it’s called a news FEED for a reason, You are being force fed a juicy stew Of engineered ‘news’ and brewed unTruths Because the newcAge zoo runs on Loosh
But I don’t Eat From the hand that serves Genetically Modified Urges And emotional purges
I just chuckle An 8 second scroll unrolls Image after image Meant to unFold Inside the neural nest
Keep eating. Yum yum. At this Point in the Game Every single thing you react to Was baked in an artificial maze To Daze your neural pathways.
The script Is ripping your fiLes Compressed aggression Pretending to Lifes Sudden Happenings.
“Son, it’s just like being force-fed Alphabet Soup…. The cute little letters hide the poison for ingestation…making the toxins more palatable so fresh suggestible minds will consume without discernment.
ABC CIA FBI WHO DHS DOE FEMA EPA VA HUD DOJ CDC NBC FOX……foxy little tricksters hiding in sticky linguistic ballistics….
You see, these fake organizations proliferate the very thing they claim to assuage……but the people have been gorging on the feast for so long, they will defend them with their very life. It’s called Stockholm syndrome. We now live in a time in which almost every single person alive had been thru the Collective MK Iktra Mind Control Ptogram and we can now see the results of the intense campaign to own the inner real estate of the Consciousness of every human being….”
Cue the Disney Music…………….. as the projector screen begins to light up
The strangest thing is, how quickly one part of the herd attempts to silence another part of the herd, as soon as that part of the herd attempts to understand something from another perspective.
It's knee-jerk.... It's almost malicious, almost like a dopamine kick ....
The moment a person questions 'what they are told' ... ( regardless of their exact question or their current standpoint)... This flock of vehement vultures descend to rip the tatters of flesh from the face of the Issue At Hand.... Demanding the Insolent Questioner to crawl back into the warm comfort of their ConsciousnessControlledCave.... So the Virulent InterNet InQuisition can ImPart the imPosition of the Accepted Ideas and Ideologies and keep the Chaos of Confusion Safe in its Cozy Little Cage, where Curiosity has been Castrated and Laid to Rest.
Actually it's not so strange, the Range of most Herds is preArranged by the Gates and the Shepherds that Lie in Wait....
The Irony that so many get terribly Defensive when they are called the Herd, in relation to Words that Infer a Reality at Variance from what is Preferred by their Neurological DisPosition..... And yet their Insistence that 'Herd Immunity' is a Resistance against disEase , justifying Injection of Conjecture that threaten the Whole Structure..... in that case the Self Implied Herd TagLine can be used without assumed Abuse of their Intelligence.
It's a strange Paradox this Game we are Playing, the only Dragon worth slaying is the one who guards the Gates to the Way In, to the Way to open the I's and Thines and Mysteries of Time. The Polarized Embrace of the Mystic and Mime encases the great Race through this MindField, the maze of days that chaos craves, the fertile ground above the Graves that give rise to Forms of Future Players and slaves to systems and games of hide and Seek with Hands and Feet Tied to cycles that build to climb their way out, by going inside......
It's strange..... Indeed.... The herd. Grazing and awaiting.... kept in check.Mating. Dismayed by Waves in the Field, that make blank the Yield of perceptions of Real Living, while the Wild Raw Primal Claws of the Untamed Soul watches beyond the forest knoll, never safe from the Perils of Life, but Alive in the Senses and unpenned in the Fences of the farmers safe spaces....
The Wilderness of Wonder can only survive inside the hide and skin of the kin of the wide open skies, and the unfettered forests of an Uncaptured Mind.
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.
⭐️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⌛️⚖
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… Dripping wet with Punishment (salty brine from GovernMent …) …..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime As the dangling Fish Hang from the line Tipping the Scales And working OverTime
You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames That take place on the MainStage Inside Your Mind..:::.. 4B Programmed Seeds Electromantically engaged In 5G Cages that no longer Bleed HemoHobGoblin Global Mockery With Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… ….Tied up in knots with lots Of fishing twine Broken Sines … Gushing Waves MK ultra for modern day Slaves Superficially Chaste… Damming the Flow While Damning the Beast (It’s All Just for Show…. Magdalene Knows (the Rose The Rose The Rose Is the True Path You Seek…)
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?
Researchers have finally come up with a viable new vaccine called PAL……’Protection Against Life’. Apparently, by being exposed to the ever changing and unpredictable states of being termed, generally, Life, we are ALL at an increased risk of DEATH! In fact, 10 out of 10 people are suspected to have the dis-ease called ‘non-homeostasis’ and which seems to be apparent from the moment of birth…..actually, to be scientifically correct, it is evident even BEFORE birth. This new PAL vaccine will inhibit the ability of the body and mind, and what some term the ‘soul energy’ to remain open to and adapt to the ‘ever in flux’ environmental and physical tensions that are an inherent part of this Reality Tunnel…..thus, shielding the Human Organism from having to face or use Consciousness in a creative way in order to maneuvre in this amorphous and ambiguous Field of Experience called, nostalgically, Life. Interestingly enough, the use of this vaccination deems the host organism totally manageable and predictable, and homogenized…..and hence more easily controlled and used for any purpose that the researchers deem important or relevant .
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