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)
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🔥 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.
eyes cold as ice a storm in another time peering at the dreams frozen in rhyme Madness makes masters of men who wake up learning from the dreams that free them from the muck
crazy little girl crazy little girl paranoid hypnotized by the world swept away swept away lost inside the void
A heart as warm as fire burning- alone, alone dreaming, flying higher outside the lines she roams wake up, wake up see the inner skies awaken your fragile heart for freedom from their lies
Crazy little girl crazy little girl lost inside her world freedom without freedom within wake up, little girl let the world in.
Where in this existence am I? Out wandering beneath the sapphire sky? Crawling on my knees digging in the dirty disease of life taking turns with god in the neon light of the turquoise dream finding the ocean beneath the stream my eyes bleeding from constant sight unwavering in the dark of night. Countless days I've spent in vain bathing in the acid rain peeling my skin from my brittle bones plastered to the iron stones of Life. Where in this existence am I? A diamond in the sunlit sky? Casting my shadow across the barren ground pretending to be a god in the world that I have found? Inside the embryo I wallow in blood awaiting the push of the eternal flood into a life where feelings are stone and bitterness of the unanswered quest leaves me cold and alone.
Baby I've come to a clearing in the forest Of my mind Searched every nook and still I've Come out behind But I'm Never too scared to try again Here comes the sun when I go Deeply within my self And only you can show me how To love I've lived behind glass and now I'm Above What I was before I met you.
…Who knows and who cares anyway (some might say) because only God knows the way- hmmm... I'm only a child weak in the knees self contaminated speck on deck for a new kinda ride stuck inside the high wondering whispering watching the clouds roll by talking quietly to myself pulling the appendages off my body one after another until I am just an inch tall....
🔥✨Every year I undertake to begin teaching myself something new, establishing a new intimacy with some beckoning beauty of experience through the somatic vessel …. The piano has been whispering to me lately to actually participate in its secrets… so will see what happens::::
As for deeper intentions for the unfolding of Life in this grand adventure, amidst all the theatrical Stages of Times Dance with Space… I ask not for a life free of obstacles or challenges or pain or suffering and I ask not for protection or ease or even for any abundance that is not already a part of my own woven Destiny….:but I ask that I may have the Courage to face what is my own further initiations in this Play, the Wisdom to discern what Is and Is Not mine to carry or to create, the Honor to to witness my sons blossoming into manhood and all the joy and suffering that befall the journey into that unknown, and the Humility to always be aware of how deep in the black moist fertile soil of the Mothers Compost I am rooted, so that the Promethian spirit can continue to unfold wings through my Self as it Plays at Being a Me in this Dream. ✨🔥🪷🙌🪷🔥✨
It’s called ‘ the nervous system is wired differently’ and likely compounded with trauma and suffocating in a ‘system’ designed to stifle. I like to use astrological terms, but whatever the words you use, there are absolutely differences in the way people process information and stimuli and hence how they experience daily life.
Aurobindo would consider it an evolving stage of the supramental body, astrology would call it
‘ heavy Mercury and Uranus aspects speeding up the electrical field along with Pluto creating hyper focus and mars stimulation seeking novelty and new sensory input. Whatever way you choose to speak about it, there are vast differences in how one experiences reality, and by medicating and stifling and pathologizing it, the ‘system’ is attempting to subdue an evolutionary imperative and divert its creative gifts. In every group, even in animals, some are born to maintain the status quo and keep the group stable and safe and maintinging boundaries, while a small
Amount exist to push those boundaries and use the innate curiosity and novelty seeking to engage differently and thus keep the group moving in bounds towards new developments.
And there are all shades in between. Without them all, any species or group would fail utterly.
Especially herd animals.
As a person whose neurological wiring is as described above, and who was and is incapable of existing within the parameters of
‘mainstream society’ in the typical fashion….I thank all the Daimons and sprites and generous souls who have helped me to carve out my own life in a functional way so l can use my gifts and thrive instead of flail. If it weren’t for the very stable and solid and calm friendships who are and have been my rocks thru the years l’d be in a very different place indeed. Blessed beyond measure. The price the individual who is sped up and operating in multidimensional thought waves constantly pays for that nervous system is dear, if one expects ‘peace’ or
‘calm’ from life. But nature knows what she is doing, in pairing the frenzied, manic, exuberant soul with those whom they can inspire and activate and excite and keep fresh, whilst at the same time giving that person those whose calm and gentle and stable presences can help to keep the world from spinning completely out of control. In my experience, the profoundness of being Seen Fully and yet Accepted Completely, has led to a complete re-birth after nervous breakdown and utter dysregulation for many years: what a blessing to see and appreciate all the diverse ways this Universe Plays with Being, Through Us.
“Happiness is strange; it comes when you are not seeking it. When you are not making an effort to be happy, then unexpectedly, mysteriously, happiness is there, born of purity, of a loveliness of being.” ― Jiddu Krishnamurti
🌹⭐️🌹 the biggest gift I could ever have given this reality , is the devotion to my own healing and awareness both before, during, and after becoming a portal for the deliverance of a Child Of the Heart into this fleshDream…. How can we help to heal this fractured schism of a world if we do not undertake the Great Work and then emit that Seed into the fertile Soul of a Soul who will carry on the blessings we bestow through our devotion to Integration?
I know the extent of how much of my own lineage of trauma and pain has been cleared thru my own participation in the dance of alchemy, by watching my son become a man…. By seeing how different he navigates and how few ‘holes’ he has to fill , and how ‘whole’ his mind and heart and body is; I am grateful beyond words that I dug so deep into the underworld, even if the only result were to be that my son did not have to spend most of his life undoing the patterns and poisons and dysfunctional inheritances we bear from our ancestral lines. We are the forebears, each and every one of us who choose to alchemise the vessel, of a different way of coCreating reality here in this Realm. It’s starts with Us, and with what and how we Birth our Fruits into this Womb, for we are a womb just as the Mother Matrix is a womb, and we can only produce seeds from the particular fruit we have grown.
We CanSeed this Dream Consciously
There are many ways to alter the design and help raise the veils to see the beauty of creation and the dance of selves at play; the absolute miracle of the process of gestating and birthing a new Being into this playground is so beyond scope , and is an absolute wonder to behold.
Have we forgotten what is at play when we participate in this adventure? Please don’t forget, find the magic and majesty in this engagement and watch the seeds become mighty oaks ❤️
⭐️i find it fascinating how each new baited toy Is swallowed whole by girls n boys And the UltraNewMK Vultures dine on Minds As blind Shrines arise in response to the Ploy “ why looky here chief Wiggum, man The suspect had his manifesto on hand… Golly gee you really don’t say? Almost like it was drip-fed straight into the heads Of all the BlueLight Crazed Brains that put Their Belief in these Patsy-stained he said she said Games….. “I’m Lovin It….” As Trumpsters iMage fades from the Drivethru And EasyColi rage trades places in the HiveStew Of scripted bleedthroughs as the stage fades Into the background And the red carpet unravels At the Speed Of Hashtags Unwound….
👁️🤡👁️ 12-10-24
( a mirrored image or an upside down version of 👇 ……………………………………………… I~s are always watching, reading the Scroll... Ever seen the BlackMirror episode 'Hated in the Nation' ? Hashtag Deathto and everyone played along Believing themselves so morally superior And so Liber(h)ated to cause Harm to those Voted as worthy of being Removed From the Hive By the Drone Killer Bees.... But.... It..... Turned.... Out..... That in the end The Joke was on them All of the Ones Who Played Along Hash tagging and bashing And spewing hatred and venom And PolarEyeZing like good little Chess pieces Pawns in the DisEase Tucked neatly beneath the Wing Of the Puppetmasters.... In the End..... They were the Targets.... It was a psychological maneuver to get the BlackHearted Bullies who like to Pretend... To expose themselves To the ?eyes?s of the World Exposing their Bitterness and Fear and Projection and Vitriol The hooked Bait on.Line Spun like a Web of LiveStreams And HiveDreams 'Im one of the crowd....I'm justified in my hatred I'm justified in my Victimhood The world owes me I ought to be coddled and stroked And because I'm afraid I will hurl my poison at any who stand on the other Side Of the Line" And it turns out Both sides of the Line are just mirror Images Lost to one another in the labyrinth So disconnected So traumatized They traumatize others The Black Mirror , the Obsidian Stone The Tech.In.All.Of.We that pulls The strings and watches the Emotional Puppets Sing . Go AHead and Draw your Line Tiptoe and shout and scream from Side to side Of it The ?eyes?s are AllWAys Watching And at the center of the labyrinth .... The only thing you will be battling is the force of your own Fear and hatred and terror Staring back at you In a frightening Minotaur of massive proportion And you will recognize When it's too late ⏳⚖That it is You⌛️⚖
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