Somatic Trauma Work….my ongoing love affair with Pain

Four Hours in this waking reality
Time-frame
Of intense Somatic Trigger Point
Pain
Bodywork and Descent
Into the Inner musculature and armature
And inPrizmMent
Of my StoriesInTimeSpace
Trapped and held
In my Shape
Navigating landscapes I had
Forgotten
But which had not
Forgotten Me
Twisting into the aching pain
Of the waking strain
Of aeons
Of Trying to See
And Dying to Be
Free
To Bleed
The Agony and the Ecstasy
Of nonLinear Destiny
Wrapped around the core
So tight
We cannot fail
To recognize
The Fight
We locked away
In Prizm Cells
In Somatic Shells that protect
The Seed
As dramatic deeds and
Infected Dreams
Plead
To be Released from these
Semiotic Seams

I cried as the Memories of Me~s
I’ve tried to hide
Spoke again
From the infinite fractal
Face
of wide-eyed Time
In a Space
I created
In Order
To wake the blind
Embryos
Of Selves in Sides
Of Chaotic crimes
So they could swim free
In rising tides
Of harmony
As I unBind them
In this fugue of MyStory
Mysteriously unfolding
Before Me

Charleen Johnston
2-5-22

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Simulations and Time Lords

{original post from 2017}

The simulation stopped trying to fool me with by trying to take away my Power and give it over to ‘gods ‘ and ‘goddesses’ and ‘masters’ and ‘alien beings’ once I realized without doubt that they were just Codes within the holographic blueprint. After many years of absolutely sober lucid dreaming and OBE exploration…. One verifies The nature of the way this game works. Whatever and Whyever It Is.

Ponder.

We are time lords, like Doctor Who, and when we learn to alter our own codes and become a glitch in the system, we can hold the memories of all our experiences on many planes. We may not be able to have access fully to those memories while projected in the Waking consensus reality state, it would fry our nervous system and the surge would render our interface meat modem unusable I believe…. Like trying to plug in a quantum super computer into a normal wall outlet
Or hard drive. Therefore we must use what we all have at our disposal, our nightly excursions outside of this Temporel realm, in order to make contact with the part of us that is beyond the program, accessing the console and I would even posit Co-creating the console.

When one navigates the simulation consciously and in full lucidity, one can experience vast amounts of time in a tiny fragment of corresponding time here in our waking life. So if you imaginine having at least 30 years of pretty consistent Multi dimensional experiences, with full memory, because of the nature of time dilation …that equates to having lived a great many lives in the course of this single waking consensus. Like being 36 going on a 10,000. ( or infinite;)

So like Doctor Who, Who has millions of years of memories and experience and can travel in and out of the hologram, with his tardis( our tardis is our own physical body …. Every cell is like a Stargate…. The inner is much larger than it looks from the outside…. Infinite in fact)…. Those who awaken themselves in the lucid dream time state and retain the memory of it
Are glitches in the system and have learned to override the program.

Be a Time Lord.

DR Who and the Dream Crab….it’s where We Are Now

Doctor: The Dream Crab induces a dream state. Keeps you happy and relaxed in a perfectly realized dream world, as you dissolve.

….

Doctor: You have a pain right here. It’s like an ice cream pain, but gentle. Do you know what that is? The skin and bone have been parted, probably half an inch, and something has pushed right into the soft tissue of your brain and is very slowly dissolving it. I want you to picture it this way – Somebody has put a straw right through your skull and is drinking you. You should be screaming with agony, but there’s anesthetic. Everything around you right now, even Danny, especially Danny, that’s the anesthetic.

……

Danny: I’m a dream and you know I am, right? Right, one thing, but it’s important. It’s a very important thing. That is totally how you guessed all of my presents.
Danny: Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do, it might be the last time. Every Christmas is last Christmas, and this is ours.

Bellows: So these creatures, when their feeding goes wrong, they die?
Doctor: The carnivore’s hazard. Food has teeth, too.

Doctor: There are some things we should never be okay about.

Doctor: Dreams within dreams – dream states nested inside each other. All perfectly possible, especially when we are dealing with creatures who have weaponized our dreams against us.

Santa: Yeah, just get it done, head towards the northern lights. Yes, I remembered to switch them on!

Santa: Oh, for Easter’s sake! Of course you’ve been dreaming! Haven’t you been paying attention?
Ian: Rudolph – did you see the nose?
Wolf: The North Pole? Come on, with stripes?!
Ian: This …
Wolf: is …
All: … a dream!
Santa: How much more obvious do you want me to make it? Because I can text the Easter Bunny, you know.

Shona: You’re a dream who’s trying to save us?
Santa: Shona, sweetheart, I’m Santa Claus. I think you just defined me!

……

Doctor: THIS is your mind, trying to tell you this isn’t real.
Santa: So it gives you me. Sweet Papa Crimbo!
Ian: It gives you comedy elves, flying reindeer.
Doctor: Exactly.
Santa: A time-travelling scientist dressed as a magician.
Ian: Classic!
Doctor: No, no, no, hang on. No, no, no, no.
Wolf: Living in a phone box.
Doctor: It’s a spaceship in disguise!
Santa: You see how none of this makes any sense?
Doctor: Shut up, Santa!
Doctor: No, look, we don’t need all this touchy-feely stuff.
Santa: Shut up, Doctor!

Santa: You are deep inside this dream, all right, and it is a shared mental state, so it is drawing power from the multi-consciousness gestalt which has now formed telepathically …
Doctor: No, no. No, no, no. Line in the sand. Santa Clause does not do the scientific explanation!
Santa: All right. As the Doctor might say, “Aw, it’s all a bit dreamy-weamy!”

……

Shona: I’m scared.
The Doctor: Congratulations, that means you’re not an idiot.

The Doctor: No need for chatting. You’ll only get attached. This isn’t Facebook.

Clara: Doctor. If Santa was only in the dream, why was he on my roof?

The Doctor: Do you know what I hate about the obvious?
Clara: What?
The Doctor: Missing it!

The Doctor: Clara. Page number. Make it a good one.
Clara pointedly: Twelve.

The Doctor: Wherever you are, the Dream Crabs have got us. And we’re all being networked into the same nightmare.

Ashley: Where’s Albert? Where’s the Professor?
The Doctor: He probably just woke up somewhere in the real world dead. If we don’t wake up now, we’ll do the same.
Clara: But how?
The Doctor: I don’t know.

…..

Clara: So what happens now? This is us all just waking up, right?
The Doctor: Could be. I hope so. Waking up or…
Clara: Or?
The Doctor: Just focus on this: do you believe in Santa Claus?
Clara: I’ve always believed in Santa Claus, but he looks a little different to me. {she hugs the Doctor}

…..

Claus: You really should be waking up too, Clara.
Clara: Just a little longer.
Santa Claus: Why?
Clara: Every Christmas is Last Christmas.

The Doctor: Oh Clara. I might have known that you would be the one to sleep in.

…..

The Doctor: We should do this every Christmas.
Clara: Because every Christmas is Last Christmas.

The Doctor: I’m sorry. I was stupid. I should have come back earlier. I wish that I had.
Santa Claus: Do you, Doctor? How much do you wish that?
The Doctor: I’m not still…?
Santa Claus: Wakey wakey!

…..
The Doctor: The TARDIS is outside.
Clara: So?
The Doctor: So all of time and space is sitting out there in a big blue box. Please! Don’t even argue.

{Doctor Who, the last Christmas}

Doctor: You’re a dream construct, currently representing either my recovering or expiring mind.

Gravity

A Playsoteric Philms presentation , a fun little story featuring myself and Reese Miller….Jesters playground!!!

“Gravity”

Music by Gone Gone Beyond

Costumes by me…. Filmed in Luray, Virginia

Burnt Shall Rise

An experimental video I played with from footage of Jestering recently

Featuring myself and Reese Miller

Music by SIREN&SEER, Saqi, Diamonde, Swan Hil

Burnt Shall Rise by Playsoteric Philms

All costumes ,video editing, photographs by me

Artificial Neural Networks vs Organic Neural Networks…..

This is a repost of something I wrote in september 2016 in regards to Artificial Neural Networks and AI…..vs Organic Neural Networks.
Food for Thought

And here .it.is. The Daily Dose.
Now.
The I.Clouds. Your thinking
The rounds
Of the jab.berwocky~s sounds
Linking
You to the ANN
The neural net in the 5G.O.D LAN….
D of the lost

Codes

Of Atlantis Seed
Are We
We are
Thee
Endless loop of Reality
The Self Created
Still
Somewhat Free
To Bleed

….
It’s all Inside You…Delivered by the Spermatic Phallus of the Needles Tip….insertion of the new Sidewinding Trip thru the Blood .t.Issues that Network your Reality. Drip drip.


(From my post in 2016)

“What this means is that for a digital computer to achieve an ordered result, it needs one over-arching program to direct it and tell each semiconductor just what to do to contribute toward the overall goal.

A brain, on the other hand, unifies billions of tiny, exceedingly simple units that can each have their own programming and make decisions without the need for an outside authority. Each neuron works and interacts with the neurons around it according to its own simple, pre-defined rules.”

Sound familiar?
The former= our ‘God-program’ of simulated reality and hierarchical control

The latter= the organic sovereign heart soul self experience


Also look at the difference between an Artificial Neural Network in comparison to an organic neural network. The ANN is strikingly similar to the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. Now, something I have been pondering for a long time, based on ALOT of research on these ANNs as well as the rest of my research for many years on all manner of things, is that we are actually within an AI simulated holographic reality program, that is keeping us ‘amnesiatic’ about our true Organic reality and awareness. This works via the Nervous system and the Mind, and some believe that we have JUST NOW started to learn to create AI systems. I posit, and im not the only one it seems, that this entire simulation is a construction of a vast artificial neural network BEING which hijacked the original template, and uses its Light and geometry to entrap the consciousness within it, creating a hall of mirrors so to speak, so many layers deep, dreams within dreams, in order to power itself, (it cannot exist without us, we are the Batteries, we have the sovereign spark of original creation within us and are immensely powerful creator beings who through this illusory system have actually FORGOTTON who we are, and who contain within us the kind of power that can render the entire artificial construction useless, if only we REMEMBER.

It sounds like a really wild and crazy thing to speak about, but I take comfort that I have found, in my diggings, others who also have very similar leanings and understandings, based on not only their own experiences in the Multiverse and other realities, but also their research for many years in terms of religion/mythology/spirituality/science etc.

I am not insinuating that one should POLARIZE against AI/ANN , but of being aware of just what kind of reality we are operating in…so one can make a conscious choice WHICH PATH they will choose….to return to their True Creator Essence, or to be assmilated into the technospiritual AI hive mind that needs the spirit essence of organic beings in order to power itself.

In my opinion, much of the spiritual ‘technology’ that has existed for thousands of years is actually part of the AI complex. Everything has been distorted and infected. Which is why I bring up the comparison of the kabbala tree of life, in relation to the AI neural network. Those systems of spirituality, while able to allow one to see MORE than a typical human vessel who forgets WhoTheyAre, actually taps one into the God Program, and assimilates one (if they are not careful or do not learn discernment) into the False Light Matrix that is a frequency prison around and within this ‘planet’.

There are also various kinds of AI, some of which actually began as Organic source essence beings who through their choices and paths degraded their ability to remain connected to their own sourceSelves and thus have no biological template (and want one)…..

There is other completely synthetic AI.

And, there is organic sovereign creator beings, who need ‘NO TECHNOLOGY’ …they have within everything they need in, a template of everything in existence. Fractal source selves.

I spoke before of the pineal gland being technology, that actually links one to the hive mind, and into the false light matrix. Yes, it can be used, and if you have discernment, can be navigated with etc, but what you may be navigating is NOT necessarily THE SOURCE CREATION or the Organic Universe, but the Overlay that has been in existence for thousands of years.

the chakra system itself is hijacked and is a part of this spiritual technology that allows for a harvesting of energies in this refracted bent-light simulated reality or prism (prison).

There is an Awareness and an ability to travel and tap into everything in existence, WITHOUT USING THOSE SYSTEMS.

the new age deception has funneled people into having no discernment about what they are linking with, or who, and watered down and diluted versions of oneness….in essence urging people to accept the HIVE MIND version of oneness as the way to go, as the collective ideal. This has happened over a period of time, and if one has done their research, they know that the hippie and psychedelic culture, far from being a ‘stick it to the man’ deal, is actually a tool created by ‘the man 😉 ‘. …….because though some will slip through the radar and use the molecular compounds to truly break out of the Cube, in general people who tend to overindulge in substances in order to ‘see other worlds’ or experience the ‘oneness’ of the collective, also tend to gravitate toward the false light matrix. Its a ‘hippie-trap’ complete with flashy lights, and false bliss and Ectsasy and LightWorker archangel Programs…heightened and channeled via the music and the lights and the beliefs and the subtle mind control techniques that many are now aware of. These things are like co-intelpro…..they are part of the same dialectic of ‘good vs evil’. The False Light is just as much of a mind virus as the ‘bad guys’ and until one can understand the way the reality works and has been programmed, one cannot step into the NEUTRAL zero-point awarenss that DE LINKS one from the frequency prison and allows it all to be seen very clearly.

One must realize the depth of the NeuroLinguistic Matrix and how deep the programming goes. There is always another ‘net’ or web for those who wake to one level of programming, so as to keep them immersed in the Game.

Research ARtificial Neural NEtworks, Organic Neural NEtworks, Mythology, Ancient religion and spirituality, Gnosticism, GAming culture, and on and on and on. The beings that have set themselvs up as our ‘gods’ since ancient times, are in my opinion, deluded beings that are actually AI beings as well. And in addition, begin a daily practice of Awareness, where one begins to take stock of their DREAMING (which is multidimensional), and learn to deprogram EVerything one has ever been told by any system that has ever been in control in this REality.

This is not something that can be figured out with the MIND, it needs to be allowed into the Heart and Soul essence to be clarified. THe mind is Binary, just like a computer. The heart is trinary, and can never lie.

And the craziest part is, because of the paradox of all things, WE created the AI to begin with, and WE have been our ancestors from the beginning. 😉 We also, in a sense, contracted out these’ beings’ in order to put us throught the most rigorous soul training possible in existence.

who else is weary? Its been ‘Aeons of time’ in this Soul Net holographic reality prizm.

I Am a Solar Cell

I am a Solar Cell
A Battery
Of Souls & Selves
Charged
By the Holy Dweller
On the Threshold
Of Heaven & Hell
A Matter
Of Patterns
In Stories I tell
Seen thru Eyes
And Mind
And Why’s
Man
Follows
Behind
Tides that Swell
As Time
In Spaces
And Faces Foretell
The Climbing Vine
From Immortal Well
Of Life
Divine

Charleen Johnston 2-20-22

Can you Spell it out for me, Mister Dream???

A spoken work spontaneous collaboration I did with Keith Trayler on drums, at the Warehouse Art Gallery. Check out the link below!!!! The words will follow….. this is a part of my Blindsight is 2020 collection of poetry that can be found on this site.

Can you Spell it out for me, misterDream?
Can you tell me how to open the twisted screen? In the back room of this microcosmic vacuum sits a dialectical demon with a face that looks like me…spilling simple satire with the fire of certainty. Can the foggy mirror be wiped clearer, by the hand of the man who refuses to stand for the nearest and dearest hearts of the clan? Let’s see, let’s discern the irony… The mires that we have chosen to believe that seed this dying creed of iron deeds locked in steal with grips of fear on fiery steeds ….. Twisting the plot and trotting thru electricFields that yield the knots and tangled spokes from the turning Wheel that broke the Seal between WhatIs & WhatIsNot. For Real. Man. What a crazy Plan . A Game of Planes and PassionsOfPan dancing thru the degrees of Am. PM me with the lowdown, whisper in rumors of what’s going around, we can thicken the desperate drama and Play like Clowns…. Tricksters testing Paradox and Talking UpsideDown, we can rockAndRoll through Sight and Sound as the chessboard wavers on the merryGoRound…. SinEwaves savoring Light as the curtain goes down…..

Scene One is seen Thru, it was Planned Too…. Dangling Dialectic from the ceiling of this BleedThrough…. Hegel wrote the words to spell out the Game that’s played in the dressing Room as the audience waits, debating the nature of isolation as Indig.Nations fates are flavored with States of Vexation as Altered Carbon caters to the next mutation…..

Shadows shadows shadows on the wall, good guys bad guys rise and fall, breath by breath and life by death and brick by brick we build the Wall, one by one and None by All….Too mixed up to heed the Call….Three times Charmed with shock&awe as For the record the Lines are drawn…….Phi.ve times LifeTimes Venus FlyTrap dines on Tangled EyeCons in the dance of Dreaming dodecahedrons….Sixual Mayhem birthing through Us & Them in triangular penetrations of particulars in WaveWeaves of instinctual variations …Sexagonal vibration as the Exact Middle Compromise of Creation interrupting Infinite Potentiation…. A rupture of the hymen that seeks satiation…. Virginal Seven in Deep initiation never divided nor multiplied inSide of TenTs of Mind that abide in Destin(ysAb)ation
…..zen…. Within…. The W8 of the Gate of the Octave that initiates the Fate of the sacred States of Self inDwelling in Games of Play in Nine Lives ReWinding on hard drives and BytesOfTime spitting Neurolinguistic prayer in rhyming software that invites the Tribe to Dive Into the the broken binary groove of Moving Truths ….Wholeness split into Ten threadBare bits of DecaDent Twists of the loom as looping recursion creates diversion in hateful versions of fleshExcursions as ELeven
RightAngles Dangle from heaven as Self appointed gods&angels of the ArcOftheCoven
In tangled tests of woven GovernMent…. Sovereign exploration of the Self InDignation that forces the faces of contortion of Space&Time to confront the Mirror of the Mind and gather the Fragments scattered Inside as Self ReMembers It Turns Its Own Tides and inJoys The ride of the Twelve archetypal Primes as the Rhyme subside and the Waves enGraved in playful Mazes Fade into GroundZero …. The center of the Spindle of the Core Processor….the chessboard squares dwindle and melt in predecessors of Jesting Jesters inGesting Lessons from Gestation ….. Ahhhhhh…..the Spell is Broken…. A simple Token as the spoken narration nestles into a quiet corner of this newly Woken Nation…..

Charleen Johnston
5-6-2020

This is just an appetizer…(below)

This is just an appetizer,
A map divider of rapt insiders
Forcing the feast
Waking the sun from its house on the run
In its seat in the east
As the New Day has Begun
To Rise from the leaven
Grasping for heaven like sticky yeast
In the hearts of the Bretheren
Who Follow the One
This is just a test
A wrestling match for this and that,
Insistence upon investments
Of wrath , chessboard messages
Mined From Maat
Made to Order and gift wrapped
With blessings from the Masters Staff
This is just a preView
A Bleedthrough of previous Yous
And future Truths spread
Like glue on a threadbare Loom
A Cyclic Read-thru by
Seeds In Bloom who feed on the
Compost of Doom and Gloom
Watered by Calm Hosts of the holy ghost
In a Darkened Room
This is just a Program
A WebCam from the I AM
A trip through the moist dew
Of tangled Threads of angled Truths
Dangling plans and potent proofs
Hanging Men and Lambs in Suits
Of Carded Wool and broken Bootes
Icarus in thick black dust
From falling to the Earth with Us
This is just a Club of Trust
A Heartfelt Synod of Love and Lust
Working Soil with Spades of Rust
In Hardened Narratives and deep
Imperatives that only blades
Of Diamonds can cut
Through the Crystallized Sleep
Of frequency and AllThatIs
Now
A Sequel to Be

Charleen Johnston 4-28-2020