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Into the Ripples

This year I’m going down into the RIpples to honor my 43rd year of Solar Cycling thru the PrismGuarded Realm…. I’ve been Hunting the Hunter who has hunted me for lifetimes.
Last night as in the Ethers I was watching on observing an altercation, I turned my eyes back to the door as I stood and a sudden BaM!!!!! Felt almost like the time I was hit directly in the face by a volleyball that had been pounded by a very strong hitter , a dude at Rec bball in CT which knocked me back several feet flat on my ass;) a sense of calm as my awareness reflected on what had just happened, I was unsure but my consciousness hovered slowly lettinG go the tether, and I realized a Shot had come from those whom I had turned away from. A bullet to the face was a strange sensation anyhow.

I woke directly into this morning with the impact still throbbing. Then noticed that my entire jaw on the right side was more fully swollen with the impacted Wisdom tooth that rears up now and again. There’s nowhere for it to go. I heard ole Wotan tell me that the dance of Sun and fiery Mars sitting on top of my natal sun/Uranus exact conjunction in first house( head /face ) now opposing Uranus in Taurus ( neck/voice/throat) is inFlaming me, the Uranus opposition intensity being stoked as The Wisdom buried in the Jaws is trying to emerge. The Voice that is trapped in the throat , telling me it’s time to be born into this world. I have to Face it. Literally, had to do an hours deep intense facial fascial maneuvers including neck and shoulders, and then much of the swelling had subsided. The Pain Gone. Sleep came back to me, whispering that there is nowhere to hide, any longer…..that which is stuck hidden inside my jaws which hold my tongue and where stories are told, is Impacting the way I Face the World. The Stories must be Written and the entire fascial inTension released so their is room for Wisdom to Break on Through.

Some have told me to cut out and violently remove this Tooth, this reminder, so to make pain go away. But I chose at age 19 to never take a pain killer or allopathic medicine. And I’ve stuck to it, Felt Fully and Faced each Pain in the Embrace of Somas Palace. I follow it, it always leads me to the Selves buried deep within the Matter of my Flesh, where dreams are buried and beating at the door for attention.

My descent is in honor of this Dance, Seaming Fractals Dreamimg Me, Wearing the Masks of My Past and Glaring at the Mirror til they See me.

So my 43rd Solar return will be spent Alone in the Solace of Nature and Soul, deep in ceremony for the mysteries of Birth and Death, that which is wrapped tightly around the 18th and 19th of November for me.

Novem = nine /ninth month
The Gestation
Nov= ‘new’. ‘Ember’=small live fire , Hebrew’appointed by god’

What shall be born from these flames wherein the zodiacal wheel at this moment so intensely proclaims that The Time is Now
For me
To Open and Face
The lost Scroll
Within my seams

Charleen Johnston 11-17-2023

MonoCulture PlantNation Slavery

Self portrait at Kennedy Peak

This message brought to you by Frankie:

Are you being Planted as a MonoCulture Crop, made vulnerable to disEase and PestiLance? Hybridized
And cloned, temperate-Zoned in the GreenHouse Dome where Golgothas Germ Harvested within the Worms of Farther and Larger Sperm Gardens march toward the Silent Silicon Sunset….
Planted, like Crystals in New CAge shops , spreading the signals and wearing the Sigils as the New Sage Crops Drop like Flies, filing Lies and smiling with Eyes InstaGramatic Sunrise Wines to brought to dine inside the Grapevine?
The SCrypt unFolds and holds the crystalline Key, Byte by Byte inside the Body, our Fascia-ish Net holds all the Codes, of all
Our Lives as Plants and molds and Silver and gold and minerals Sold like cattle into slavery, taut to tense in Irony, sought like sins in destiny’s grinning Spin in the Toroidal See of Dreams…..Salt of Earth are We, Lost at Sea, Seizing Seams and Serging Thru Eternity.
Ponder the linguistic Alchemy that weaves your neural Tapestry….and StandUnder the Opening, keeping your Cellves Seeds Organic and Free.

Charleen johnston

7-21-23

A Solstice Reminder

❤️🍎🌞🙌..a ReMinder for MySelf..🙌🌞🍎❤️

You are … Essentially….an electromagnetic Battery… A Torus Field …. An Infinte Free Energy Alchemical Lab that can Generate its own perfect Health and Joy. Everything you’ve been taught in the Mainstream Script Timeline is inverted. There are very few basic needs …. And one of those is Grounding Oneself in Earth…. The soles of ones feet are fractal Foundations and Function as one pole of your SovereignSelfMagnet. It is Essential for the connection between your body and Earth and Ground to happen, and in conjunction with Sunlight on your Skin and in your Eyes. With feet on earth and Sun on skin… You Charge your Vehicle. Pure and Energized Water is absolutely vital…. Water is Alive, and has been held captive with poisonous programming. Air and the act of breathing with awareness and Intention is akin to Magic. With Breath you cAn unlock your own inner pharmacology. You contain everything in Existence within your Body. Your Mind Steers with Intent. Your Nervous System is the most technologically advanced Integrel quantum Computing System …. Learning to use it…. You will be ReMembering that you are Beyond Powerful here in this CoCreative Dream and Dynamic Dance on the Cosmic Chessboard….

Challenging and Pushing the Body and Emotions and Will develops ones Capacity to Hold Charge. Like a battery….if there is no Juice, there is no Will not Joy nor Aliveness….there is enervation and dis-ease and desperation and dependence on temporary situations that lead to further loss of Charge.

Spending time with as much skin to Sun contact as possible , in nature, Feet to Earth, Breathe to Heart In Awareness, With Pure Water ….. Will help you Be the best version of yourSelf in this Play, so…. Let the Ninjapocalypse Unfold And Let’s Enfold a New Script from between the Seams of this Dying Dream and Rebirth the EarthSeeds in Selves of Radiant Wild Warrior Beings✨🃏✨⭐️🗝⭐️✨🃏✨


~Charleen Johnston solstice 2020

Dance of Eros

Dance of Eros

I lay here, in a world of
Invisible hands, invisible hearts
That lift my soul, raise
My mind to things alive-
I am led to paths where
The energy speaks to me,
Vortex of intensity, calling
My soul to dance the dream.
Mother Earth, plastered with
These tunnels of tone-
Portals to deeper dimensions
Of home…she dances silently.
I lay still, on a vibrating
Chakra from the mothers’
Folds, learning to hold this
Deep power, learning to fold
Feelings to fire- receiving
Electricity from loves live wire.
My polar twin spins out of
Earth and into existence, calling
Me with sweet insistence-
And I mould myself to
The mothers form, finding my
Rhythm as if newly born,
And my dance is a dance
Of truth and trance, and
My lover, hypnotized, with
Opened eyes, embraces me
In the darkness of Minds
Absence… our dance a
Remembrance of lives
Lived before-
Of faces shed and blood
Bled along the timeline
Of which we were born.
Together we enact the
Great embrace, the
Great vortex raising our
Flames, creating a new
Form to claim its name…
As the eyes of spirit
Watch on in bliss- appreciating
The sanctity of this blessed kiss.

Charleen Johnston 2003

Wakings that come like Storms

There are some Wakings that come like storms
Electro-swarms in magnetic forms
Dancing
On the tips of Hathor’s Horns
The Temple Priestess 
ReBorn
WideEyed and Me-oh-my
How Time Flies inside the Mind
Wandering Womb 
releasing
Blind sides of Ancient crimes
Buried within these patient Tombs
There are some Wakings that scream like pain
Neurolinguistic nails impaled in veins
Bleeding
And Seeding Stories in silent Shame
The Holy Harlot
Risen
OpenHearted as freedom Parts
The Seas of Self and Dwells in the Art
Of Body’s Bliss 
Burning
The rotting dross from the Fixed Cross
As the Flame is taught to rekindle the Kiss
As Magdalenes  Grail
Returns 
Opens the Urn
Blood flooding in rivers of nerves
As the Impaled Heart
And Mind
Are Healed and Heard….
The Chironic Wound sutured 
With the Salve of Spoken Words
As Pluto and Venus
 Sharing the Shroud
Awake and merge….
Heiros Gamos
Blessed and Bound
In Sacred Sound 
Dance
In Red Velvet
Underground
As 
New Life 
Stirs. 

Charleen Johnston
11-25-21

a crack in the sky

I slipped through a crack in the sky
Tripped right over my own silly I
And plummeted
Through the atmosphere
Of dancing atomsHere 
Mapping tears as Phos Fears
Wrath and mirrors
 Refracting Errors
As Eros Arrows begin to fly 
Aimed at Body as Blind Mind tries
To hold on
Hold out
Hold still as Tempest rages about
Weightless Images in cages
Break the lock
And find their way out, in…
Eyes of Mages and Pupils 
And Sages
Wake with the shock 
Of the skin 
As it begins to peel
Away from the clock tocking within
The rhythm of Opening
And closing
Pounding it’s poultice and pouring
Its Salve at ions Dreaming
As men
And women
Dressed as Time
Spiral path in precious Flesh
Dancing thru the Annals of Spine
My oh my
The journey tries my Patience
As I Let Go, satiated by the Doctors
Cosmic Order….the Flow
Aeons of tight fisted History
I now come to Grips With…
I hit the Smooth surface 
Of my Mothers Womb…. 
Taste the salty brine and prepare
To slip through  
SineWave Lips
Soft as sultry hips that shimmy
And shimmer as Soul unfolds in bloom
A Sacred Intention to Serve This
Body of Being 
As I am Birthed from the Dark Deep See
Into the Light of a New Me 
that Bleeds 
Stories and Deeds filled with the Perfume
Of the Divine embrace
Shiva and Shaktis infinite Delight
Making Love from the Loom
Of Time and Space. 

Charleen Johnston 
10-25-21

The Vestement

Model Reese Miller/Couture Fashion Charleen Johnston/Photography Charleen Johnston 
I make my way inside, the tomb
and rise
again
from feelings that flew too close
to you,

torn from the womb, tethered hands
sworn to illumine weathered lands

and i crash again
back into 
seed

full thrust while blossoms
bleed
life into the few
of the
new breed

that makes its way thru density
seizing sight, thru intensity
of light
that makes it all grow

up and away from the roots that 
know...

breaking tearing swearing making
moods that fade too soon
foods that make new moon

out of fragments that form too loose
sometimes

to hold the rhyme inside,
tucked beneath the rising tide
of things we share
and things we hide

waiting for the revelation
to seep up from our pores
into our mind
tending the sores that
stifle the times which await birth
here 
in the name of earth
in the name of the mother
in the name of the bearing 
and the burdens of Other
ways

to see here, to know here, to feel 
hear and peel clear
of stagnant flesh

saturation 

the sudden dawning
e v o l u t i o n
and 
i n v o l u t i o n

POISED

between worlds in balance
minds of latency
bending and twisting

and T
U 
R 
N
I
N
G
back
upon
itself

remembering the white shroud which once it wore
swore to remain unstained
but the blackened charred robe of the stars
of the wisdom of moments 
tore thru that fantasy
to create a dream
so real
it s e e m s to feel
its own thrust 
in the darkness
of the blinding light 
beckoning sight
into
existence.

Resistance repeats 
cyclic defeats
and victories 

mysteries mana urging us on
toward the breathing pull
of the sun
as it
rocks
a n d
cradles
its child
gently beneath the vestment
of LIFE.

Charleen Johnston  2004

⌛️✨🃏 Time is Now Is Time 🃏✨⌛️

Daimons Embrace

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.

Charleen Johnston 
10-2-21

Bond of Breath

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

Charleen Johnston
9-30-21

Shiva & Shakti

Time and Space are not different but constitute the active and passive, the expressive and receptive, the electrical and magnetic aspects of the same reality. Time consists of currents in space and space forms the background and latent energy of time.

S p a c e. I n. M o t i o n. I s t i m e & t i m e a t r e s t
I s. S p a c e.
In this regard, Space is eternal and time is unbounded.

Space consists of sound or vibration which is the Seed of Time. From that time-space vibration all mantras abide as the root ideas of the Cosmic Mind. Sound upholds Space and imparts meaning to all existence. Sound creates Time as the basic movement of the breath. From the unmanifest sound of space arises the manifest sound of air, which is the movement of space. Out of the sounds of air all other sounds are created. The mind has its own special space that holds all words, sound and meaning.

~David Frawley
The Movement of Space is the dance of the cosmic air or Vayu, from which the breath or Prana of Shiva arises. The Breath of Shiva creates time, which is transformational movement in space. The Mind is our inner Space in which our own life-energy moves. Yet air and Prana as the movement of space are also Time. They create their own times and the lifetimes of both all creations and all worlds.

Prana, Pranava, Akasha, and Kala or primordial life energy, sound, space, and time are ultimately one and intimately related as powers of consciousness. Each is a manifestation of the other. Each is contained within the other. And through mastering one, the others can be mastered. Time is a manifestation of space and carries the energy of Prana or the Universal life. Time is the divine word or Pranava that directs the destinies and karmas of all creatures and all worlds. The energies of Time, Sound, and Prana are but the vibrations of Spacebsnd one with it.

David Frawley
The Power of Time ( Kala Shakti) is the Goddess Kali, who is the power of action ( Kriya Shakti) in the universe bringing about the full unfoldment of the cosmic dance of Shiva. The original power of action does not simply promote any type of activity but energizes the evolution of consciousness. Kali is also the Prana Shakti as the power of eternal life that overcomes all death and limitation.

Kali is Shivas own Shakti or the power of Shiva in his own nature, his ability to be himself. Kali is ultimately the timeless presence of the supreme space of Being into which everything is dissolved.

~David Frawley
Shiva as eternal time is the energy that dances on the stage of Shiva that is infinite space. Time is the movement of Space, the waves formed on the ocean of space, which is the dance of Shiva. The dance of time is Shivas fiery dance of dissolution, his Tandeva or dance of thunder, high also has its power to create, preserve and transform, as well as to ripen and mature.

~David Frawley