Love is Free~Life is Play
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.6.26.24
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.am6.26.24
Embodied Poesis
Improv dance by BlissNinja /Charleen Johnston
Music by Human Experience/Kat Factor/Katya Rose
🔥Going In🔥
“When we dance, we wake up, we get down and juicy with ourselves, we have fun and forget all the heavy shit we carry around. In the dance we get real, get free, get over ourselves. Movement kicks ass. When you truly surrender to your own rhythm, you look so cool, so mysterious, so seductive— the way you deep down really want to look but don’t trust that you do.”
Gabrielle Roth, Connections: The Threads of Intuitive Wisdom
I will not jump on any bandwagon, I will watch the masses fight for their seat,
I will not join any crowd, I will walk in the other direction,
I will not be swayed by programmed emotional manipulations, I will calmly observe,
I will not participate in the distorted ritual of the modern ‘mating game’, I will create create create from the sanctity of my sovereign Space,
I will not groom a socially appropriate false-persona, I will crawl thru the humus of my Self and keep The scars of initiation visible,
I will not polarize into This not That no matter how much the architects of control try to force feed me, I will lucidly reflect,
I will not deny the heaviness and trauma of the ancestral memories Within my matrix, I will dance with them til they are Free,
I will not be contained, i will not be restrained, I will not be tamed,I will not be shamed,
I will burn in the flames of my own alchemical vessel and burn away the dross,
Only the pure can love , only the pure can Know
CLJ 2018
Every Cell in your body is a self in your own creations, all in one expression. What is the health of yourCellves? Does your distorted EgoSystem keep yourCellves in chronic fear, toxicity, denial, and degradation? Or do you treat your Body and yourCellves with respect, compassion, honesty, and wholeness?
Do you point fingers at the world in accusation and defense and emotional perturburance, all while denying your own Cellves their authentic expression within your EgoSystem?
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
🌱Viriditas🌱
My bedtime reading a reminder of the lush greening and the moisture of aliveness. Venus in the glory of bountiful natural juiciness of expression in abundant hues of green. Taurean fertility and adoration of the sensual world that saturates and quickens the blood. The Power of the Greening. That which is alive is wet, is moist, and as Time takes it’s toll, demands payment, it is in moisture, removed……Saturn is Dry. It contracts and dries things out. As moisture dries up, Life dries up. Turns to salt? Saturn is salt. Salt is wisdom. The journey from Green Venusion birth into the sensual realm of aliveness and bodily experience. Ole Saturn, through Time pulls the moisture out, condenses, constricts, makes dry and brittle and rigid. The wisdom that comes from embodiment and disembodiment in patterns and cycles of knowing and forgetting, being, and letting …be. Saturn is melancholia. The darkness that overtakes when the moisture of life has gone. The Melencholia of intense depression states, the complete loss of all the juice of living. If you know you know. Saturn is a harsh task master but always wise. If you’re worth your salt, your worth your sea as the womb space of psyches dream pulls you in.
Went to bed with these contemplations. But never slept. So eventually re/lit my candles, and grabbed a book that had been in que. William Styron ‘Darkness Visible’ about his descent into Melencholia and Madness. Saturns initiation. If you know you know. Read the whole thing before falling sleep. The journey of Saturns slow wicking off moisture from the body and mind and heart. The seemingly inexplicable dance with the leaden realm that makes the Viriditas ever so sweeter when the waters return.
Saturn and Venus and their dance.
I went into a laughing fit that lasted probably ten minutes, towards the end of Styrons book. One single paragraph seemed to me so hilarious…..he spoke so articulately sardonic and it was so metaphoric of how little the ‘system’ understands the ramifications of Madness of Melancholia when Saturns slow shrivel has dried up every last bit of wetness from the soul. (See photo of the excerpt).
“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
Ché la diritta via era smarrita”
~Dante
I awoke to the sound of the pouring rain outside, could feel the earths reception of these heavenly waters as a tonic for her thirst. Ah. The greening. And the wet juiciness of life. The green hue that surrounds my house a reminder of the love for living that Saturns dark lessons make New and make pertinent.
Knowing the hot dry temperatures coming up in the next week, I felt myself relax into this rainy downpour that quenches the parched earth.
🌱Viriditas🌱
Dreamtime last night with the giant Python:)
Today is Fasting Day 6.
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
Charleen Johnston
We come from the land of dimpled smiles, the bridge between worlds, the tethers that tear at scar tissue and rip open wounds, so the tribe can be fed with the stories that wake their Souls.
We talked often of this role, the single handed need to make everyone else’s Pain go away, be all things to all people, be the shoulder that bears the weight of all grief and fear. We made the journey over and over, from one world to the next. Your now my ally in the unseen. You’ve told me the nature of the twisted web, from your perspective at the fountainhead…. And I give my word that I shall speak it so that the demons can be free.
There is no monopoly on grief, we all carry a piece of each other, different than anyone else has, a part of a mystery, a magical thread, that no one else can see. In Life, you were pulled and unraveled by all
The grasping fingers that rip at the covers, skinned by kith and kin over and over….in Death, the Same ……the same fragmentation , no one can live up to that projection, no one can carry that , not even Saturn or The sweet soul of Capricornian love of Other. I’ll meet you there, where there is no tugging. Where nothing is wanted from you, needed from you, asked of you, blamed on you, taken from you, or hidden from you…/ I’ll meet you there in the Nether, and we will tell
The story as seen from inside the center of the Web. My friend, my Soul Brother, we’ve traipsed thru time together, for aeons, and I thank you for what you have blessed me with, by your sweet smile and the kindness and love you poured out. No strings attached, was our love and care, and perhaps that is the only place where real Sight can dare to stare into the eyes of Truth.
Blissed Be Bubba. Billy Dovel
CLJ 11-19-2023
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