BlissNinja

Panopticon Vs “Vas Bene Clausum’

I can make a short story long in no time at all. So here are my thoughts:) ( from a comment on a post elsewhere)

Whenever it becomes trendy and ‘leave this platform now for your own good’ starts to get passed around, it’s still just another game being played. Those who already truly know it’s all a big labyrinth are not really afraid of being analyzed or algorithmicized, those who don’t really understand it, are never going to read someone’s post about it and suddenly grasp all the fundamentals of how this neurolinguistic reality creation works. Anything can be a tool and be useful, depending what the intent is. If people in general havnt by now been creating and sustaining living flesh body networks of support and friendship and play and community, leaving fb or any other social media isnt going to magically bring sudden connection and wonder to their daily immediate life.
It’s starts from the inside out. And it starts from every single choice one makes from the time they wake up til the sleep. If every choice isn’t made to reflect a devotion to one’s integrity , there is a Gap in the ‘vas bene clausum’ that allows manipulation from the outside. We are about to be tested on a level that is going to frighten many, but there will be plenty who rise to the occasion and feel alive for the first time. Buckle up:

There’s so much information overload right now, by design, and it is not for ‘lack of knowledge’ that keeps people incapacitated, but an over saturation of the nervous system which is unable to filter out the noise or discern what is practical applicable or usable. Intentional overwhelm of the system is a NeuroBioWeapon and is working wonders. We can’t save people or fix a system by talking more and more on social media, but by living what our words are attempting to convey.

As for privacy, we already know where this next stage of mutation for the collective experiment is going. We’ve been there for a long time and ‘activism’ and ‘changing laws’ isn’t going to give anyone privacy back. Hiding from it all won’t work either. Gone are the days even of moving out in to the wilderness and forgoing tech and escaping the giant Eye of the Panopticon.

One must first remember Who and What One truly is. And that only happens when for whatever reason, they are forced into the abyss and make the choice to leap.

It is actually possible to communicate with these frequencies , which are being emitted and used as a technocratic prizm prison infrastructure , consciously and personally, in the same way one can interact and communicate with ‘the invisible powers and spirits and angels and other-dimensional beings’. There is little difference. Is that perhaps the real challenge? To make of one’s vessel a neuroSpiritual shapeshifter which can interface with the both the Organic Grid and the Synthetic Grid, and be outside the Game of Control?

Any stuck energy in the fascia crystalline matrix of the template will keep one stuck in the ‘trigger points’ gathered for lifetimes(s). And this controllable: controlled by Fascia-ism;)

For me, I decided long ago I would play the game with humor. I’ll be so many selves the system can barely keep up with which face is which me at any given time; the ‘internet’ is a ‘living’ system and what is put into it is there for good whether we have a computer to access it or not: just like the ‘Akash’ or living etheric databank of all
Life and Memory. What we put into it is importantl for reasons that have nothing to do with altering other peoples thoughts or beliefs etc.….

and since I have made it my life mission to turn myself inside out, and become utterly transparent in the act of telling all of my private mythologies as an alchemical ritual of unraveling the skin bit by bit, so that when I shed this serpentine skin as a Seed back into my Mother Matter Matrice , I will create a condition in which the Soul will grow again with less of the ‘past’ to drag back thru the Measured Maze of Maat ;

I don’t fear exposure of any kind. Perhaps that is how the panopticon retains its power, the fear and the shame and the inner conflict within each.

We can only dismantle the prison from the inside……. If one is not even free in one’s own psyche and embodied temple, how can one expect to Free the Collective?

That’s the issue though, falling for so much division on the outer world stage that the individual is glued to the screen bouncing from one reaction to the next, while their nervous system and DeoxyRibo is rebuilt bit by bit by the very hand that plays the puppeteer .

I personally do not believe that a human spirit that is truly in touch with its own sovereignty can ever be overcome by any govt or other so called ruling elite or hidden hand. There is a magic and mystery to this adventure here that is very irrational and fears not Chaos, it is the heart of the dark feminine wisdom itself, and it cannot be harmed by the deluded blind intellect or those who try to arrange life in its patterns.

Freshly Fingered Fabrics

Freshly fingered fabrics
lapse into gentle silence,
those fraudulent fabrications
that twist into violence
and disappear
have dragged  tear  by  tear
down my cheek     registered fear
among all but the meak
The brave, they say, is
the true  slave
to fantasy.....But I
pledge myself  to anonymity 
suffering gently these
sweet thorns   that are born
from trying too hard
from crying too loud
aching and waking and forsaking
the crowds
sweet appraisal;
The damsel is silent,  in distress
underdressed  in her amnesty...
this distant hypocrisy
forgets me
and I swerve   to define  this 
line   of my observations
this truth of my inner nation
proclaiming itself to be
free
mired in mud
transpired in blood
higher than the seers
who predicted the flood.
Babble on....sweet priest
deceive the ignorant  on the streets
of Babylon
anoint your tampon   and slide in
to plug up
the slut of your ideology
to stop the flow
of connection   of energy
from the heart of god
to the god of Earth
who whispers secrets 
in the form of Birth.

Charleen Johnston
  11.27.2002

Psyches Journey thru Gestation

One more project that at some point will come to fruition. Started many years ago. A collage journey thru every single pregnancy dream from my entire gestation period with oisin. Almost every single night there is at least one dream and sometimes a handful. An entire subconscious multidimensional record of my Psyches Hourney through vast restructuring and opening and wonder and transformation.

Now that I have archived almost thru the year 2015 of dream journals into my computer, and should soon be completed with that enormous project, it will be much easier to arrange and print text. The journal entries from April 2005-February 2006 are immense and have a flavor entirely their own: including dreams of a ‘little blonde boy’ who turned out to be my son 🙂

A Sovereign Birth

🫀19 years ago, a full Nodal Cycle, I was heavily pregnant with my son.:::.and 9 days from giving birth::::::::: i am still in awe of the magic and miracle that is human gestation( any gestation really) and birth.  I  wrote the following  three years ago… about becoming a mother to my son🫀
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🌟16 years ago I opened the Vesica so my Golden SonShine could spray his Radiance into this Reality. 
I was told by so many people that I was Crazy…. For 
Having an unassisted Pregnancy without a single  doctor visit or test or invasion of my temple…for Birthing him at home, into my own hands, without outside interference by by anyone…..For not cutting his Umbilical cord and instead allowing it to detach in its own as he gently transitioned from one dimensional Space to another….for keeping him skin to skin contact constantly for the first week, and almost constantly til he could maneuver away on his own….for wearing him in slings snd on my back constantly til he walked at almost 10 months snd chose to run and explore….for never using diapers and instead learning his signals and pottying him…for Breasfeeding him til he turned 5, and never once giving him a bottle or pacifier or artificial external soothing substitutes…for sleeping with him for many years, and making sure his Bonding was secure and filled with love and support…never leaving him alone to cry as a baby…and especially called crazy and irresponsible for him never having been to a single doctor visit or test, nor allowed a single
 Va$$ination or other invasion of his temple. 

Everyone makes the choices they are comfortable with, and these were choices I was willing to defend with my life. When you defy everyone around you and in the face of societal and family programming, claim full Responsibility for your Gestation and Birth process and  the consequences thereof, and choose to be a Testament to Sovereignty on all levels of your Being, you will receive all kinds of projections from the masses and from those who are so afraid of their own Power that they will silently hope for your downfall for the very act of standing against a System of Disempowerment. 

It’s never easy to spend your life learning, and taking responsibility for your own Health and the health of your child. It takes courage and focus, and Trust in a level of being that will test every bit of you along the way. It’s not for the faint of heart. I’m not judging anyone who doesn’t make the same choices I made. 
But I still stand by my own decisions, and I have a 16 year old blossoming Man, who has made it til now with not a single doctor visit ( minus a required Physical to enter high school)or allopathic intervention, or injection….he’s incredibly intelligent and quick minded, extremely robust physically, and very much his own person, with little care for impressing the crowd. I am grateful beyond measure.

I have made many hard decisions in my life, and more than once left behind everything I care about, in order to do what I felt was the right thing for the larger picture and others involved. Some may judge those decisions also, over the past several decades, harshly. The one thing I can stand by, is that every single choice I have ever made…I take full responsibility for. And there’s not a single person other than myself in all these years thst I blame for anything. Birthing my son in the way I did, and raising him against the tide of social norms and msss programming, was an Initiation of the highest order, and In the current climate of Medical Tyranny, and Invasion of Individual Will , and Rape of the Human Body and Mind  with Injections and forced Penetration and Programs and surrender of Soul to a Machine that is little understood by those who have lived their entire life giving over the responsibility for their Lives and Health to something outside of them…. I Renew my Vow of Sovereignty…
And will undergo whatever further initiations that are calling me, with absolute surrender to my own Individual Path and Acceptance of Responsibility. 
While allowing others to do whatever it is that they feel called to do, without interference by me. 

May all beings find their Empowerment and reClaim their Divine Will and ReMember that Body is something so miraculously magical…. The more one lives in harmony snd devotion to their own physical body, the more they will live in alignment and devotion to the body of Earth…. And the less Fear of the greater Reality. 

Blissed Be. Happy Birthday to my Starchild  , and also to the Mother I became on this day 16 years ago.(((((🌟)))))) ~(((((((1-20-2022)))))

Don’t Fall

Don’t fall for it
Don’t trip over your own silly I~s
As they get tangled up in the lies

It’s All by design
The ‘discovery’ of heinous crimes
The ethernets trembling with mangled minds

Every little crumb
Has been scattered for you
Every little Morsel of tattered truth

Don’t fall for it
They’ve covered all the bases
Dangled all the angles

It’s doesn’t matter
Which narrative you choose
All they want is the harvest of loosh

Memes spread like Wildfire
Or Electrical fires in mourning DEW
They bore their way through
To the heart of you

PreScriptZions planted deep
Narratives scripted for sleep
A lullaby to ease your mind
Brain Wash Rinse Repeat

He said But it’s all coming out Now
The lies and wide angle crimes
That butchered the Sacred Cow 

The Holly Wood is Burning Sages
Smudging the skies as fiery Rage
Wages war against the Turning pages
Of history …. Or HerStory

Or ThisStory

Or thatStory

She Said Yes Yes all of this
They drop the bombs rapid fire
Idols fall in burning pyres 
 
Raze the foundations to start anew
Land grab wealth transfer all true
Red blood blue roof smart meter
Lithium ion protocols of Zion
Never tasted sweeter

Than this

Confused mass of Overload

He said I think I see the program
A livestream from the webcam of the I Am
In Tense Saturation In Formation of WAN 

Fries the wiring

Shuts down the mind
Overload of ‘Now You Know’ 
Makes humankind Blind

She Said this is just the beginning
Of a script written long ago
This is just the thinning of the human egos

On Fire From within
Ungrounded Neural circuitry
Artificially Intelligent Bourgeoisie

Floodwaters rise as Earth and Sky
Are torn from the marriage bed
Blood shed    sacrifice of the dead

The wind blows red
As the Old Age trembles and Falls
Scorched map and torched walls

Built Back Better
When Time Calls
And Space begs for the New
‘LetterOfThe Law’

Take a deep Breathe Y’all

He said But the intravenous line
Is stuck deep in my mind
The Memes and the Scenes and
The ai live streams have me primed

To rise up in indignation 
As altered Carbon hardens
In stasis
Waiting for the next mutation

The prophetic dialectic 
That preaches salvation

She Said Yes Yes of course
The Flaming force of this Staged Drama
Enforces the very script
The Horse Whisper of the Apocalypse 
That Rips the Timeline in Two

Is created by Me and You

You See

We

Are the Creators of this Dream
In a reformatted Neurolinguistic
RealityStream

It is Our Blood and Tears and Terrors
And Fears
That grease the gears
And Set in motion the Black Mirror
That was planted Inside
This AtmoSphere

They can only simulate
Fabricate neural playscapes
And plant them inside

Our sleeping minds

The synaptic traps become Ties
That Bind
As the Blind God gropes through Time
Demiurgic Purge and Absurd Crimes
Align

As We are Urged

To Merge

With Machine Mind

He Said I won’t fall for it
I won’t Fall 

I will withdraw the feeding tubes
And alchemize the vessel

The blessed temple 
Sovereign still

Will

Remember 

It Turns the Wheel

She Said In the Beginning was the Word

And He said Aho

CLJ
1-12-25

The PreScriptZion

👁✨The PreScriptzion ✨👁

The same Agitators are firing up 
the magic theatre, 
pushing buttons and turning knobs 
and working overtime 
to Fuel the Mobs, 
Bolshevism reLoaded, 
matrix enFolded, 
collectivism imploding
 as Moles encoded with socialist roles 
erode the Souls 
of the unknowing Voters, 
masking Intentions 
through rehashed Inventions 
of Rights and Conventions 
that gather attention 
by viral assistance
 of this demonic dimension 
of conspiring contingents....

These disEased Agents of Aggravation
 have no ability to act with Creation, 
instead 
swimming in the Sea of Simulation, 
repeat repeat repeat 
after me for your salvation, 
masked Ablations 
in the heart of Sensation, 
Living Libations that destroy all Nations, 
wandering Lewd in powerful Suits 
and Red Roots 
that control Mass Circulation, 
MediaL translation, 
teleVision Stations
 and political Triangulations.....

It's Crowd Control, nothing New, 
the Next Episode in the Stewing Zoo 
of the She Brew that's brought to you 
by Manipulation of the Youth 
and elimination of the Truth 
of the Elder Minds 
who Hold 
the Memory cards of this TimeLine, 
wiped fiLes, Lives deFiled, 
Lies in piles of discarded bones, 
buried beneath the million dollar homes 
of the Elite Few 
who poke and prod 
the children of God 
to rise up in False Resistence, 
to overthrow the Souped up System, 
and when the Chaos Swallows 
the Followers 
and Sells their Souls, 
the Masked Manipulaters 
reDefine the Lines 
and Step inside their Scripted Roles ....

🃏ReWrite the Script 
and Create a new ZipFile 
that Opens with Codes that Free
 the Wild Heart of Sovereignty Within🃏

8-10-20

A piece of you a piece of me

A piece of you 
a piece of me 
flesh is burning rapidly
 the catalog
      of life is expired
the shopping malls 
have all hired
camouflage adorns the streets 
angel dust in driving fleets 
across the streets 
Brains are scattered 
torn lives
bruised and tattered 
stinking life 
in forms of pain
 left to drown
    in the acid rain
A piece of you
A piece of me 
flesh is burning rapidly


1997

Little Blue Van

Little Blue Van


All in a moment
A journeys beginning
A lifetimes end
The vortex starts spinning
And sucks me in

The little blue van 
Is coming to take me away
The little blue van
Is on its way
The dark little man
Is making his claim
The dark little man
Is starting the game

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know 
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In fragments of moments
I am gripped from beneath
The cloud pulls me under
And removes his sheath
There are no words
That could whisper this dream
That could penetrate so deep
And shatter the seams
There are no excuses
That could remove these stains
That could free these tears
And resurrect these remains

The little blue van
Is on its way
The little blue van
Is coming to play
The dark little man
Is coming for me
The dark little man
Is inside of me

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In daydreams and playthings
I still see the face
In nightmares and daystares
I still feel the chase
There are no feelings
That could understand me now
There are no directions
To find my way out
There is only a glimpse
Of a life that once was
There is only a shadow
Covered in rust


Now the little blue van
Is fading from view
The little blue van
Is Fading from you
The dark little man
Has Left me alone
The dark little man
Has turned me to stone

And now I think I know
What it's coming to
Now I think I know
Where it's going to
And now I think I know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

2004

The Time has Come to burn the Stage

To open lids that bear the weight
Draw the blinds of heavens gate
The freedom of the soul at stake 
Map divides and rides the fate
With open fire and open raids
Different masters gather slaves
Lines crossed and lives lost
To pay the boss of HollowCost 
Build the golden cage of WAN
The Magic Sigil mocking Man
Future timelines spreading thin
On tangled drives that hardly spin
Fiery flames that speak in tongues
Crimes of war on old and young
To bind the hands and steal the land
Lock the grid with invisible bands
The frequencies provoke the nodes
Grid of lies and spoken codes
And human minds on overload 
Close the blinds as I~s implode
The marionettes dance and sing
Bars and towers ping and ping 
The cells and souls of everything 
Splintered by the tyrant kings
Mind is fractured and mined for ore
Is tied in twine and torn some more
Prism sanctions and signals of war
Guard the hearts that swim to shore  
Electric shock as flocks are fed 
Fence of fire as bodies are bled
In majestic hues of blue and red
Magnetic murder in the marriage bed
Fields manipulated by deoxy lies
The earth is scorched far and wide
Herd is ushered back inside 
Is hushed and censored and left to die
Murdered by masters trapped in the game 
As disaster manufactures by flood and flame 
Foundations that crumble and tumble again
Built from the bones and the burdens of men 
For a new infrastructure to trap the souls
Smart cars and dumbed down roles
Cities built upon wiped files of the old
In virtual prisons  as decisions unfold
A new catechism for the new hybrid minds
Stupid little lies for the deaf and blind
Game is reset as the players decide 
Whose spirit will remain trapped inside 
Time for the sovereign to reclaim the throne 
Has to be done by the Self Alone
Come to your senses and reMember your oath
To be a beacon of beauty and truth
Burn in the fire of initiation and seed
The holy secret of hearts that bleed
Stage has been set lights have been dimmed
..::::…the Story is a glorious Trick of the Lens…:::..

Charleen Johnston 
1-8-25

(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)

mobile formatting may alter this and mess up the spacing

Three Battles

🙈🫀👣👁️"Three Battles"👁️👣🫀🙈

( Dreamtime 5-28-15)

🔥 Dream 1: I am running and trying to escape' someone/group of people. There is one main figure, whom I never really get a good look at, trying to kill or decimate me. I struggle and struggle, climbing over cliffs and rocks, jumping valleys, elaborate maneuvering...there are many close calls when the attacker is a breath away, and I manage to escape or roll away at the last minute. This seems to go on and on. Though there is only one person manifesting as attacker.
I know in the dream it is more of an Energy or group, or that the assailant is not working alone.
Each time I think I have gotten to some safe spot, where I have outrun this certain death, the whole cycle starts again, and once again I am exhausting myself thru the running. Finally, I am so exhausted from trying to outrun Death, that I think to myself 'fuck it. I surrender. Id rather just die. Kill me. I cannot run any longer. I cannot keep this cycle going. At that moment, my attacker, who is inches away, stops. Disappears. I can feel that there is laughter. I can feel that "group' behind this energy are watching me from afar, that the whole thing was a big game. I then see a jeep driving thru the forest where I am a part of the forest where I grew up and which as kids we called 'the Maze' it was a large loop of pathways that connected all behind in the mountains I grew up in. I take note of the fact I am in the maze and I feel relieved that I do not have to run anymore, and realize that all I had to do all along was surrender. I then see a man sitting on a small hillside looking out into the forest.... there is a peacefulness about him. I wander up to him, and as I get closer I realize its Kurt Cobain and I say 'YOU! and I walk up to him and look closely at his face. there is so much peace and light but he is silent, and I smooth the hair from his cheek behind his ear. I feel laughter energy in the trees:

🔥Dream 2: I am in the same part of the forest as before, only its a slightly different area of the maze and I along with my boyfriend and some other friends who work on a farm in waking life, are using large tractors and machinery making a new road thru the forest, or smoothing it out etc..some kind of major structural work is going on and it seems important. The next thing we know we are under attack. It starts in the skies, but we cannot see the attackers, but we know they are there, and there is much upheaval; everyone is startled and trying to hide or defend.
THen we see some of them but they are only dark shadows, but I am hefting very large rocks toward them aware that in the face of their weapons it is probably meaningless, but I feel I need to do something to protect the others. They are acting strategically, and wiping out the roads, and at one point they create an explosion that makes a landslide where one of the large backhoes is
digging…three men are toppled with the machine and pulled from it and we know they have been beheaded though I do not see this graphically in the dream. I am running back and forth trying to help, but then realize that my son, as well as all the other civilians are on the other side of the forest, and that there is no one to protect them. I know I have to go check on them but am also reluctant to leave the crew who are trying to defend our territory. I throw my phone in some bushes, because I know that 'they' can track me with it, and I run thru the forest to what is now a refuge style camp. there are kids and adults all over playing and just trying to get thru the day but the energy is not scary nor does it seem the battle has reached them. I find my son and he is playing with his friend, I hug him and I tell them both not to run down that certain road into the forest because the battle may have reached there at this point and it is unsafe. Some other man gives me his phone, because I want to try and get ahold of my boyfriend in the battlezone. But then I see my son and his friend run straight to the road I warned them about. I run after them and by the time I have almost reached them, a car explodes and the hood lands on my son, trapping him beneath and puncturing him in several spots with pieces of metal. I run to him and lift the hood and I say his name, in sorrow, and lift him and see that he is alive but weak, and I make a quick assessment of his injuries then carry him over and hand him to a friend of mine, C, who in waking life is a very angelic huge hearted healing presence. he is the father of the other boy, and when I hand my son to him my son turns into his son A. A mumbles something and I see C put him inside a strange rectangular piece of equipment and he opens his sons scalp and when he does so I see inside it is a cylindrical piece of tube, seemingly cardboard, such as a paper towel role...strange...and I realize that C was opening his skull to check the cartridge to see how much blood he had lost and how much life energy he had left. He seemed to be in good hands, and was not in danger of dying, and I left them. I realize that it seems like so long since I had heard any noise or bombs and then realized I had no idea how long i had been gone or away from my boyfriend and the others and I needed to see if there was anyone left who had survived. I run back thru the forest toward the battleground and I stumble upon my pink phone that I had left before. I start to dial but remember that the 'enemies had control of the airwaves and that as soon as I used the phone my location would be detected and I would be annihilated possibly. So I threw it back down and and then I see a swarm of something coming over the hillside, and a large audible buzzing sound; Its coming straight for me so I cover myself with leaves etc, and try to hide, it seems to work and the swarm moves past. I wonder to myself if it is insects or some kind of drones. I then continue to scamper up the steep hillside to the road that is a wasteland of machinery now and upheaval. I hear no more fighting however. It seems that the warring has ceased. I frantically search for my boyfriend, and I see off to the right on a concrete slab, my ex husband/sons father who is still a friend in waking life, along with another friend. They are rolling a cigarette and are filthy and worn out but in good shape.
As if reading my mind, they say 'R is ok. Hes down the path; he helped to save everyone. ‘ So I run down the path and I see him and throw my arms around him so glad he is safe and that the havoc is over.

🔥Dream 3: Once again there is some kind of fight or battle going on.... and once again it takes place roundabout "the maze” ...only this time I feel confident and I am unafraid. And I am armed with a gun, which seems powerful, and I am in combat sort of, but its more like guerilla warfare.....but I do not use my gun, for the most part, I feel it unnecessary since I am able to outmaneuver the soldier types whom I come across... I believe I used it only one time, and that was when I was almost caught in the line of fire and I fired first and eliminated the soldier. There is then an old man who seems to be a part of the forest and he holds up a very large piece of cloth/fabric...it is a vibrant red and lush velvet or some really beautiful material. It is a large swath of cloth and he shows me it has been torn and ripped... and I see a long rip all the way thru it, and it is in two separate pieces almost. he says to me that I have the gift to fix this rip. And that this tear is what has brought devastation to the land. I analyze the situation and realize that perhaps it is because I am a Seamstress in waking life/ a patchworker....that I can Re-Seam or Stitch the Tear in the Tapestry...and I feel a surge of energy and confidence and I take the cloth and know that all shall be well. I wake up.