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.
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…
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…. 👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁
"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?
“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
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.
GeoEngineered Nanospheric Tears That flood And break blood with the brethren It’s a fantastic mask of the Weathered Lens A drastic attack on all sense As the minds Of men Totter on the fence ‘It all depends on where you begin” To See The Eye of the Storm opens Wide At Sea The Shutter flutters at warp speed To ravage the masses… Its a haunting hell that smells of deception Taunting the dwellers In the realm of perception Where landslides tear the minds In two Rip the fabric of Time as the Rivers Rise Steered by the gears And fed by the tears and bleeding hearts Within this atmosphere Of false gods and false starts…. ‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear The falconer The center cannot hold Things fall apart’ Right on Time and Left In Space The BodyPolitik.All Race Speeds through Like floodwaters unleashed By occult forces of unTruth And abuse ….the slippery noose that tightens Upon the neck of youth And age As modern day slaves break loose And spill their rage Upon the blank page of cyberNous. It’s what happens You know When the blind intellect thinks it reigns Supreme Demiurgic surges from rains Seeded at sea In Frequencies that feel real But fail to bleed With the bodies needs Cut off from the heart of the human Creed Grasping for the apple with a rotten Core One byte away from an open Door In-Between This World and This Dream As the floodwaters recede And set in place The next stage managed scenes As the Raven quoth ‘Nevermore’.
(Disembodied Terror/ Magical Happenings and Self As Antidote- Consuming the Snake)
Dreamtime Feb 28, 2009
I am asleep and can hear B outside in conflict with a big mob of young people who are drinking and making noise and being destructive. I get up and look out the window, and eventually go downstairs. They have been fighting and hassling. I open the back door and say ‘Thats it’ really angry, and I throw and stone into their crowd in the street and it hits someone, but they see me close the door and then know who it is that has thrown it. I run upstairs, suddenly afraid of what they will do. B has gone somewhere and I am alone in the house with Oisin and I feel insecure and unsafe. I see someone climbing on the wall to get into the house. I look out the window and then someone throws something in ….they are targeting the house and me now. The next thing I know I am in the bed sleeping next to Oisin, and I feel a presence….unseen….and I am terrified. It is sucking me down the bed toward an invisible hole or something. I can feel the energy and palpable terror as I try to fight the pull. I am afraid for Oisin too. It seems to suck me to the door/wall and I know I am powerless in relation to this immense energy, whatever/whoever it is. At some point I am telling B about the dream of the kids and the terror, as if I have woken up. Then I am in a car with a man who I have met and feel in sync with …he is older and somewhat familiar. He seems to belong to some group that I have befriended. B and I are at odds and he has pretty much dissed everything I tell him matters to me. I feel so angry and I want to get away, so I go with the man. There is something about a girl, familiar either in Waking Life or in Dream, and we both somehow come to realize with are on the same ‘Mission’. The man and I are supposed to eat dinner with her and her parents but something happens and we are really late. When we turn up, with Oisin, Oisin is really wired and running around and I feel self-conscious and that I am offending her parents because they seem quite ‘proper’. He walks right off a table at one point while I half-catch him before he hits the floor in such a ways that it makes it look like no big deal. The girl and I are in in her room then, but we leave to meet the man at a pub or somewhere. We sit down at a table with some people There is a blonde girl who arouses my rage and I punch her and get into a spat. We are waiting for the owners of the place to leave with us. Then I am with the girl again, in her room, and there is an assortment of objects on a table. We are trying to do something shamanistic, and I turn into a Bat and she is something else. It has to do with the objects on the table. I fly out, in a bat-like manner, conscious of the quick flapping motion of my wings. It is hard to remain in flight however. We feel compelled to figure out or do something that has spiritual/ magical undertones and involves the girls parents too. There is a scene where I am hanging from a ledge in water or some other substance and asking for help up…saying “please help me!”. There is one scene where I am with Oisin and we are walking and I see a timber rattlesnake…a small fat one …and I run over to protect him. I end up grabbing it and have it in my hands. I feel I must consume it for some reason. As I am holding it I bite down on its belly and it lets out a loud squeal, then I crush its head in my fingers and take a bite out of it. It has a magical feel to it. There is another rattlesnake that seems to jump and bite Oisin in the face but we dont pay any attention … It is as if I consumed the snake in order to use it as an Antidote to any potential harm it could bring to Oisin. I end up describing the experiences to the girls parents. They are amazed.
It’s all by design Mmmmmkkkkk? Ultra decay In the blue light cascade..,, It’s Dope Yo, I Mean No way to play the game Without knowing What’s glowing Inside your brain..:: Roll up the sleeve They say Rape the vein As the stains reign Supreme Stare at the screen As the blue light screams In vain
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