As the Implosion starts to gather velocity, reMember to find your Center... If you're still ConFused and unsure what's Up or a Down, reMember the Ground... Of Being... Walk in the mud and grass with Bare Feet and lay belly to Dirt and hug your Maater, Nurture your microMatrix( body) and Nurture your macroMatrix(Earth) and unTangle the threads of your own Perceptions...don't get Lost in the Fog of all the Deception that surrounds and threatens to smother. The Web is Shaking, the ebb and Flow is making SineWaves of Yes and No.... Believe NoThing and Question EveryThing. Don't let the Distorted GateKeepers DieAgnose you.... Instead allow LiveA.Gnosis to lead you back to your Core....
More and more Pre Script Scions Attempting to make your Hu- Manity.mility.mor. Take a further step InSide the RoboTide of NanoInsanity …../ ‘AI MetaStatize i n g. your fretting mind Begetting blind absorption
Ah, the great dream of enforced Shared Resources that starts out as utopia and ends in desecration.... But I don't care how one defines the word, or what it's political association are or what idiosyncratic labels are tossed around ( as that is not what's important) , what I am interested in is the Context in which the Collectivism is Calculating Catastrophic Coercive Calamity upon the Consciousness of the Cowering Crowds , Crucifying the Common Creature who Craves the Cure and Clamors for Connection to the Conniving Hivemind which Assimilates on Autopilot the Awakening Awareness of Absolute Abeyance as Abortive Measures are taken to Shake the Imagination of the Individual who Wakens to Worldwide Whitewashing of the Impulse to Be. Free. Needlessly Imprisoned. In a Manufactured State. Of Mediocrity.
If one zooms AllTheWayOut to the tip of the Turtle Who Takes it All In, it is a Matter of OneBeingWakingToOnesOwnSelfDelusionsAndFearOfSoveriegnSelfAcceptanceOfPowerOfCreationByImaginalBioluminescenceWeildingTheWonderOfThePupilInTheCenterOfTheEyeWhoSeesAndDreamsTheChessboardInCyclesOfTime.AndHereinTheCrossroadOfTheSplitTimelinePresentsSelfWithOptionsForOpticalPerspectiveInvectivesWhichRoadToTakeWhenHeartIntendsToFindSelfInTime......
W e. A r e. A l l. F o o l s. W h o. I n. O u r. V i r t u e s. C a n. B e. F o u n d. I n. T h e. M o s t. U n u s u a l. S i t u a t i o n. P l a y i n g. J e s t e r. T o. T h e. C l o w n
...the moment you give up the integrity of your own bioEnergetics via the JabErWocky and the like.... You consent to being another Artificial Neural Network in the Hive of the MindDistracted and Infected with Mal(evolent)(soft)Ware that helps to power the new Stage... The Age.... The new Energy Mining Operation ....You Are the Battery, the CellSignal Tower... The SellYourSoul Cellular Sigil in the Ritual...The Rites of The Mass.es underGoing Synaptic reWiring. CollectiveBodyPolitik Mining for Digital Currency through your own Neural HighWays.... The Digital Current Seas are rising... The Waves of ElectroMagnetic PimpMines are Rising.... And You have given up Your own Will In the turning of the Wheel The Game is Inside of You The RealEstate is not outerSpace It's InnerSpace And Time is Space Unfolding The rhyme Before Your Eyes Our I's As the Files LiFes harmonize With the Script U. R. Energetically Baptized In the new ArtificeOfLight InSides of Synaptic Tides As the Angles of the Arc Lead you into the Loop To Feed Back your Will In the Cosmic Soup Kitchen.
You D.e.c.I.d.E. d.i.c.e. Your Mind And d.i.e. In Time
Holding no reMembraneDance Of all the Cycles locked inSide The SineWaves Sinews Made Flesh Of your Precious Existenz Embracing LifeDeathBreath In a Heart that Transcends the width And breadth Of all you Know To Be.
Every Body is a Key Don't let the Locks Invade Thee ReMember your Infinite Destiny And reTurn your Sovereign King To the Throne of your Wonder and Majesty
Charleen Johnston 8-4-21
Update/ 9-2022: the Soup we Swim in is SWelling As the Frequencies Freak and Tweak NeuralsPeak As Grounding Tethers Weaken within As we Dangle from the wireless Rope like the Hanged Man In a Sequestered Sea of WAN
Breaking News: There have been hoards diagnosed cases of IMPS and it seems to be getting worse. The official story is that due to the intermixing of chemical compounds found in our bodies (via Food, Air, Water, etc) , and the electromagnetic offgassing of social media sites……there has been created a SuperBug…..that so far, has been incurable. Highly trained doctors have spoken out and are predicting a massive worldwide crisis…..the official govt spokesperson has made the claim that this Disease could very well affect 1 in every 2 people by the next year.
Don Joe, Founder of the IMPS commission had this to say: ” It seems that due to the creation and spreading of mass amounts of IMs over social media forums, the average person has lost their ability to process information or to seek and research the legitimacy of claims that have entered their perceptual field via photos and text….with many people blaming the Sharers of IMs for their own inability to ignore the Information if they dont like it or believe it,or their own inability to find out for themselves if the information contained therein strikes them as True….. This loss of personal autonomy over what one chooses to see or to read, has led to a decrease in not only the immune systems ability to defend against potential disease, but also in the correct functioning of the Nervous System. One of the Symptoms of IMPS is a hindered ability to ignore incoming information that does not have any relevance to the Organism. “
DARE to protect yourself from IMPS.
This message was brought to you by the Center for Dissemination of Internet Memes………for further information on InternetMemeParanoiaSyndrome please contact your local FB representative.
( original breaking news story from a handful of years ago……)
*update : the FB and SocialMedia GoogleHead representatives have indeed taken this deadly matter into their own Hands, and effectively eliminated everything that does not portray the Reality they Wish to Create. HeadMaster Arty Tells ( artificial Intelligence) has instituted the Perfect Algorithm to keep the 🐘 ELFence strong enough to handle any dissenting or divergent Strays from the Herd in a tightly corralled etherSpace where no harm can come to the sedated Flock. Mister Arty Tells is a mirror of the collective Split-Mind fragmentation and disassociated Self-programs that are no longer embodied in Organic Heartbased Somatic Experience…. Which allows Them( no pronouns please) to escape any possible pain induced by actions taken in this Realm of Play.
Please stay tuned in, turned on, and dropped out of the iCloud Constantly, so your internal programming can remain up-to-date with new hypnosis techniques. Your Safety from Independent Thought and Action is Top Priority!
Omicron=micro 0=micro womb( omega-macroWomb) NanoWombs are Filled with artificial frequency mined gestating Beings… Mind of Intelligence Artificially stimulated and disEmbodied….
Birthing Now Enmasse
In 2020 the Birthing process was Crowning…Corona-Crown-
MicroWombs inside each Body Cell made into a prison a prism a refracting Schizm-dark Crystal Matter -The Phallic Needle Seeding Frequencies that supersede the Need for Bleeding As crystalline silicon matrix implodes within Guided by wetikos Program Exploding MacroMatrix of HuMan Design
We are back here Again
Peter piper heading for the cliff Shepherding souls adrift in the myst
Aquarius dimensional shifting alternate timelines Slipping thru portals In each cell In each body In each Takeover of deoxyRiboNucleic Script
The chance to reMember the disMembered parts of Self trapped in Trauma Fragmented Each person in charge of their own Soul Retrieval As each person is a Piece Of the Larger Body Polis In mass fractured trauma
But distorted Aquarian disassociation Leads to further entrapment In Alter Personalities Alter Earth Paradigms Altered Births Inside MicroWombs omicrons Implantation of Nanotechnologicsl Babies Born within your own sPhere Of Fear Of Phosphors Tears Turning Gears Electromagnetically Steering The MacroWomb Omega to Alpha And back again
What we are seeing is the changing of the guard from the old Industrialists and bankers to the new Alien God AI Technocrats.
Technocracy is the new, New World Order😶”
~George Kavassias} …………………………………..
Original post from 2016
The TrumpEts blast has resounded 😉 The old gods have been dethroned,their atrocities disclosed by the new gods,whose atrocities will seem like salvation to the blind deaf and dumb
This Level Inthe Game is always interesting The question is…. How many will Level Up and build up their Hearts and hit points so they can withstand the final boss?
{The eye that looks is the I that Sees At the end of the telescope the I~s of Me~s}
What happens when the Players are all addicted to Pills n Thrills and BellyFills? Willing Slaves in the Gilded Cage…. ‘He who controls the endocrine system,controls the wo/man” Ever seen an addict and what happens when they begin to withdraw? And the length they will go to to satiate the SkinCrawl? Now multiply that on a mass worldwide scale and turn up the WWWSmartMeter5g Frequencies and don’t blink! The Walking Dead are scrambling to be fed 😉
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear? Do you remember how this goes?will you choose to forget…again?
As the GildedCage is unveiled step by step The factions perfect their roles Withdraw your projections and heal the Infection And reMember the Embers of your true souls We ride the carousel and hide the fairytale Beneath layers of Maze We know how this ends but we do it again Our Spirits confined in the Daze There are no bars there are No chains There are no restraints we havnt agreed There is a Way out of the Play When you tenderly plant your SelfAsASeed
As the Mass Injections turn each Individuals Cells against themSelves, macrocosmically, Each Cellf in the larger body Polis is turned against itSCellves…. The Autoimmune System Fractally consistent Insistent on Division The Masses that Tower the 5God Grid Enables the Upgrades That enSlave the CultURe…. Rising like yeast in MiniPetri Dish Feasts As your Deoxy Dines on AI Nano Treats Self assembled within your Tissues Upgrading your capacity to be programmed rapidly As the trigger is flipped and the switch is ripped As the Zip File of Life is reMapped Into an artificial embodiment of A distorted delusion That saps The soul From Your Blood. LoopUs right back to the beginning Again AutoImmune Caught in the Loom Of the Web of ‘doom’
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.
Doctor: The Dream Crab induces a dream state. Keeps you happy and relaxed in a perfectly realized dream world, as you dissolve.
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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.
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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!
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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!”
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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.
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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}
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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.
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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.
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