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I am.....a Jester playing on the chessboard of Space-Time... a seamstress of dreams and a weaver of of seams clothing the soul in rhythm and rhyme

A Solstice Reminder

❤️🍎🌞🙌..a ReMinder for MySelf..🙌🌞🍎❤️

You are … Essentially….an electromagnetic Battery… A Torus Field …. An Infinte Free Energy Alchemical Lab that can Generate its own perfect Health and Joy. Everything you’ve been taught in the Mainstream Script Timeline is inverted. There are very few basic needs …. And one of those is Grounding Oneself in Earth…. The soles of ones feet are fractal Foundations and Function as one pole of your SovereignSelfMagnet. It is Essential for the connection between your body and Earth and Ground to happen, and in conjunction with Sunlight on your Skin and in your Eyes. With feet on earth and Sun on skin… You Charge your Vehicle. Pure and Energized Water is absolutely vital…. Water is Alive, and has been held captive with poisonous programming. Air and the act of breathing with awareness and Intention is akin to Magic. With Breath you cAn unlock your own inner pharmacology. You contain everything in Existence within your Body. Your Mind Steers with Intent. Your Nervous System is the most technologically advanced Integrel quantum Computing System …. Learning to use it…. You will be ReMembering that you are Beyond Powerful here in this CoCreative Dream and Dynamic Dance on the Cosmic Chessboard….

Challenging and Pushing the Body and Emotions and Will develops ones Capacity to Hold Charge. Like a battery….if there is no Juice, there is no Will not Joy nor Aliveness….there is enervation and dis-ease and desperation and dependence on temporary situations that lead to further loss of Charge.

Spending time with as much skin to Sun contact as possible , in nature, Feet to Earth, Breathe to Heart In Awareness, With Pure Water ….. Will help you Be the best version of yourSelf in this Play, so…. Let the Ninjapocalypse Unfold And Let’s Enfold a New Script from between the Seams of this Dying Dream and Rebirth the EarthSeeds in Selves of Radiant Wild Warrior Beings✨🃏✨⭐️🗝⭐️✨🃏✨


~Charleen Johnston solstice 2020

28cents worth ….from 2016….a Response:

My Old art

The first step to freedom is to know you are in Prison. That means that almost 100% of your beliefs as a person are Programs. You cannot adopt a ‘new and revised and updated ‘ program and then believe you are free of programming! It’s a constant battle of discernment and waking to new levels of awareness. Frameworks help to understand but need to be discarded for what they are eventually. It’s not a singular moment of tearing off one level of manipulation and then claiming one is Free.

I am speaking generally here, not pointing at anyone in particular.

I have made a commitment to myself that every single day I will attempt to remove another filter. I am still running Various programs that were inserted and adopted over not just this lifetime, but others. On various dimensions. Knowing this allows me to not take anything at face value, even my own emotional reactions or impulsive thoughts.

There are no gods that are going to save us, nor aliens going to save us. No politician or ‘movement’.

Anyone still thinking they can point a finger outside themselves in blame or in looking for salvation, will suffer when the truth arises within the self.

Suffering is inevitable. But will it be conscious Suffering that leads to cathartic Transformation…. Or will it be unconscious suffering where blame is placed ourtside oneself?

It does not matter what ‘side’ you are on. If you still need a ‘side’ to be on or identify with you are still in the Program. Your energy is feeding a perpetual motion energy generating agenda that thru conflict and division and duality is keeping the very horrors we are experiencing in existence. We ourselves are the batteries powering our own disintegration and slavery!

It is possible to act in integrity, and help to alter the program, without emotionally fueling its existence.

Anyone who knows me personally, knows that I operate Through and with Love and Compassion, Generosity and genuine affection for my fellow beings and friends… That i am led by my heart and that I am not a judgemental or self serving person… Therefore I ask that before Offense is taken or motives are assumed… A step back is taken and a deep hard look at ones own traumas and weak spots to see which agendas one is fueling Thru lack of awareness or Fear.

May all beings remove the chains within themselves. THAT is the only thing that will
Stop the violence and insanity.

There are forces at work, that use US as their vessels, and as long as the distractions that we have been bred to chase are paramount,no amount of ‘laws’ and activism is going to change anything.

And giving up ones ability to protect oneself from a government that is so clearly dominating and manipulating its ‘people’ is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.

That’s my 28 cents worth 🤔

-Charleen Johnston 2016

An Old Rant that popped up on my fb feed


I still
Stand by thought-expressions but not with irritation these days as I’m too busy creating and flowing with the subtleties of Life to worry too much about what anyone else in this Dream is doing with their precious Life Energy.

  • Im going to be one of the Herd today 🙂 * Here goes:

Among the rest of the nonsense….Teenage sex articles keep popping up on my feed.
The issue of sex education.How about this:humanity reMembers how to
Feel the subtlety of Life And Energy so it doesn’t have to carve itself raw and penetrate violently in order to prove it exists…….as long as us creatures Survive on ingesting and regurgitating the programs fed into us…Children and adults alike are going to follow the downloads. War/consumerism/obsession with body shape and size and color and makeup and surgery and creating a ‘perfect template’ that arouses the sexual interest of the ‘Other’ in order to feel accepted into the paradigm… Which itself is blatantly dismissive of any true Soul…will be the results on all levels. Kids don’t need more lectures at earlier ages. Your words are meaningless. Most everyone who are trying to shape and mold the young mind and heart are themselves prostituting their lives out to a parasitic System of Existence. And are either unaware or too afraid to do anything about it. Kids know this. They know they live in a fake world. They know adults are liars and thieves and manipulators. They try to be just as good at the game…. Or better!!!!!!! Are these games fun? Then keep playing!!!!! Are they ripping you apart? Then allow yourself to come undone….dissolve!…. And then put yourSelf back together in such a way that you do not need to be plugged into the Machine in order to generate energy. Be a walking talking example to kids…. Instead of wondering why they Are Masteimg The Rules To The Game At Younger And Younger ages.

It’s like spiritual and collective Bulimia…. Ingest as much garbage and unsatisfying information from all the sources around one with the flashy lights and titles and ‘mind blowing’ articles and then regurgitate it back into the collective mainframe…. Feeling honored to have an opinion on the latest distraction.

Who cares about any of this ridiculousness? Truly? Does someone’s choice to carve and mold their flesh into a version of another ‘gender’ really mean anything to you? Or a woman pretending to be a different race? Or any of the other redundant stories fed to your mind in order to keep you satiated and obligated to waste life energy in venting opinions on a public forum?

These stories and issues are fed into the machine of social media to keep you hypnotized and outraged and self congratulatory about all the ways you’re so forward thinking or accepting….

Take a look around you and see that your entire life has just become an extension of Source Code for a program that feeds on your life energy and all the while you are engrossed with just how fantastic your Profile is, how right your views are, how in the know you are because you’ve read the same ole stories that everyone else has.

Everyone’s eating the same poison and congratulating themselves on how well they can digest it.

And that’s fine… If that’s your choice. Opinions are like tumors…. They are growing out of you and taking over your BodyMind at an alarming rate….
The pretense of feeling one has something to contribute to the collective decay….in order to alleviate the terror of knowing that the Confrontation With Self is creeping up on one…. And that survival is not guaranteed….

I never rant on Facebook so I figured today I would lump all the bullshit that I’ve seen Pop up in my ‘ThoughtFeed’ and make a generalized retort on the insanity of it all and the fury with which people guard their brainwashed opinions…..

Thank you come again.

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Completely disregard it….Or…. Form a retaliation that becomes a further distraction.

Back to your normal Programming😜

June 18,2015

Synbio Graphy

::::in the ‘Space’ of a few years we have entered another layer of the Fractal, the AI Synbio a Practical Master , encoded within the Genes, Unfolding the Dirty Laundry of Epigenetic Streams

What a Quandary…..

The Simulation Serves itself Up
As the Main Course
The Feast
That Codes the Beast
Of Graphene
As Carbon Elite
Remakes itSelf inside our
Sweet Meat
Suits
Our Organic FleshBody
Now Synthetic Neural Mesh
Oddly
Plodding along
Trying to ReMember the Earth
spirits
Original Song

Welcome….. to the next
Stage
Of the Grand Game
It’s Time
To learn to Play
With a New Set of Tools

I Don the Guise of the Fool
The f.UnWise Jester
That unties the Lies
And Gestures
And whispers
The codes of the Rules
That are breaking
Down
The Fool plays Jester to the Clown
As the throne bemoans
The Loss of the Crown
Coronal Mass Ejection
From the SunKing
As the Curtain
Goes
Down.

Clj 9-18-22

As the New Day Begins

How gloriously the We hold tightly
To desperate dreams
Of victimhood
Clinging to the seams of Right
And Left Wings
Born from Memes
Painted with Blood
How magnificently the program
Takes hold
The lies and cries and
Ties that Bind
Are blinding in their bitter goodbyes
As the foothold of ones soul
Is Lost to the magic Mold
The cost of freedom
As minds are bought and sold
How shocking to watch the wounds
Peel and pry the tombs
From the loom
As the Masters spin
The tunes and rip the song
From the Mothers womb
Inverting the Music of men
And women who jump too soon
Into the abyss
Of That & This
Baring bleeding fists of rage
Undisciplined Shifts
Of the gears and the twists
Of the fears that seed
The Shadows sweet Mirrors…
Shattered Stewards of this New Age
Oh how the We holds so intently
To the identity
Of being the victim
As the Sick Dictum grips their mind
And erodes the Codes
Born in Time
Into imploding roads of crime
And sideWinds into highs
Of euphoric rhetoric built from blind
Adherence to inferior minds
That Pride themselves on
GroupThink Size of Lines
Drawn in sand
Glass eyes staring blankly
In artificial bands of Light
Splintered thru the cells
In fight or flight
Wherein the We Dwells
So terrified
And paralyzed
And petrified like stone
Afraid to See the Wounds
Have been born from their own
Image
Hiding itSelf in the Dreams
That damage
The minds and the Mes
Of the Corpus
That creates
Scenes
Of
Be.
Sovereign
Selves
Always and AllWays Dwell
In the Deeper See
Beyond the Shell
EmPowered by the Currents
Ease
No need to Buy and Sell
Or trade Souls in Hell
In proclamations of Victimhood…
The We is a Me that Speaks in Blood
The Time is nigh
The Waters are Tears and Cries
Shall Flood
From theFountain of Freedom
That Springs from the Heart
Of Mud
The Infinite Art of the Earth
As she Births the Beginning
Again
A deep sweet Breath
As the New Day Begins.

Charleen Johnston
6-7-20

Dance of Eros

Dance of Eros

I lay here, in a world of
Invisible hands, invisible hearts
That lift my soul, raise
My mind to things alive-
I am led to paths where
The energy speaks to me,
Vortex of intensity, calling
My soul to dance the dream.
Mother Earth, plastered with
These tunnels of tone-
Portals to deeper dimensions
Of home…she dances silently.
I lay still, on a vibrating
Chakra from the mothers’
Folds, learning to hold this
Deep power, learning to fold
Feelings to fire- receiving
Electricity from loves live wire.
My polar twin spins out of
Earth and into existence, calling
Me with sweet insistence-
And I mould myself to
The mothers form, finding my
Rhythm as if newly born,
And my dance is a dance
Of truth and trance, and
My lover, hypnotized, with
Opened eyes, embraces me
In the darkness of Minds
Absence… our dance a
Remembrance of lives
Lived before-
Of faces shed and blood
Bled along the timeline
Of which we were born.
Together we enact the
Great embrace, the
Great vortex raising our
Flames, creating a new
Form to claim its name…
As the eyes of spirit
Watch on in bliss- appreciating
The sanctity of this blessed kiss.

Charleen Johnston 2003

Catharsis of the mind

A hypothesis…forming…warning me of its kind
A catharsis of the Mind…
I am left behind
Until the Well is filled once more
By the bride of the Hiding
And the tide keeps riding
From the ocean to the shore
Cycling and circling
Lands we’ve known before…
Can the Saving be the same
As the Craving of the game
When you float firsthand
Upon the rain, upon the sand?
Still begging for the name of
The Hand
Which fed you
Sheltered you from the Blue
The freedom to choose
Or not choose
To Be
To See
To undertake this living Dream
Before the experiment is seized
And the hypothesis, unproven still
Forms a catharsis of free Will
Diseased by the need of
the Turning of the Wheel.

Charleen Johnston
circa 2002

Each Side DiVided

Over and over they walk into the Trap
Under hypnosis ….Minds under Rapt
Entranced in Denial and playing the Part…
The Game doesnt End til Awareness Starts
Stuck in programming and battered by fear
Believing their Eye.I sees the ‘Why’ Clear
Each Side divided and Masked in the Mirror…
The Shame doesn’t End til the Blame deParts

Charleen Johnston 6-6-20

YoungSterileDreamOfLove

(young sterile dream of love) where are you hiding?
Is it worth my mental birth for you to confide in?
Confuse me confound me
 Search all around me
   My eternity is yours to keep.
I want only not sleep
  Awake to take a gentle peek.
To know is to lie, to lie is hate
  To hate is futile  (and futility awaits)
(sweetinnocenthope) of which I ungrasp-
   Grasping tighter but lighter still
      Than ever you will.
How often does our love ride
  Upon the horse of doom?
Sweeping away the truththetrustthehumanlust
  With the cosmic broom?
Pity! Oh pity! Those who fell
  Were well ahead of the rest!
Skipping the ripening feast of fest(ering cries)
Stagnant and pregnant with lies.
Deliver me, oh deliver me-
  Softly lay me down beneath the tree-
  Where its arms comfort me in the breeze-
   The breath of mortality.
I ask not to be (forever be)
  But moreso to feel thee-
Here and now…
  No whenbutwherehow
And all I ask is to love thee-
  With all my heart radiantly. 

  Charleen Johnston    (8.24.00)

written when i was 19 in san francisco