A poetic Visual Journey through Andrei Tarkovsky
















Love is Free~Life is Play
A poetic Visual Journey through Andrei Tarkovsky

















Pssssst......
The Crazy you See is the Crazy you Are
Fragmented Fallacies Falling apart
Failed the Test, you See, this Weeping World
Reflecting the invective
Within your heart
Hidden from your own Lazy Eye
That Wanders yonder to that Other Guy
Who plays the Starring Role
Of the Splinter in the Pupil of
your own Hazy I
Psssst.....
The Masses chose to Sleep In
Hit snooze
On the Alarm
And Roll up the Sleeve and
Tighten the Noose
As the Needle
Enters
the Vain Intent to Harm
Psssst.....
There is only One Way Out
Of This Charade
There is Only One Way Out
Of the Bed That 'We' Made
The Body
Demands to be Seen
The Only Saviour in this Dream
Is your Own Courage
To Enter the Seams
And reMember you are Infinite
UnLimited
And CoCreating this Bleeding
Scheme
Pssssst.....
The Cartoon has become so outlandish
Simply
To reflect back to you
The Desperate Drama
Inside of You
Charleen Johnston
2-28-21

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.
11-25-21

Tell me, Sweet Love
Where does the Mourning go
when the New Sun ushers in?
These mists fade before my eyes
I am steadied by the cries
of the wild, the untamed
where lie the bones of other days
and other ways.
Fragment by fragment
I put the puzzle together, to gather
the trust and the truth of the
Mother; to feel the looseness
of the spirit when free.
My beautiful one,
where will we lay our heads
when night stalks
the landscape with dreams
and escapades and whisperings?
Where will our feet find rest
beyond the nest
of our own great solitude,
beyond the realm of the
Maddening Moon?
Tender kisses sent like rain
to stain your lips and to flame
your heart,
twas you that broke
the bread, that cried in pain,
that wandered wounded Time
and Again....
sit down. Lay your
weary bones to sleep
and wonder silently of the
beckoning Deep.
Just hold the mirror close to
your Face, every line
and every crease
and every scar have written You
like poetry, played you
harmoniously; See the light
reflecting from your eyes,
penetrating any disguise...
This is where we dwell.
This is where we dwell.
December 5, 2002
Charleen Johnston

The Vestement
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 victorys
mysterys 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

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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.
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( original breaking news story from a handful of years ago……)
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👁 back to your normal programming 👁

I am perched upon a precipice of power
Am peering patiently into this passing hour
The tocking time that tics up my spine
Staff of sovereignty claiming Heart and mind
Of the fluid and fluctuating seams I was born
Hermes psychopomp between the worlds
I straddle horizons between wake and dream
Am flowing in glowing neural streams
The initiation of Jestation in Times domain
Quicksilver deliverer who delves into Pain
Flow inTense Knowing inSense Saturation
I humbly accept growing adept in Saturns Fixation
Am making my Vow to die in Battle, reborn
The oath of Thoth, from the womb Torn
Messenger who travels thru Linguistic threads
Of synaptic rapture as bliss of bodies embed
Mind and Time and Space and Rhyme
I spin the serpent staffs in waves of Sine
Am oozing thru this glowing glue of fluid truth
The ether twists of Knowing age and youth
Trickster Playing games with pure perception
Who pries open I~s asleep to deception
Sews and grows the stitches and seams
The flowing roads to the richest of dreams
Patterns the passions and purpose and pain
Into Mattered Moments moving thru Veins
Faces and games and containers for rain
And mysteries magic sacred and profane
Names and numbers for all but the One
I am the messenger who delivers the Sun
Am the swift footed father of playful Pan
The temptation of sensation of magic Man
Initiate to mind as it moves thru Ether
Who loosens the noose of Io~s tight tether
Twists the fists with his serpent staves
Matter in patterns of particle and wave
Into lifetimes and light rhymes and bold
Spaces for grace and beauty to unfold
To honor the throne as Jester to the king
Play is the way and light is the plaything
The maze is a stage for unraveling dazed
Neural pathways entwined in minds haze
Codes imploding from outmoded games
Awakening hearts shaken from shame
Within this shared cocreative dance
As the quake of the year breaks the trance
Lunar reflection, the Mage in the mirror
Nodes of infection engage the terror
Square and circle , point and line
The marriage of heaven and hell in time
Spin the wheel and find the center
Of Beings great Beauty, now Enter
Plural passions are all just passing
Roads of fashioned masks of Essence
That make you forget your Eternal Flame
Begin This Moment and ReMember your name
And even the Time of unveiling will Be
End and Beginning, infinitely Free
In joyful prelude to a new swim in the See
Twisting Tendrils of trickster Hermes
Synods of souls Alive in the Flesh
Again and again our minds enmeshed
And I am the psychopomp of pain and play
Again I Am, Jester Gestating the New Day.
Charleen Johnston
12-31-20
First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme
MindSight is 2020, Farewell Waker of Beauty


Pssssst.......you're falling right into the trap
Your tears of. J o y
Dancing. In S t r e e t s
Your perceived high. In tell i gence
You. Are. Clamoring. Inside the ploy
You are Meat for the feast
You dangle
From the Chain of a stopwatch
Toc tic tocking down
The Game. Has just begun
You failed the test
With every attack and fact
Checked
The beast grows larger and swallows you
There are no winners
InDigNations fate is spinning
And you are trapped in the vortex
Of Assimilation at astounding rate
The rage will bleed From
Self proclaimed Victims
And the Agitaters
Will do what they have always done
Incite the Masses
Who cry. Tears. Of. Joy. Now
Tears of terror and hatred later
As the beast they feed within themselves
Turns its ugly head
As the red hand rises
And the fist attempts to strangle
What's left
Of an Organic. Human. heartbeat
And You
Danced in the streets
Believing you defeated the beast
But the Mirror
Of th I
Is terrifying
When you finally look inside
Charleen Johnston 11-8-20

🦂At This Very Moment In Time Space … we are on a Precipice…. The fusion of… distorted versions of Organic/Inorganic ways of Being in this Wor(L)d..
…in the Beginning was the Word…
And the word was With God
……………………………………………………………………(El)
And the Word Was God
And the Spell(inG) was Cast
Over the Mass and Crowds in Vast
PrisMs as the EL⚡️Mag Waters Rise Fast
Within the DeoxyRib.E Oh Defrag the hard.drive
And Fasten your Seatbelts
The Dark Man Dwells
In the Space
We
Circle
Time
(&Time Again)
If you can see the Puer and Senex in the Language of these Dreamings
You are walking the road of deCoding the Anguished tangles of the Seaming Seeds
The El and the Mag(dalene)(netic)(ician)(
Dance dance dance
Break the trance
Wake the snake
That shakes and quakes
Within Matter &
CircumStance
CLJ 11-4-21

As I woke in the middle of the night, tangled in hypnagogic bleed-throughs as Previous Me~s in Cyclic read-throughs…. I came back over and over again to myself being Drawn-and-Quartered…. As well as ‘DisMembered’ ….and variations of such….As the crowd looked on. Literally Pulled Apart. I’ve been doing intense Somatic Trauma Work lately ( again) as my inner Blueprint is pushed by the transiting Planetary Gods into Letting Go… Letting Go of the Stories deep within my Cell.ves that keep my body and mind in a State of PulledApartNess. Stuck in the Kinetic Underworld where I’ve locked away Memories so disIntegrating for so many lifetimes and fractal LandMines… that this Entire Incarnations Intention is bound up with Putting MySelfs Back ToGather aGain.
As I tossed and turned unable to fall back into Dream, my mind kept ruminating in my wrists, and the pain, of all my joints and connective tissue, a lifelong issue of Hypermobility and mutation of CollagenCreating which means all my joints sublux constantly, slip in and out, trying to DrawAndQuarter me over and over again til I finally look deeply enough to ConnectTheIssues of these Fascial Tissues and Put mySelfs Back ( literally) together again
My flexibility a gift and a curse… my joints held together by pure force of Muscular Will… which equates to constant muscular tension and alignment issues….when I stop doing the bodywork I need to do, every day, to keep myself Flowing and functional…. I pay. The Deep Trauma Memories stored inSide, are now asking to fully reLease.
And bleed throughs of All kinds of Tangled Lives and Times are Arising.
Deep, Intense Self Trigger Point work is my Grace…. Going into the pain and buried strains…. Seeking it out, and pressuring with pulsation to Let Go. It’s a religious experience for me, sometimes 5 hours at a time of Trance Trigger Descent, to complete the whole body, entering hallways and mazes of Soul, the Underworld where Fragments of My Being are Held….
All these things passing thru me in the middle of the night, and I realize I need to look at my last nodal cycle transit… 19 years ago… when Ketu last passed over my Sun/Uranus(trauma) conjunction in the first house( body) ….and I suddenly jump up, and go to my journals. So many transits affecting me in this very moment, all
Related to a LettingGo of some serious Stuff.
I grab a journal somewhat at random.
It’s the exact time period I was thinking about. Haven’t looked through it in a long time. Opened it up, and the first page Felt like a message I coded to myself years ago, for this very moment of reMembering. Literally. putting my Members back together. Gathering my Appendages and reSeaming myself. To stop the Somatic Pulling apart, the Center Won’t Hold, as long as these memories are buried.
Drawn and Quartered. In front of the Crowd. Among other things. ‘Yet for a time my hands were crippled’ .
The panic ( ah, the God Pan when he is not Faced and Fluidly Friended) of my wrists subluxing completely and losing my ability to create.
The following photos are from the Journal, and my Soul insisted on my reading it at that very moment.
In Pans Night.
CLJ 1-9-22





















