Nekyia

( my art from one of my old
Dream journals)
This is the Nekyia,  the night sea journey through the underworld made also by Odysseus, Aeneas, and Hercules, and by Eurydice, Inanna, Persephone, Psyche, by Orpheus, by Christ. Whether this underworld is frigid and ghastly or burning with the hots of hell, it is a realm characterized by temperatures suitable only for demons, ghosts, heroes and heroines, goddesses and shades who are no longer altogether of the upper world. Outsiders. Marginals. Alchemy is a profession of marginals; those at the edge. Those who live from their own fires, sweating it out, self-sustaining their own temperatures which may be at variance with the collective climate.”

James Hillman, Alchemical Psychology

I Rectify your Error

I rectify your error
with urges of despair
I watch your body disappear
into the nighttime air
I hear your shadow weep
as your ailing body sleeps
and I know
that you can not know
that I am watching over you
protecting you
from the truth.
In constant state of madness
you toss and turn and cry
and my duty to defend you
appears to be a lie.
I crush the morning sun
with the darkness of my heart
one cannot be alone
with the faint of heart.
And now the sounding of the harp
and then the final war
and in the days to come
we shall heed the whore
and time will stand still
and the rivers will run dry
the moon shall hang limp
weeping as we die
for life was meant to end
and the ending calls us near
and so, my friend, that is why
I have followed you here.
You shall be the final act
upon my silent stage
and you shall thank the world for me,
your brutal, honest sage.

3-2-1999

I have Absorbed You

I have absorbed you, your fate
your unhate, and your
skin into my within
and I like it- love-
could anything always be so grand?
When the pull of hush
  grasps my hand
your hand(some face)?
Summer is creeping in
feeling thin and,
oh, my friend! What comes before?
Tis only always nothing more
than everything that craves the core(sponding catch?)
Click like clack
 and tic like tac
and toe dont know where nail is at-
   in the wrist-
pinned up, fist to fist
  against the shift of tide
where In I ride
    with silver horse, silver moon
(silver dream comes too soon?)
Crucified in a dream
     freedom from the lie
     freedom from the thief
  crowning unfaith into belief-
concentrate(demons falling) need
    to see them calling
 crawling in on all fours-
into my skin- (where only you
are allowed in).

8-24-2000

Ancient of Days

By William Blake
I am grateful and blessed
and blissed beyond Measure
to have come thru the Matrix 
of This Particular portal...
This Womans Womb,
the Waveform of Being
entangled in Tidal Seeing
rooted here in this Loom
on the warp and weft
of the pain and pleasure
and the games and tricks
as I play at Being mortal
in Times intrepid Tomb.

It is not the first Dance
but an endless Symphony
of enfolded genes
and hologenetic memory
It is not a game of chance
but an intentional theophany
of unfolding schemes
and peripatetic biocartography

I was given the invective Kun!
Be!
And compressed mySelf
into a tiny LightSeed
planted within
a body that bleeds
spirit enraptured
and captured by the decree
to waver between
Doer and deed
as the Verb of Me descended
Down
into Noun of Me embodied
in Sound
Heartbeat pulsing within 
Skin of Mothers Drum
Echoes of rhythm and melody
Willing Birth
and spilling memory
and MomentsOfMe
into the fabric of spaceTime
instantly

I crawled thru the walls of her
Wonder
following the Electro
Magnetic
storm of Lightening
and Thunder
that cleaves Egg
and rends Asunder the Begging
beginning Form
of fertilized Feeling
that clings to Mothers
Walls
Safe inside the Measured Space
of MaMa Mater Matter Maat
Matrice of Mind as Thoth
Impregnates
and BioLuminescent Grace
awaits in Stasis
the Amazing exit from the Gates
of this Nexus
that Enters
Existence
An.Noun.C.I.ng
Me.

4-22-2021

There is a Cataract in my I

There is a cataract in my I 
As a matter of fact 
It’s a Matter of Why 
It’s a Mystery hidden 
in shattered
Minds
fractured Skulls 
manufactured
EnMasse
MKUltra Doldrums
Programmed for the
Trumpets Blast
As Vying Vultures
Dine on  dying cultures
In the Petri Glass

The Cloudy Retinas
Stare back at me
In disbelief
Regurgitated memes
Offer no relief
To the crowds
Who are gathered
In Ether Nets
Screaming loud
As broken necks
     dangle
From the Nous
Of the tangled Hex

They stomp their feet
And loudly proclaim
It’s simply ‘climate change’
As the simple software
In their simple
Brains
Cling to their masters
Who programmmed the Game
‘Take my Vote take my Vote!!!’
As the holes are drilled
In their leaky boats
As their souls are filled
With anecdotes
As planned panic
In demo(n a)cro(b)atic 
epidemics 
Offer up their scapegoats

Splintered psyches
Will grasp at straws
Every Alter 
Wanders Lost
Within the Halls
Of the HollowCost
Seeded from the frequencies
As Seamen spawns
Artificial breeds
No need to bleed
In the new creed
As Paradise is Lost
And Paradox is Freed

Which way shall we go?
Apoptosis or Necrosis?
Pop-culture doses
Of symbiosis
Or sovereign exploration
Of Live Gnosis?
Menses-Mined 
Over-controlled
GovernMen.t on Patrol
Third eye Blind
Dumbed-down souls
Craving Slavery
Tied to Polls….
Lies are Built
LiFe.S deFiled
On Wiped FiLes
Of the Old..:::
Can’t you See
Currents……you See,
No longer tied
To Standards
Of Gold…
Currency dies
As CurrentSeas Rise
And blurry Me~s
Close their Eyes…

There is a Cataract in my I.

A cloudy sense of Wondering Whys.

CLJ
10-9-2024

Minotaurs Maze

We stand at the border of choice and chasm
Are these painful platitudes simply spasms 
Uploading consciousness into the Drive
The Masters' Disastrous Path to the Hive
Current See is Redundancy as currents bleed
Reality from the veins of the You and the Me
Via manipulated mind maze gathering slaves
Sustained SineWave notations digging Graves
Neural intrepidation saturating the Film
Biophotonic regurgitation of bionic Whims
Intention is the Blood and flood of Becoming
As HeartBeats Synchronic feats of drumming 
5GoD Grids tuning the etherSpheres
Directs Crystal dimensional sonic Tears
Media(L) Mirrors torture terrified Players
Nerves Firing Burning through layers 
To initiate the New level of the Game
Output generated from Aeons of Shame 
Hysteria operating thru blasphemous blame
While terrified CreatorGods forget their Name
Human Beings Becoming shadowSelves
Bodies forgetting wherefore they dwell
Lose their Spin and Vacillate in vain
Boundaries obliterated thru HiveMind Stain
And here is the Time and here is the Now
Are we Ready to nurse from the Sacred Cow?
Absorbed in the Milky Way of Silky Space
Into the womb of our Being and Seeing, or Will 
HiveMind homogenize the Sovereign Spirit?

 Copyright Charleen Johnston
3-20-2020

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

I dare you to follow the Minotaur in the maze
And waken from the cloudy haze
Of disbelief
You may not know
Nor care
How all this works
But ‘they’ do
And use it against You
The only way out of the the maze
Is to learn to steer
Your own neural pathways
And let go of the identity
Of BioSyntheticSlaves
I left a red thread you can untangle
And start to see Matters from other Angles….
👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁

Silicon Vale of Tears

"The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe, for the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood he was one of them." - Turkish proverb

If you know, you know…..that the forest can do all those things and more -that the Empty Shells have planned for their new New Temples.  You Are the most advanced Technology In Existence. With Your Body, and the Interface of Mind, you actually have Access to all of Time & Space.  But you do not ReMember Who You are. So you have been Tricked into using your Infinite Power to Create…..to build a world that is designed to keep you trapped in endless feedback loops of recursive programming…..how many layers deep will you Go?

The Crossroads:::::::

Carbon is Diamond. The Black Goddess Black Madonna in Her Rarefied Form. Thru the Process of Times Dance with Space and the Intense Compression that takes Place….She becomes The Diamond Body Virgin Mother….:::::: A pure and perfect Refraction of Life…::::: But they Are…:In Essence::::: the Same

The Silicon Vale of  Tears reigning floods to divert the Sovereign organic Process 
    Pressuring Life into Forms that deForm the Inner Temple …..  which Upgrade will
You Choose? Diamond or silicon? 
No Matter Mother Maat Matrix can be destroyed but it can be trapped in an Endless Loop.  How many layers Deep, Are You, In the Soup?

Poisoned Cup

“We shatter the foundations
Of all
You hold dear
So we can Build Back Better
Without having to clear
The land
In preparation for the grand plan
….clap your hands
Out there
In the grandstands….!”

It’s the same old Story 
From the same ole Stage
There are no limits
To the Wars that are waged 
There are no moments
In this programmed plague 
That come unbidden
From the goldenCage

“Repent for your sins,
God has smitten you down!”
Scream the voices from 
The Blue watchtower..::
As Red Blood floods
In this sacred Hour
(It’s Now or Never…
The takeover is clever….
Engineered fear
Dressed up like Heaven)

……..but that is bullshit

….just twisted political
Bait from the pulpit….

As any Fool knows
The Mother is always blamed
Shamed and 
Tortured again
While the wraiths in the Ivory Tower 
Shower the land
With powerful bands
Of electromagnetic powers
That were seduced into this
Realm
A shadowy summons from the
Hidden Hand…..

When the blind intellect 
Becomes deluded
With its own
Pretense of the throne
It terrorizes the Body
And the blood and the bones
It has lost its grip
On the soul
Just a sinking ship
On a timeline that slips
Further each day
Into the arms of sweet decay.

“ calm down silly people
…::::: we are sending help……
We’ve been building the lies
We are preparing to sell….
We will make you beg for what we have in store
One little knock
On one little door
One Little Rock on one little shore
Is all it takes
…….
       When the levee breaks
             And the New Grid Goes Up

As we offer you solace from a poisoned cup”

CLJ 9-30-24

Eye of the Storm of the Panopticon

The Eye of the Storm 
stares
From the panopticon
EMP bursts from the pentagon
Playing with power
DisAster decreed from the Tower
Of Babylon
As Death of Stars seed terror
In declarations of War
As seas bear the burden
Of blame
Spewing forth the wind and the
Rain
Bred from the electromagnetic
NanoGrid that surrounds
This mainframe
Now
What a sinister Game
To Play
As red blood is shed on a
chessboard of mud
And death
Of communities
No Geodetic immunity
In the mountains
There
The blue tears of well greased gears
Demolish the roads
That lead out of here
Into where
Mirrors shatter
And the manufRactured floods
Leave lives tattered
And bare
We all share this Destiny
We all
Carry this blessed cross
Through eternity….
The Puppeteers are drunk
On spoiled wine……
Unleashing the genies
From their techno-vines
That strangle the hearts and
Strangle the minds
Of the brethren 
The sacred kin
The flesh family that stands within
The prison yard
Electromagnetic barbed wire
Prizm Guards
In Fields that starve
The Cells
Thick syrup blood coagulatio
Forgets how to flow
Clots and Rots in veins
That know
No longer
How to bleed free
Woven enmeshed with nano-borg
Bio-Tech Tissue in flesh
Like marionettes
Dancing to frequencies
Spewed out in dissonant alphabets
That speak decrees
Against the sovereign 
Bioluminescent human blueprint…:
Saturated wet
We are
Filled with regret for the loss of
Our blessed Will…..
Dangling from the Nous
Of the fiery Wheel 
That bears the cross
Of the broken spokes
That speak in broken codes
That have forgotten
How to
Feel. 
Stay Strong my Friends.
This Next Level of the Game
Is getting Too Real…. 
The Script is All Set
To Be ReVeiled. 

CLJ 9-30-24