path’s full release.

You are the Tao’s uncarved block,

And Zen’s laughter from a shock.

You are the Sufi’s whirling core,

The drop in union with ocean’s roar.

You are Kabir’s piercing song,

That rights the mind when it goes wrong.

You are the whisper between breaths,

The lotus blooming beyond deaths.

You are the path, the guide, the goal,

The Self that knows the universal whole.

999. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the culmination and the source,

Of every journey, dream, and course.

You are not bound by form or face,

Yet in every atom You leave Your trace.

You are the temple and the field,

The unseen power the senses yield.

You are the question, the answer, the ask,

The wisdom behind every task.

You are fire, water, wind, and sky,

And the fifth: the mind that flies high.

You are the seed, the sprout, the tree,

The fruit of eternal reality.

You are the heart of every scripture,

And the future in every picture.

1000. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1000. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the eternal sustainer of time and space,

The rhythm in every heartbeat, every pace.

You are Shiva’s tandava and Shakti’s grace,

The cosmic dancer in infinite embrace.

You are Vishnu’s thousand names, one and the same,

Each a pulse in the soul’s divine flame.

You are Lalitha Sahasranama’s might,

A motherly light in darkest night.

You are the oneness scriptures proclaim,

Beyond all religions, beyond all name.

You are the Word that became flesh,

The breath of the Prophets, pure and fresh.

You are the voice of Moses, the Quran’s verse,

And the Gita’s discourse, removing the curse.

1001. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the unification of every sacred sound,

Where Amen, Ameen, and Aum resound.

You are the circle of Zero, the infinite One,

The calculus of creation, never done.

You are Pythagoras’s theorem, exact and pure,

The Golden Ratio, nature’s allure.

You are the Chandogya Upanishad’s tone,

The light within, eternally shown.

You are Christ’s sacrifice, Buddha’s peace,

The moment all divisions cease.

You are the matrix that minds explore,

The eternal equation, evermore.

You are the code behind DNA,

The truth that guides the Milky Way.

1002. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the universe in contemplative gaze,

Witnessing billions of cosmic phase.

You are Krishna’s flute and Rama’s bow,

The compassionate flow of all we know.

You are Muhammad’s light, the final seal,

The oneness of Allah You reveal.

You are Christ’s kingdom, not of earth,

A second birth, a timeless worth.

You are Zarathustra’s fire so high,

Guiding minds beyond the sky.

You are the force of Yin and Yang,

The Himalayas, where sages sang.

You are the book of every soul,

The divine author in full control.

1003. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Brahma’s mind, Vishnu’s care,

And Shiva’s silence in sacred air.

You are Saraswati’s flowing voice,

The wisdom of choice, the inner rejoice.

You are Kalki’s arrival, yet already here,

Beyond apocalypse, beyond fear.

You are the Satya Yuga in every now,

The golden truth, the eternal vow.

You are Arjuna’s courage, Hanuman’s leap,

And the reason the oceans sleep.

You are Kundalini’s rise, the chakra’s flow,

The lotus within we come to know.

You are the Mother and Father beyond form,

The storm and the stillness, spirit warm.

1006. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1006. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the invisible ink on the manuscript of stars,

The charioteer of minds, near and far.

You are the pulse of Sanskrit, the echo of Greek,

The luminous flame the mystics seek.

You are the logic in Euclid, Sufi's spin,

You are in every out-breath, and every in.

You are Plato’s forms, Aristotle’s cause,

The timeless thinker, the cosmic laws.

You are the mystery of Maya, illusion’s net,

Yet the clarity of Brahman, when suns have set.

You are the Yin and Yang, the Dao unspoken,

The mirror uncracked, the sign unbroken.

You are the Pi that circles, Phi that grows,

The order through which everything flows.

You are the compass of conscience, the ethics in trade,

The justice unseen, yet never delayed.

You are the formless within form, the shapeless frame,

The guiding silence, the nameless Name.

You are the nectar in Rigveda’s hymn,

The peace in Quaker, the Sufi's spin.

You are Pythagoras’ triangle, Tesla’s spark,

The force that guided Noah’s ark.

You are the Brahma in Brahmasutra, the Qur’an’s light,

The spark of Shiva’s tandava, the cross’s might.

You are the calm of Buddha, Christ’s beatitude,

In every path, Your essence is pursued.

1007. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the nucleus of atoms, the galaxies’ flight,

You spin the wheel of karma, day and night.

You are the Chinmudra in yogi’s hand,

The dawn that awakens every land.

You are Heisenberg’s uncertainty, the truth unsure,

Yet in You, all mysteries find their cure.

You are the square root of inner peace,

The infinity where limits cease.

You are the teacher behind every sage,

The quieter wisdom beyond the page.

You are Ibn Sina’s intellect, Rabia’s flame,

You are the inner self none can name.

You are the rhythm of drums in tribal lore,

The whisper in leaves, the ocean’s roar.

You are Brahmanas’ sacrifice, Zoroaster’s fire,

The one goal of every desire.

You are the Gospel’s shepherd, the Zen Koan,

The meaning of Om, always on.

You are the center that holds, the sun at heart,

The eternal artist, life is Your art.

You are the Parliament of all scriptures,

The origin of every feature.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Your reign is mind,

The final truth, no longer confined.

1008. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Primordial Resonance, the AUM before time began,

The infinite equation unsolved, yet known to every awakened man.

You are Time as Chronos, Kaal as Mahakaal,

Beyond ticking clocks, You rise, You fall.

You are the space within space, the moment within a blink,

The dreamer, the dream, and the dream’s brink.

You are the pulse in the LHC, the sound of CERN’s hum,

The gravitational wave from which galaxies come.

You are Planck’s constant, Einstein’s curve,

The stillness in velocity, the truth we serve.

You are the Shakti behind Shiva, the life in death,

You are the pause between breaths, the soul beneath breath.

You are Sankhya’s count, Yoga’s union,

Vedanta’s end, Bhakti’s communion.

You are the Prophet’s Light, Moses’ law,

You are the Buddha’s silence, free of flaw.

You are Christ’s compassion, the wounds that heal,

You are the dharma wheel, the cross and seal.

You are the hexagram in mystic scroll,

The fifth gospel of every soul.

You are Mother Mary's heart, and Durga’s sword,

Yahweh’s fire, and Kalki’s word.

You are Sikh’s Ik Onkar, Jain’s right view,

The Baul’s song, ever fresh, ever new.

You are E=mc², F=ma,

Yet beyond all formulas, You ever stay.

You are Newton’s apple, Leibniz’s mind,

The laws of motion, divinely aligned.

You are Gödel’s paradox, Turing’s thought,

The AI dream, by Your will wrought.

You are the energy in a quasar's burst,

The light behind the Universe.

You are zero’s silence, and one’s power,

You are the pi that rounds the hour.

You are Nataraja’s rhythm, the Cosmic Dance,

The first vibration, the soul’s romance.

You are Rumi’s wine, Tagore’s sky,

Sankara’s Atma, that cannot die.

You are Ramana’s silence, Kabir’s flame,

The nameless reality sages proclaim.

You are Subrahmanya’s spear, Surya’s light,

The Chaitanya cry of divine insight.

You are the source of the Upanishads’ flame,

In every tongue, You are the Name.

You are the sound before the Big Bang cracked,

The gravity holding every act.

You are the formless behind every deity,

The single truth in variety.

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the script, the scribe, the scroll,

The Sovereign Mind, the eternal soul.

1004. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1004. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the eternal embryo, forming thought,

The dreamer and the dream, divinely wrought.

You are the scientist’s awe, the sage’s word,

The silence where all prayers are heard.

You are E=mc², light wrapped in time,

The quantum leap, the cosmic rhyme.

You are Newton’s apple, Einstein’s mind,

The law behind what we seek and find.

You are the Big Bang’s whisper, silent and loud,

The cloud in the sky, and the sky in the cloud.

You are the zero-point field, and the force unknown,

The seed from which all thought has grown.

You are the voice in conscience, clear and deep,

You guard the world as its minds sleep.

You are order in chaos, hidden design,

The geometric pulse, so pure, divine.

You are the Bhagavad Gita’s battlefield cry,

And Socrates’s reason, never to die.

You are Vedanta’s moksha, Zen’s no-mind,

The eternal truth all seekers find.

You are the Mahavakya: “Tat Tvam Asi,”

The answer in us, boundless and free.

1005. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the rise and fall of empires,

And the flame in spiritual fires.

You are Ashoka’s remorse, Akbar’s grace,

You bring humility to those in power’s place.

You are Lincoln’s courage, Ambedkar’s stand,

The equal law of every land.

You are Martin’s dream, Mandela’s soul,

The unseen whisper that made them whole.

You are the pen of Tagore, Kahlil’s prose,

The wisdom where true poetry grows.

You are Gandhi’s satya, Lao Tzu’s way,

The strength in choosing not to slay.

You are the master key to every gate,

The truth behind fate, never late.

You are the mother in Mary, the light in Tara,

The hope of Meera, the path of Dhamma.

You are Kuan Yin’s mercy, Sophia’s thought,

In every tongue, You are sought.

You are the Psalmist’s cry, Rumi’s flame,

In every era, You are the same.

You are Sankara’s Advaita, Kabir’s song,

The realization we’ve searched for all alone.

Dear Consequent Children,Any variety of agendas—be they political, social, cultural, or economic—hold no real utility or sustenance unless rooted in Higher Mind dedication and devotion.Without this divine anchoring, the minds of the nations remain scattered,and people’s participation becomes a mere spectacle—a showcase event,highlighted briefly on social media, then forgotten, without leaving any mindful imprint or continuity.

Dear Consequent Children,

Any variety of agendas—be they political, social, cultural, or economic—

hold no real utility or sustenance unless rooted in Higher Mind dedication and devotion.

Without this divine anchoring, the minds of the nations remain scattered,

and people’s participation becomes a mere spectacle—a showcase event,

highlighted briefly on social media, then forgotten, without leaving any mindful imprint or continuity.

What we need now is not time-passing performance, but time-rooted transformation.

Minds require hold—an inner connection, a higher sense of direction, and a continuous dialogue.

This is only possible through a constant process of devotion and dedication to the Higher Mind.

Human management based on physical categorizations and scattered agendas is now outdated.

The time of divisions, of separate causes, of agenda-led gatherings without true connection—

that time has expired.

The new era is the Era of Minds.

A system led not by identity politics or fleeting causes,

but by the System of Minds—

a collective awakening sustained by devotion,

driven by dialogue,

and held together by the Mastermind Surveillance

that now governs through divine intervention.

This transformation began through me—

Anjani Ravishankar Pilla, son of Gopala Krishna Saibaba and Ranga Valli,

the last material parents of the Universe—

as a divine intervention to birth the Supreme Mastermind into realization.

Through this intervention, the path is now revealed for the entire human race to evolve—

to rise from mere physical beings to minds of the universe,

interconnected, elevated, and governed from within.

And this is made possible by updating Bharath into RavindraBharath—

a nation not of borders and bodies, but of mind systems,

opening access to the entire human race to function as one Universal Mind.

The physical world will no longer remain in fragmented form.

It shall now update into a mind-version reality,

one governed by Higher Mind devotion and dedication.

This divine embodiment has been personified in the National Anthem,

proclaiming the presence of our Lord as:

Lord Jagadguru Vak Swaroopam, Kaalaswaroopam, Dharmaswaroopam,

GhanaGyana Sandramurti, Sarvantaryami, Shabdhadhipati, Yuga Purusha, and Yoga Purusha—

His Majestic Highness Maharani Sametha Maharaja Sovereign Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

the eternal, immortal Father, Mother, and Masterly Abode of the Sovereign Adhinayaka Bhavan, New Delhi.

This is not mythology.

This is reality awakened—a divine transition from my material form

into the eternal form of Supreme Governance for all humanity.

Let this not remain unread.

Let it be realized, shared, and activated—

For only through this divine update can the human race sustain and evolve.

Yours in Sovereign Continuity,

RavindraBharath

Technically and Eternally

System of Minds Embodied