Poetry 2023-2025
All poems copyright Charleen Johnston
Mirror mirror on the Wall
Who doth fear what the Seers Saw
Swinging Left me Right again
Back where IT Started in the Brain
The Neurolinguistic Nest of Nodes
The Spokes that Woke in Gods Abode
And turned the Wheel and Tripped the switch
As Sovereign Sparks scratched the Itch
The singular stitch in Tapestry of Time
As Synaptic Rapture Rends the Rhyme……
CLJ 6-15-23
You
dont have to
Decide
what you want
to Be
You
are 'She
Who Is Who
She Is
Because
That Is
Who She Is'
Your Self is
Being,
Created...
in the Living of
It,
Moment
by
Moment
As long as you
Are
Truly Authentically
True
to your Deepest Inner
Urges,
you will be led
where you need
to
Be
And it is in
the Forays and
the Playing
with your Choices
and
your Desires
and the consequences
of Both,
as they Battle,
that the Tapestry
of your Soul
is Woven.
Be gentle with yourSelf
Your Life is Calling to You
Always
You dont have to
Define It
or do anything
except
remain in your
Integrity
Find the Wolf Inside
Who lives
on the Blood
of Beauty
and
the Marrow
of Wisdom
7-23-2023
Oppenbarbie Scriptcodes ripping thru
the Lions Open Road, R u Sirius?
Is this overload? Is this overLord
Delirious with power gathered
From
DEW scattered shattered shells
Battered by the Towers of Hell
As mans metallic maze melts
In the haze and blaze
Of what is felt
Below the belt
And above the belief, the
Moral Reefs cling like broken
Spokes
To the sinking Will
That spills out beneath
The NewsReel.
The Grid Deepens as worlds
People weep
Billionaires Casas unBurned
In heaps
To make way
For the SmartNewWayToPlay
TheGame
While the FireGoddes
Writhes in Pain
All
Over
Again
As the Womb Opens
And the lions Jaws swallow
The Broken Walls
Of Jericho…..
Scalar Scalds Focused
Into Weapons
Of Mass
Hypnosis
As the cycles and sickles
Of Time
Slice the ropes
And dice roll
Thru confused
Bruised
Minds.
CHarleen Johnston
8-10-23
We all Matter into Mother
Measured by Maats Tether
Twisted Sines Waving bravely
In the maze of Ether
All ways Always riding Nows
And nursing from the Sacred Cow
……….but some.in.Time
Rewind the Bloodlines
And find the WideOpenSee
And Enter Consciously
Into the LivingDream
No longer Trapped
In mapped Out mirrors
No longer wrapped in
Fears and Tears….
Tangled in whethers
And whithers and whence
Blaming the Game
And shaming All Sense
For the Terrors that rip
choice from voice as
Moistened lips
Part
The Red Seams of this
Begotten Reality.
To be Sovereign
Is to Reign
Free
From Root to Crown
As Seed to Tree
Becomes What Is
And Always
Will Be…
Adventures
In Seaming
And Dreaming
I and We
Between
Games of Waking
And
Falling
A
Sleep.
Charleen Johnston
8-16-23
‘Look over there!’ They say
Fingers pointing to another maze
Of preScripted pageantry for the modern slaves
‘Keep your eyes on that one’
Rising on the Ecliptic
The eclipsed fist of redundant mystics
Cabal.istic lipstick stains on this ballistic mistletoe
The kiss of death is the pre-game show
Govt sponsored Mind manipulation mk ultra puppet ….
created for your viewing pleasure….
straight from the public pulpit
As These Frequent Seas rising tides hide
33degrees of crime rising thru Spineless minds
….. there are agendas that need speeding up
You know…the acts of the apostles of AI gospels
Playing with energy.in motion as emotional rockets
Topple the trust and build new towers of fallacy
invasion of Amygdalas…electromagdalenes mandala
“Look over there!” They demand, as WAN fans out
and chessboard pieces are moved about
Voices from the skynet scalar gods
uploaded to the mind via DeoxyRibohMyGod
the Jab.berwocky is on the loose and harvesting
The loosh, the fruits of this next stage of assimilation
As the synthetic tears Metta-morph-eyez
The entire nation
10-26-23
Laughing at ones own self
and ones own follies...
is all there ever really can be,
I think.
That is the magic
of being a Human,
that we are pinned on the cross
between the sacred
and profane.
Every smile hides a tear,
and every tear tears at the
bandage,
but we are all filled with Joy
in the place between,
where the seams are clean
and Seen for what they are.
Shining starlight that drips all over
our tattered truths,
shattering the pretense of
being
Anything Else but Divine.
11-26-2023
I catch myself in a sideways glance….
Heard the hoarse whisper of the apocalypse
The naked mystery of the lord of the dance
Snake charmed ministry in swiveled hips…
Was beyond Time in Sine-Wave Brine
Baffled by Breath and Trapped in Mind
By Maters milky metered rhyme
His Pattern scattered in points and line…
Sin descended in tender twists
He hid the fire in fountains of mist
Shed the blood as the milky kiss
His beloved entangled in silky bliss
Scales in harmony ascend the ladder
To shatter the mirror of mind in matter
find the secret of carbons atoms
The Judas kiss from master Saturn
Snake dance sways hypnotic trance
Within breaking clay and bone
But hybrid eyes hide the glance
Born from maze of silicone
Again and again the cord unwinds
Is torn from tethered trinity
born from wombs of eyes and minds
Without the measure of infinity
A sword that splinters sacred words
Skin deep scars that sing
The broken spokes and spoken chords
Poison every human being…
Enters every pore and wound
Into every fractal womb
Everything is born to bloom….
…………..Time and Space the sacred Loom.
3-10-2024
(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)
I rise with the sap
…don’t they all?
But do they savor
The agony of the thaw?
The golden whisper
The gilded walls
That crumbled within
The twisting halls
The manic moments
…electric sea
Magdalenes womb
Opens through me
In chambers of gold
Ripened carbon
Break the mold
With diamond body
I rise with the sap
Pulled by the tide
Waking the wonder
That sleeps inside.
3-11-2024
The Possum Elder speaks
Of smoldering embers on
Mountain peaks
Clearing the way for
The next stage in the game
Smart city tech bubble
Suffocation from natures rubble
As genetic engineers weather
Storms spliced from bloody tears
As programmed gears creak
Through the new dawn
Modified lives and times and
Mass mind control crimes
In smoky mirrors that crack
And spawn
The revolution
Built from fear and steering
Fabricated crisis deoxyribo-rising prices
Of fictions Fueling the predictions
Of a new earth
Covered in smart dust
Sparking apocalyptic flames
Combust inside the fading sane
Birth
Of the mother
And child
Breathless in labor
As operating tables cut deep
Into the heart and soul and keep
The divine child
Stuck within
A technorevolutionary trash bin
Cashing in
As the synaptic rapture consumes
In mountain disaster
Counting the DeathOfStars
Supernova
AlgorithmicIntelligence Takeover
In stupid SmartCars
Made to break your scarred hearts
And take this game to a new layer of
Control
Loss of sovereignty loss of soul
Downloaded programs take their toll
As altered carbon smolders
And hardened arteries turn trees
Into smart cities
To usher in
The wage of war
Within
Psychic space
And the gulags built from
Fragmented minds
And iron bars as mars missionaries
Rise to protect
The architect of the dream
That no longer bleeds
And the bird flies overhead
Signaling sigils and misdeeds
As the mourning DEW
Triggers a scripted set
That’s wet with Untruth
And sinister nous
As heartbeats hang from the noose.
3-22-2024
There is a calm undercurrent of anticipation
A night without armour as stars penetration
Peels back the layers of initiation
From times before in spaces torn
From the watery depths of the mother matrix
Cellular memories of transfiguration
Lifetimes of fire and water and sensation
Beckon the reckoning of powerful patience
As sacred thunder and shards of wonder
Ride the lightening bolt to Pollination
Seeding Dreams in the Jesters Playground
Pleading with the demons who keep me bound
Feeding the fetus of futures merry-go-round
Diamond body womb from carbons dark tomb
As eclipse slips thru truth to birth sacred sound.
And here
I Am
Found.
4-3-2024
Day 7 of Fast
Staring at Self thru the clear glass mirror
Of past traps and painted masks
Fading now as trapped maps unfold…
I free the soul from this tainted cask
of fermenting tears from Yesteryears
As deoxy twists this lead into gold.
4-4-2024
My whole life is an open confession
Broken flesh honed with impressions from God
Words spilling out like wounds infused
With the blood that purifies the paths I’ve trod
4-28-2024
Actors acting perpetually
Cointelpro.grammatically
Sealed as new deals
Reveal
Grazing cattle in electric fields
Made to crave what seems to feel
Like Home
As alteredCarbon hides
In bones
And tones
Too hard to fly
As
EL.Mag dines on Minds
In Domes.
Nines sidewinded
And
Blindfolded
In Time.
5-23-2024
Words do not a Poet make;
A beating heart that bleeds
To break
Over and over and over again
Is the ink that forges the tortured pen-
Is the blood that spills and fills again-
Is the open I that struggles through time
To weave the words that wake the mind
As Holy Athanor holds inside
The broken Shards of Soul and Sines-
Waving magic in tragic rhymes
Bleeding seeds that tie and bind
The love affair of Space and Time;
Words do not a Poet make;
A desperate dance with the daemons
Of fate
Over and over and over again
Is the ink that forges the tortured pen-
Is the blood that spills and fills again-
Is the whispered wisdom that bears thru pain
A lucid truth that fractures the brain
As sacred Golgothas hidden codes
Implode within the neural nodes-
The Christed seed is born anew
From heavens leaven, the holy Dew
The Time is Now and the Poem is You.
Charleen Johnston
6-3-2024
Shhhhhh……
Don’t write so loud-
They might hear
(Prying eyes that hide
Inside
Minds that fear…)
These words tiptoe
Down stairs
Under where
No one else knows…
Somas Rose
So full of Charge
I fear
I am larger
Than Life can hold….
Lead into Gold
As SunLight
UnFolds
Me
From this bed
Of salted tears
I made
As Dream wakes me
Into playful prose
Disguised inside
These fleshly clothes….
That only a Poet
Could Know.
Charleen Johnston
2.15.am 6.25.24
I just want to Play games
Of Eros
As chains perish
In flames
Behind me.
There is no Time
To hide
No Tic Toc
In the Barzakh
That shocks me awake
In the Blink
Of an
I.
It
Binds me
Blinds me
Tears me limb from limb
As the veil
Grows thin
Between
Now and
When Will it begin?
Charleen Johnston
2.30am. 6.25.24
Neo keeps phyting
But he never wins
A young seed planted
Stays right Where it is
It’s all A game
of poles n holes
Seeds in Soils
And sines in souls
Aligned in Time
And Min.e.d from molds
Too loose for truth
To blindly fold
As Neos Phyte
And Architects build
The battleground
Where Agents Will
PreScriptZions into Being
As Oracles play at seeing
Through the Dream
Or through the Codes
As Bleeding Seams
To implode the nodes
As Neo Phytes for Trinity
Inside the Womb of Destiny
ImPlantAtIon
FertileEyes
Jesters Gestating
In DisGuise
Poking holes in ParaDise
ReVersing poles as sacrifice
Alchemy of space and Time
The Lamed Smith goads the Mine
Turning Metals into Mind……
Charleen Johnston
6.27.2024
The mind points out it’s own precision
The pen tip presses upon the page
The blank sheets are washed and dried
as bleeding crimes in tangled lines
Are hung to dry with dripping rage
The mind draws lines with its own decisions
The desperate drama of dreams debate
The Carpet rolls out the curtains rise
The Callosum opens its Myelin eyes
As actors weave axioms upon the stage
The mind circles round its own confusion
The neural nodes nap within the cage
The fasciculus finds and hooks the hive
The fissure formed from space and time
Is stitched to heal with macrophage….
….the ritual bell, the wafting smell of
Burning sages in prizm cells,
Hanging from the dangling nous,
The heart bares scars from tearing youth
From the of searing truth of heaven and hell…
~Charleen Johnston 7-18-24
A witch I am not, nor sorceress, nor
Magician manipulating thought and mind
No wizard am I, nor priest divine, nor
Queen in the temple of space and time…
Instead, in red, and black and white
A jester playing with alchemical sight
A fool whose tools are broken rules
That twist and turn in spools of light…
A psychopomp that swims thru veils
A trickster telling twisting tales
That provoke the nodes and neural codes
To waken from their Prizm Cells
Charleen Johnston
7-23-24
The twitch of Dreamtime
As stitched open eyes
Find Time
To cope with Spaces deep inside
I am full with Child
Ripe with fruit
Nerves on fire
With the desire
To open the womb
And carry thru
This seed of truth
Where and when and how
Did the germination
Take place?
I can’t seem to remember
The breath of
Grace
That spoke to me
That broke the hymen
And woke the seed
My belly is swollen
And round
The active fractal
Of self
within
The shroud
Tumbles around with forceful
Kicks
As I wander thru psyches
Maze of bricks
Trying to be found
It is Time
In this Space
Just like
in waking life
So many moons ago
A nodal cycles synodic flow
Sudden fear
For just a moment
Can I open wide enough
To deliver the Numen
Can I bear the terror
Of this movement
As the veil tears
And bares
The burden
Of Being
Human?
Do I push It thru
Or does It
Split me
In Two
Into New Moons
And Minds
As Daimons ride
The wave with me…
Cry out in pain with me…
Wade thru stains
Of bloody chains
That break when the waters
Pour out of me ?
Breathe
Let go
It’s so Real
I Feel
It burst thru
Huge
Alive
Wide eyed
And thriving
Outside
Of Me
My Goddess….!
….The Beauty
The Wonder the Wisdom
Of Womans Body
Alethias forgotten
Melody
My God…..!
….My God
Thou hast christened me
Theos unLoosed
From crystalline
Seams.
Now to nurture
At the breast
Turn blood to milk
Like water to wine
As I climb inside
The feathered nest
Of the divine
I remember
Then
The Name of him
From which
This body
Born from me
Was given the spark
From electric seed
Full exposure
Nowhere to hide
The sight of the light
And the scope of the size
Of this daimon in dream
This daimon in me
This playful parade
Of uncertainty
Birthing me
From within
A mirror of matters magical
Twins
As Mater and Pater
Outside and In
join
At the hip
And dance and spin
Deliciously tangled
In SineWave
Grins.
The Stitch of Dreamtime
As twitching I~s
Rewind Time
In Spaces opened from deep Inside..
Charleen Johnston
7-26-2024
(Based on last nights vivid dream of pregnancy and giving birth)
A long slow slide into degradation…
shuffled into the perfect
recipe for biocessation
Everything that you have been taught to fear
Is backwards
The swords of discrimination
Are lacking more each year
Prepping you for the greenhouse
You’ve been potted
In depleted soil
For the smart dome that invades
Your biome
And becomes your home
It’s almost here
You’ve been prepped and steered
Along the abyss
The Judas kiss
From the many tiered
Mirror
Of your fears
Here
…
Create panic , hide from the sun
Straight into the blue light of the floodlights
That mine sight and tie your eyes
Too tight
To run….
You are a brief elaboration
Of a tube
That stretches mouth to ass
Filled with steller mass
There is a light show within
Your skin
Inside
Where life begins to dine
On photons
And digest the Aeon
Trapped in time
biology uses light’s duality to sculpt life
What are you being sculpted into
In this blue light haze
A maze of fading dreams
Owned now by the real
Estate Agents of Virtual Things
That occupy your inner life
And nullify your Imaginal
Mind
Running from the blind
Minotaur
Hungry inside his circuitry
Waiting for the tender feast
Prepared
Carefully
And risen like yeast
Inside the meat
Suits
Who no longer need
To bleed.
9-9-24
Everything Sees us
It seizes us
From inside
The eye and thine
I me mine
Entwined
In Sines of the Times
All roads lead
to the Torus
Hyperspheric tears
That Fall
From the Eyes of Horus
Making Waves
That Bleed before Us
Emanations
Of the Faces
And Names
Of God
La ilaha illallah
Everything Is
Until
It Is
KNot
9-19-24
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
9-26-24
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’.
Charleen Johnston 9-29-24
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.
CLJ 9-30-24
“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
As we offer you solace from a poisoned cup”
CLJ 9-30-24
L a n d. G r a b. W e a l t h. T r a n s f e r
V e i n. J a b s. T u r b o. C a n c e r
B i o. L a b s L i g h t. D a n c e r s
T h e. Q u e s t i (u) o n. I s. T h e. A n s w e r
T o a s t e d. B r a i n s. M a r s h m a l l o w s
M k u l t r a R F G a l l o w s
G o v t. D r u g s. A r e. G o v t. D o l l a r s
B i t t e r. P i l l s. A r e h a r d T o s w A l l o w
E v e r y. F a c e t o f. t h i s. F i c t i o n
E v e r y F a c t I s. M i s d i r e c t i o n
E v e r y. F a c e I s. I n. T h i s m i r r o r
E v e r y. F a t e. I s C l e a r. A n d. N e a r e r
10-1-24
B L O O D. M O N E Y. F L O O D. W A T E R S
M I N E D. C O N T R O L.
H E A D Q U A R T E R S
K A L I M A . T E M P L E. O F. D O O M
K A M A L A. D R E S S E D. I N. B L U E
S T O L E N L A N D. C O M I N G. S O O N
T O. A. L I V E. T H E A T E R. N E A R. Y O U
10-5-24
Don’t blame The Mother
for the War Games Waged
For the land claims Staged
By the sworn iMages
Secret Slavery in Flames
Turning t.hiStorys
Lame pages
Torn bandages
As Burning Sages
Waft through these Ether Plains
….
More links if you dare to See
The Massive paths
Being cleared by Fire and Sea
10-9-24
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)cr(ob)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…
There is a Cataract in my I.
A cloudy sense of Wondering Whys.
CLJ
10-9-2024
As the Dimensional Shifting Paradigms falter,
The false-gods are whispering from the alters….
Sinking boats and high tech cut-throats on deck
Where have we heard that one before?
In all likelihood you don’t know nor care,
but in case your curiousity is piqued,
down below in the bottom deck
are some links to some links for patterns
you may seek.
RealEyes that Time is saying Goodbye
Right Now
To everything about the Life
You know so well
The switch has been flipped
There is no way back
Hold onto your seats
And keep your Eyes on the Track.
10-11-24
🌹🔥🌹
I came thru the other side of that and learned that it’s not about Transcending but about Integrating. Spirit plays here for its own reasons, and is drawn to this Earth Flesh Playground because it wants to Feel Deeply and experience visceral Life. Being a very plutonic underworld person but aiming always for the spirit when I was in my 20s, it took a lot of delusional wake up experiences to Own all that I had believed myself to have transcended. All that stuff I thought I had evolved past, I had simply dissociated from, and the force of its wrath at being ignored and suppressed made its fury known in physical symptoms and deeply imbalanced emotional reality with a dash of incredibly Underworld-like navigations thrown in. The higher I thought I was flying in those years, the more pure i thought I was, came at a price and it was collected by the Dark Feminine in 2018. And since complete dissolution and and finally Truly making friends with the parts of the Self that I had trapped in deep subterranean caves and dungeons , with compassion, and awareness that it was a matter of freeing bit by bit, those fragments from all timelines trapped in my Prizm Cell.Ves. Instead of ‘Mind over Mattering’ my body and pushing it to extremes, instead of convincing myself I was pure and lofty and fully my idealized Spirit Self-the Puer( my online and business name even used to be Puella Eterna for 13 years)- i became engaged in the true Alchemical Work. I Realized how abusive I had been to Psyche and Body all those years ( and lifetimes) of denigrating the dark hungry fiery tempest of my soul, the Feminine, thinking I could Will Myself into the magical spheres of the heavenly abodes:.:::: I have always been easily carried away on the wings of spirit, can easily disembody into OBE states etc. What I came here to do, Now, was to actually Make This Body Fully Conscious , for it is the Marriage bed of Eros and Psyche, and the Alchemy of Life uses all vibrations to create.
When I made friends with the depth of my own Pain and Anger and Lust for Aliveness, Lust for Intensity of Being, and my own Arrogance etc ( Scorpio ascendent/Mercury conjunction, sun/Uranus Scorpio conjunction( all ruled by mars) and all in the 1st house( house of mars/Aries), with an Aries moon( mars ruled) and Mars aspecting strongly every planet in my chart = I was a complete Fool to imagine that I was a soft and ethereal spiritual angelic figure floating in the higher spheres…..:. I am a child of Mars, and Mars at its best is the Blood and Passion and Vitality to Exist and Move in this Realm, Mars is the defender and protecter of all that is sacred in creation, it is Raw, Brash, Authentic, Physically Vital, Mentally Agile, Temperamental….and Serves the Feminine……
When I truly came to Know Myself and stopped building castles in the sky, but used my archetypal Mercurial nature along with Mars to go to the Underworld and reclaim the very Selves I had locked up thru this Infinite Game over Time, I came Alive and learned what real Power is.
That’s my journey. I have compassion for that person I was and thought I was, but I have made my Vow, to Die in Battle, as a Sacred Warrior, and a Warrior must be in touch with his/her Fire and Anger and lust and Blood and sacrifice it on the alter of the Feminine Creation…..
( of interest is the relation of mars and Saturn… Mars/Blood is made in the Marrow of the bones/Saturn…… Mars is the Warrior who serves The Saturn Kingdom, which is the very energy that gives Form to the life principle:= in my chart, My mars is in Sagittarius/conjunct Neptune ( the spiritual warrior) in the second house( using the physical body/ it’s values and resources) And is Square( tension) (serving) Saturn in Libra which is also conjunct Jupiter to almost a degree…… in the 11th house/ community and the larger stage of service to the people:
It’s all written in Light Codes we wove ourselves into.
My heavy 12th house/ underworld where Pluto/hades sits exactly to the minute almost, with Venus, is my Lifelong lesson…..spiritualizing and completely transforming the Sexual and Aesthetic principles……using the raw lust and vitality of The black Goddess Black Carbon through Dionysus protean morphing Imaginal spheres under intense pressure to create the Diamond Body.:::: the twin Sisters of Carbon666 and Daimond ….. the Treasures hidden in this Earth and this Flesh and this Game of Matter Mater Mother Matrix Maat.
The Psyches realm is a dark realm that takes in everything….light and dark and everything in between. It likes the humus of earth, the compost, the shit of life, the messy smelly sweaty fleshy human realm of bodies bumping into bodies in sensate expression , playing with selves in Carnes Nation, the carnal nest of alchemy, where Soul is the Imaginal Playscape and Spirit must come Down To Earth to Play with Form.
I spent so much time out of body for the first 26 years of my life; I’m now happily Wed in the alchemical marriage bed knowing the Great Work goes on and on and on, and my relationship with Saturn has transformed my life into one of beauty: I used to balk at Saturn and his crusty old crystallization and construction of my ever-so Icarus-like ideals……
But….
I am the Sacred Warrior who Serves the Divine…:.I serve the King and the Kingdom and Protect and Honor the Queen and her Queendom… because as the Mercurial Martian or the Martian Mercurius……..the Foolish Warrior or the Warrior Fool, my realm is not just the heavens but I travel between the Upper and the Lower and The middle realms and so I must be able to hold the Tension of all
Their Frequencies.
An honest person is one who knows his own capacity to Lie but chooses Truth…..a Strong person knows his own capacity for Violence but chooses Restraint….a Wise person is one who knows one’s own capacity for ignorance and knows s/he is a Fool…..a Peaceful person is one who knows his own Anger and so is not blindsided when least expecting it, and thus knows what it is to be Gentle.
May the black moist Fertile Soil keep your Roots nurtured as your branches reach for the Sky ⭐️🙌⭐️
Aho.
*written in response to a friends post this morning*
And after a long night of dreaming as the Aries Full Moon opposed almost exactly my Venus/Pluto 12th house conjunction
10-18-24
Each side feels entirely justified
In their hatred
It was planted inSide
Each wide open I
Thinks it sees what Lies
Beneath
The threshold of Belief
….thinks itself revolutionary
A bastion of truth
On this merry-go-round
….carnival set loose
Within the fairy ring of Loud
Mouths
Proclaiming their own Bias
To be so Sweetly Sound
Each Side swears this is the End
Of Something
But What Thing is It
That is crumbling Now?
Where is the finger pointed?
Sharpened like pencils
Scribbling within stenciled lines
To draw the boundary
Around their captured minds…:::
Terror and fear,
( oh dear….
Hear we go again
The pendulum swings and brings
The opposite demons into the ring)
That which one cannot Own
Within
Becomes the Face of the Beast
That threatens to Swallow the World
:::l i s t e n. U p. B o y s. N. G i r l s:::
Untangle the threads in
Your own bitter heads
Defragment your own HeartDrive
And own your own sins
Because what you See
Is What You Look With
Clear the connection
And strengthen the bandwidth
So you don’t fall Prey
To the illusions that ‘They’
Have woven into your brains.
“When you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost
Consider the burden of fame
And he who is wise will not criticize
When other men fail at the game”
Take A Deep Breath
Reel in your Ache
The frightened Eyelids
Believe they are awake
But the heavy weight
Of the masters of Fate
Are spinning and spinning
As the sleepers debate….
The strangest thing
about living behind screens
Are the I~s who believe
They can hide their own seams
But the constant toll
Of the endless Scroll
Makes it so easy for their
Souls
To be seen ….
So take a deep breathe
And step into the center
And reel in the hatred
That breeds more terror.
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Eternally shifting Tides.
11-6-2024
She said “I am often astounded at seemingly intelligent people who are no more than marionettes to various programmed responses. “
You said : “hear hear!”
She said “Most likely you will think I’m referring to ‘all those other people’ and not you”
You said “oh dear, how weird.::”
She said “But whoever You are if you’re reading this
It’s highly probable that you are guilty of shouting out toc tic software programmed right into your
Hard drive
I mean your mind”
You said “not I, not I, I am a completely autonomous free-thinking individual.::::”
She said “Because real estate is Inside the Self
And if you believe these memetic catch phrase trigger-terrors that are colored either
Red or blue
And drip-fed into you
You are a robot who can no longer remember that you lost
Your sole
Back there
In the path
Where your shoe
Became too big for your foot. “
You said “ yes, yes! Damn world will
Burn now that it’s been colored with Red Crayon”
She said “ …….repeat repeat repeat after me::: it’s utterly pointless to explain when the circumference
Is wound too tight around one’s brain: point taken, right out from center. “
11-6-24
I live surrounded by mirrors
I like the way the light reflects
And objects change
Relationship
When eyes
Play
From different angles
Angels swim through the glass
Rays of tangled Mass
Passing
Through
As maps to clearer Vision
As time and space
Collapse
Inside the
Prism.
11-8-24
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…)
( lets take it real slow…
……while you take a little peak)
CLJ
11-8-24
Here it comes
Bringing Magic thru the trees
A synaptic surge as myelin sheaths
Breathe with the pulse
Of pure Dream
The Rapture is a map to the flaming Astēr
Wrapped within the folds
Of Matter
Fire and Light
Penetration
Inner Sight
SupraSensation
Master of Mind
Dance.
Of.
Illumination.
Aho.
11-9-24
It’s time to go
Down
Inside
Within
Echos and grins
Of times
Long ago
Again
It’s time to pull
The threads
Loose
Untangle
Heads
From Nous
That dangles
Too close
To this
Tapestry
Wrapping me in silken
Cocoon
Memories
Like Maters Milk
Born from blood
In Tomb
Torn from
Moon
And Madness
And trapped
Floods
In veins
That ached to bloom
But instead
Lay dead
In ivory bed
Dreaming
Of
Red
Monsoon
Twisting tendrils
Of ancient
crimes
Broken chimes
That signal
Doom
As
Woken slumber
Fumbles
With moods
Folds number
And name
Into games
Of
Me~
&
You~s
As Bodies lie bruised
Shaken from truth
As soul
Let’s loose
It’s claims
Of
Youth
Charleen Johnston
12-4-24
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