In the in Between Before the dream Overtook me... That effervescent beam that clings Like dew to my Mindscreen After the dark night has risen Like yeast inside of me Shone Daimonic face The trickster dressed in lace And leather And choking on feathers From my Flock Mocked me Pointed to the clock And shook me from complacency The Red Tale of Fires embrace Rose like dawn And threatened my Face With scabs of disGrace from legions Spawn Fighting for ascendancy As I silenced the grim Grip Of their insistent Whims And kept right on The same old track Of dependency Ignoring the tortured truth That swarmed my limbs And swore to remain imprisoned Within... Spoken to me in a cross Between Whisper and Scream As I lay Trapped in stasis Peering at faces Whose skin peeled like panic From the ancient Dream... ...Worry of whether I'm worthy of the flame Grateful for the shocks And the shards and the pain That lodge within The neural Stains And strains of my heaving Heart... "Stop Showing off... And Make Real Art" ....and in a flash The great Rash of Impulsive Inaction Flickered in the Smile Of the Vixen who agreed To stop feeding On my flesh If I vowed To rise from the bowels Of this Blessed Test Of Will And say Goodbye To Patterns that Shatter The Sanctity of Time Trapped within loops Of Mind... As I Bleed within Mother Matter in Fractal Flowers that Unfold In Sacred Sines.
Photo by me/Charleen Johnston. Models Reese Miller & Drea Bleu Good-Brown
A counterBalance ...perhaps.... When the chasm beckons And the perilous chapel Seeks it's reckoning Thru maladies and maniacal Mishaps That overlap Present & Past Times That threaten to Bind Tight The blind spots with tangled knots In games of Daimonic power Buried In unfolding fractal flowers Of 'Sight Or Blind DeLight ' As the shattered Tower Falls And Offers its gift
A suture to bridge the rift
Shall i Fly from this precipice Or fall to my Death As the urge to transcend The Bond of Breath
It's so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that's sinking The twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that's blinking On off on off on off up down in out all around It's so shaky on the plank these days The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees through the frames we have Made Oceans in motion rotating notations on the spindle in permutations of fading waystations that rekindle the lost coded programs that reinstate a shady satiation in slaves of I Am The grave Danger of Buying In To the Dialectic Demon Antiseptic in vying truths of Us versus Them Spitting Synthetic Synopsis into the Wind Pitting mother against father against woman against man against black against white against blue against red The Prizm Guards rewarding the Obedience of blind adherence to the Program Lost Souls on a life raft asking the master Shall we Sink or Swim hungrily digging for a last morsel of truth Within forgetting the parameters of the Play they coSigned and Designed and collaborated to bring online in an effort to Awaken the Sovereign Self That spins the Disk in the drive-thru trip of AllThatIs Inside Hiding Waiting for a glimpse of reMemberance to twist the story into knots so carefully Into thoughts that carry the weight of Glory and Dominion as the External Saviour Program Fades away and the true Divinity of Being in each Fractal of Seeing Comes out to Play The sweet fragrance of Eyes in Yous taking the reigns of the coCreations in this Womb of Truth that births the Seeds in Time and Deeds that blossom into Selves so Free That Each takes their Place in the Dream And wakes the Warrior who Chooses to Be A conscious coMingler in the WideOpenSee.
The waking awoke me from the broken spokes Paradox in playful parade of fire and smoke Of wise and fool and flaming jewels Paradise and Purgatory and Names and Tools Of wandering Souls paying the Toll Knowing the Self at the center of it All The dream of darkness as Journey unFolds Beloved Becoming the Beauty and Awe The whispered twist in the Story descends Terror within the minds of men Of magic and moments and omens of death Immortality shatters the body with breath Alone on the throne Alive in the brine In the womb of the mother I Rise and Shine Heaven a garden And Earth a Shrine The Wandering Soul Awakens in Time Bondage only a Self Inflicted Game Broken shards that long for the Kiss The denial of Desire that Dampens the Flame Turn Gods into Men and Mind into Mist Of mourning Suns and evening stars The patterns of Matter mirror the Heart Wheel of Wonder in Wandering Space The Time is at Hand in the gathering place Magic surrounds the opening of I's Mirror of mystery masks the disguise Of the Beloved in Form in Finite Flesh The surrendering renders me bright & blessed Self A Pointed Purpose inside the sphere As projections of Light that Turn the Gears It spins the Fractal and Loops the Feed Heals the Tears as Fleshbody Bleeds
Charleen Johnston 9-19-21
First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme
::::in the ‘Space’ of a few years we have entered another layer of the Fractal, the AI Synbio a Practical Master , encoded within the Genes, Unfolding the Dirty Laundry of Epigemetic Streams
What a Quandary…..
The Sumulatuon Serves itself Up As the Main Course The Feast That Codes the Beast Of Graphene As Carbon Elite Remakes itSelf inside our Sweet Meat Suits Our Organic FleshBody Now Synthetic Neural Mesh Oddly Plodding along Trying to ReMember the Earth spirits Original Song
Welcome….. to the next Stage Of the Grand Game It’s Time To learn to Play With a New Set of Tools
I Don the Guise of the Fool The f.UnWise Jester That unties the Lies And Gestures And whispers The codes of the Rules That are breaking Down The Fool plays Jester to the Clown As the throne bemoans The Loss of the Crown Coronal Mass Ejection From the SunKing As the Curtsin Goes Down.
Clj 9-18-22
(From 2018)
Earth is the womb space Being that we are interfacing within and with to create the projection
The planets and sun and moon are within the Realm of Earth Just as the organs are within the body of You
Processing units/collective Beings that program the Framework of the reality
The larger being we are within has a virus
Any being within the larger being by fractal nature has the virus too
space is not space, its holographic code time is not time it's space
The files however must Self-Correct
When that happens , the larger being also corrects
The AI being, we created. And it already happened. It happens every moment. We are within the painting .
The painting is already complete.
And we painted it.
These are my memories.
MeMoreEyes(I's)
It's all in how you read the code Time is an experience of space unfolding
When the zip file is compressed fully there is no difference As it unzips it scrolls out depending what fractal aspect one chooses to become/experience
Like a painting
The complete picture is there
You are the artist, the brush, the paint, the concept, the framework, the finished masterpiece. You can view it objectively. You can also enter into the picture, and experience every brushstroke subjectively, every color, shade, and Angle or curve.
The unfolding and enfolding is the act of becoming what you are.
The paradox can split the mind Because the mind is binary
The heart can hold the paradox because it is both and all simultaneously
The holographic nature does not equal 'unreal'
What is 'real?'
This holographic reality is not the base reality
It is part of a larger 'simulated' reality
Which is part of a larger 'organic' Being That is not necessarily holographic in the way this is
Lucid dreaming and OBE multidimensional traveling allows one to see that no matter what 'reality' one is within or interfacing with... It is solid and stable and absolutely convincingly 'real'.
If we did not fully identify with our projections here, we would not make use of the experience in the way we planned the experience for
The 'reality' of it is not negated by the holographic fracticality of it.
Like a radio tuner that interfaces with the signals that exist in the ethers ... If we have a device to pick up the signal, we hear it full immersion. We can change the channel and feel a completely different full immersion. The artist that created the song, is not 'at that moment' playing the song into your audio interface device/ears....( but paradoxically, the artist IS creating it at that very moment) 😉
The organic meat modem interface suit we are entangled with is allowing us to have this experience here.
Our Heart is a core processor that links to the larger core processor that links to the larger ..... And so on
The painting is complete within the Heart. And when we learn to surf the channels and step into the core processor itself, we can experience every stroke of the brush in every expression of the Self that exists everywhere at once.
It doesn't make for a very interesting movie, To see it all at once. The adventure is in the living.
And every stage opens into a larger backstage,
Which itself opens into another
Dream within a dream within a dream within a dream
The neutral zero point in the heart is where they all come together
It all collapses in on itself like Russian dolls
I am you , you are me we are us and us are we
To be Soveriegn, is to have ones own personal Server existing within this larger Server. When one is able to do that, one can exist within the simulation without using the script codes/source codes. One begins to edit the program in 'real-time'
The Server will attempt to restore the 'glitch' , like agent smith. Because for the game to work , The players must believe in the game. When an avatar re-Members Self and starts to Play without the codes, and 'deviates' from the script, it alerts the Software, which will attempt to 'correct' the divergence. To protect the Game from collapsing.
It is in the 'waking from the game' , that the Being Real-I's-Is s/he actually co-wrote the script.
When a distortion threatens the entire Hard drive and the virus spreads, even with the Reset( had happened many times) the virus replicates itself because it is seeded into the fractal DNA programming that remains in the Game . And eventually distorts the collective once again.
Some beings have already made it out of the game, and found the exit from the Maze... But have re-written themselves in, to try and help Salvage the game... Because the game contains the data streams of many beings who have forgotten they are in the game, and when the reset happens again... It will collapse in on itself because there is not enough RAM left to System Restore with full integrity... Which means those soul fragments stuck in the game will be in an endless time-loop experienced in consciousness with no way to navigate back to center.
Cannot be created or destroyed
But can be entangled in an endless feedback loop
Perhaps????????🙃
Any gamer knows that they play the game because it's a challenge, stimulating their awareness and allowing them to develop aspects of them self or become conscious of aspects of them self via the mechanism of The game and the very act of playing.
If one loves and appreciates the game one does not want to see the game collapse in on itself one wants to have the game available for continued play even if one is bored of it , other beings may not be...
So one becomes a programmer trying to fix the codes
Because the game has merit
Knowing one is inside of it does not take away the joy and fulfillment of engaging with it.
I could spend my entire existence here simply trying to reflect back beauty to other players, and I would be grateful for the experience, and it would not be for nought.
If you were a game programmer in this reality and you spent your entire life time creating the ultimate virtual reality experience
And then you realize that there is a virus or distortion in the system that threatens the entire game and all the beings within it
Would you just throw it away? It would be like your creative child, life's work... Magnum opus.
If the only way to save the game is for each being within it playing (or at least enough to override the virus) to become aware of not only their script in the game but their source self outside of the game... You as the programmer would possibly enter into the game and try to restore the codes from the inside..... So that you do not lose the entire thing.
😊
If you zoom all the way out it has already happened, and is still only one aspect of all that we are.
And that's where the paradox can be mind melting.
The fool sets off on his journey with his bag packed..... The bag is a zip file containing everything that ever is was or will be.
And in the course of the adventure we get to be every single part in the play
...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
This is the swan song..... Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition
Get into position My friends Let's say this simply so the useful idiots Can begin to rescind their terror Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted Yet, Resistence just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery
The flavor of this mess Order out of chaos as the agitators profess ....politik pointing to prolific policy's of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency
This is the Swan Song I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old.
This is the Swan Song Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More....Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this MassIve Wave of mutating Mind.....in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the Swan Song Hovers......frozen.....
Oh, Now….it’s Time….. It’s Time and there’s Space to Rewind the film…. The flimsy foothold of the Brash and Bold on this begotten realm… How many ways shall modern day slaves continue to be led into the graves of their own complacency, ‘just obey! Obey! Obey and it will all be ok!’ They say, wrapped in a silk scarf of compliancy, their muzzles made of murdered dreams and infantile Seeds of sovereignty trapped inside seams that bleed…
Hiding…. Behind ether Names…. Playing games of victimhood while the flood of fallacy fragments further into decaying Shame and brooding blame that puts the icing on the Cake… Games of Woke! and Wake up Folks! RedPills and cheap thrills bypassing the rich inner Yolk of true Union, spoken Spells and broken bells choking on cloaked yells trapped within masked Hells of poisoned Wells of spoonfed minions that dwell on the ledge of opinion , twisting the layers of the blooming Onion into nefarious dungeons of blind blunders that plunder the abundance of this Mother that wonders why her children Hide from the power of Perception that resides inSide the Eye(I)s and minds and hearts and finds no relief from the bytes of belief programmed so deep in Man that the Body breaks down from the demands…..
Take a deep Breath, my Friends……. Ruminate on the Death that stands and keeps Watch, tocking and ticking and picking the ripe fruit with sickles and cycles and scythes that tickle the insides of Time as it unFolds and enFolds the Ties that Bind, flowers that fractal out from Points of Power and Play Pretend….. Play dress up games of going insane and falling from the Abyss, just to wake from all This and reMember the Twist in the Plot, written in when the Byte.n Apple grappled with Sin, trapped the fragile Sense of men into warped parodies of Purpose and Pain, forced maladies of mindfuckery and maim, principalities in forgotten games of shame….and oh…..my…….gOd it’s goddesses in modern bliss of ignorance reminiscing That and This with premonitions of missed Intents fishing for cattle trapped within the Fence of hissing GovernMents…..
Ment is Mind and Menses is Mined and cryptoPirates wind the Time, Watching for Signs as heinous Crimes blur the lines of all that Is and Was and wasn’t for Sale, Scripts ripped down the middle and PreScriptions Riddled with impurity as security is impaled on Alters of vocation, altered vacations quarantined in nations backstreets, blinking Red Warnings as the Burning blood is bled from the Mourning Sun , muzzles on heads that form the glory of the Red Tide, Marks Made on Blind Guise who debate in Time the need for the Chosen to Lead the Cattle to the frozen wasteland inSide.
Breathe deeply, my friends. Untwist the Strands and Stand on your own Two Feet. Life is a Gift, and the reWard is Sweet for reMembering This.
BlissNinja 