I Own it All

( sneaky picture my college roommate took while I was passed out In My bed 1998)

I Own it All….
It was bought ensouled
It was brought from lead
Right into gold
As I smashed walls
Between
Me
And the bed I made
To make
A soul.

I Own it all….
I own the Apple
And the Fall
I byte the Core
And Process the raw
Datum
Flung from the
Stratum that Spells
Out Laws
As cause and effect
Erects A wall
Between
Me
And the Dream
I made
To make
A soul.

I Own it All.

CLJ 2-10-25

Freshly Fingered Fabrics

Freshly fingered fabrics
lapse into gentle silence,
those fraudulent fabrications
that twist into violence
and disappear
have dragged tear by tear
down my cheek registered fear
among all but the meak
The brave, they say, is
the true slave
to fantasy.....But I
pledge myself to anonymity
suffering gently these
sweet thorns that are born
from trying too hard
from crying too loud
aching and waking and forsaking
the crowds
sweet appraisal;
The damsel is silent, in distress
underdressed in her amnesty...
this distant hypocrisy
forgets me
and I swerve to define this
line of my observations
this truth of my inner nation
proclaiming itself to be
free
mired in mud
transpired in blood
higher than the seers
who predicted the flood.
Babble on....sweet priest
deceive the ignorant on the streets
of Babylon
anoint your tampon and slide in
to plug up
the slut of your ideology
to stop the flow
of connection of energy
from the heart of god
to the god of Earth
who whispers secrets
in the form of Birth.

Charleen Johnston
11.27.2002

Crazy Little Girl

Crazy Little Girl


eyes cold as ice
a storm in another time
peering at the dreams
frozen in rhyme
Madness makes masters
of men who wake up
learning from the dreams
that free them from the muck

crazy little girl
crazy little girl
paranoid
hypnotized by the world
swept away
swept away
lost inside the void

A heart as warm as fire
burning- alone, alone
dreaming, flying higher
outside the lines she roams
wake up, wake up
see the inner skies
awaken your fragile heart
for freedom from their lies

Crazy little girl
crazy little girl
lost inside her world
freedom without
freedom within
wake up, little girl
let the world in.


4-21-2000

Blessed New..::..

🔥✨Every year I undertake to begin teaching myself something new, establishing a new intimacy with some beckoning beauty of experience through the somatic vessel …. The piano has been whispering to me lately to actually participate in its secrets… so will see what happens::::  

As for deeper intentions for the unfolding of Life in this grand adventure, amidst all the theatrical Stages of Times Dance with Space… I ask not for a life free of obstacles or challenges or pain or suffering and I ask not for protection or ease or even for any abundance that is not already a part of my own woven Destiny….:but I ask that I may have the Courage to face what is my own further initiations in this Play, the Wisdom to discern what Is and Is Not mine to carry or to create, the Honor to to witness my sons blossoming into manhood and all the joy and suffering that befall the journey into that unknown, and the Humility to always be aware of how deep in the black moist fertile soil of the Mothers Compost I am rooted, so that the Promethian spirit can continue to unfold wings through my Self as it Plays at Being a Me in this Dream. ✨🔥🪷🙌🪷🔥✨

Untangle from the Nous

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~s
&
You~s

As Bodies lie bruised
Shaken from truth
As soul
Let’s loose
It’s claims
Of
Youth

Charleen Johnston
12-4-24

Pirimi Gördüm

👁️✨ P i r i m i. G ö r d ü m ✨👁️

🔥 Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,
but genuine pain doesn’t live in the spirit,
nor in the air, nor in our lives,
nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.
The genuine pain that keeps everything awake
is a tiny, infinite burn
on the innocent eyes of other systems. 🔥

~Federico García Lorca

Bugün ben pirimi gördüm
Pirin esigi güldür gül
Egildim yüzümü sürdüm
Pir'in etegi güldür gül
Gülden terazi yaparlar
Gülü gül ile tartarlar
Gül alirlar gül satarlar
Çarsi pazari güldür gül
Gülden degirmeni döner
Nun ile gül ügünür
Akar arki döner arki
Bendi pinari güldür gül
Gel ha, gel ha, can
Hatayi dostun nefesi güldür
gül
Su öten garip bülbülün
Derdi figani güldür gül

Written by Fuat Talay & Mads Nordheim

Music by Fuat Talay & Mashti
Today I saw my pir
The pir's threshold is a rose,
a rose
I bent down and put my face on it
The pir's skirt is a rose,
a rose
They make scales from roses
They weigh roses with roses
They buy roses,
they sell roses
The bazaar is a rose,
a rose
The mill turns from roses
The rose whirls with Nun
The wheel of the stream turns
The spring of the dam is a rose,
a rose
Come, come, come, my soul
The breath of the friend
who made a mistake is a rose,
a rose
The strange nightingale that sings
The trouble of the lament is a rose,
a rose

Blood and Marrow

🌹🔥🌹
🌹🔥🌹

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 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 constriction 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 Yooer and the Lower and The middle realms and so I just 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 his own capacity for ignorance and knows 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.

10-18-24
My friends post that my response is in reference to.
another way of saying what I expressed, is that as a Waving Being who Becomes Particular….in this journey of Embodiment through the entire Spectrum of Light and Frequency….. is that I am in the Prizm Cell of All my Lives in All Realities, in All Times and Spaces……expressing through this Body, Now, which is made up of All of Me~s, all the Cell.ves and Organ~I~zed Cohesions holographically ….  
In terms of Light…
Infrared all
The way thru UltraViolet….we also Embody as Sound and All variations of frequency.

Infrared penetrates all the way thru Earth and hence Body, ‘the smokeless fire’…..the realm of the Djinn….. that is where we have the Dark parts of ourCellves ….not Evil…..Darkness and of a different spectrum …..Ultraviolet more akin to our Angelic SidesOfSelf..,;;

When we seek the UV and demonize the Infrared, we get trapped in the Prizm of our own fragmentation…..we disown a huge amount of the deepest aspects of Being, whilst grasping for the Angelic Aspects: They have their Realms for a reason.:::::.

When I speak of going deep into the underworld, to mine the treasures of Pluto/Hades in the darkest layers of Self trapped and submerged and cast off in this infinite journey, I speak of going into the Infrared WaveForms of Self that are as much Me as the UV or higher vibration LightWaves that are of a very different nature, but equally Me.

Fire & Light

Is a poetic way of playing with it

In my lifetime of ‘out of Body’ experiences and traversing in the high frequency Light of detachment and lucidity, the permeations are very different than when I go deeply ‘in body experience’ which is raw and primal and Fiery and red heat of Feeling….

Our Bodies give us a Playground where we bring All
Of these Refractions of Self into one Expression , as a Tether, if you will, to Come To Terms With Self
Literally
To Bring to Term
Our Self
Like a Mother carrying
To term
Her Baby

New creation.

The more we Integrate and ReClaim all the fractured frequencies that
issue From our own Spark of Existence as a Being Who Is,

The more we Free those frequencies to Nourish all
Of Bodies In all
Of Times.

If the very Elementals/elements that make up my fleshly abode are brought into a cohesive net of Understanding and Loving Awareness, as they go on in their journey and become part of other bodies and abodes, they themselves are able to bring healing …

Like the Dwarves who live deep in earth and who are like elementals in a sense

And Elves who are like the perfected or angelic higher selves

And the HuMan, here in the Middle Earth,

Thigh we are all of them
Depending on which Angle
Of the Arc
We Shine our I’s
From

🔥⭐️🔥

The Poison is the Cure

‘Voluptas lies curled in the womb of Psyche’….. Old painting of mine from 2009)
“The Poison is the cure”

Let me say it again: the result is not merely the objectification of subjective "me-ness," but the objectification of its material basis. This has been dissolved, calcined, tortured, putrefied, and distilled to a clarity that can be completely seen through, as if it were not there at all, not a speck of literalism remains, not even spiritual literalism. The libidinal compulsion, the organic towardness of hope and desire that would always go further for a faraway grail, turns around on itself and dissolves
itself. The snake eats its own tail-another goal image of deconstructive subversion. The snake of healing, transformation, and rebirth, the goals most dearly desired, and the artifex's obedient service, all dry to dust, mineralized. The uroboric motion poisons (iosis) the very idea of cure. Or, poison is the cure.

What is actually accomplished by the alchemical work? According to my psychological fantasies, it is the objectification of the libido-our lives are not our lives. The alchemical goal is the realization in its complete sense of Freud's "object libido," The libido as a cosmic erotic dynamic that permeates the world because it loves the world of matter, even though it has been caught in the personal delusions of subjectivity, so that we believe we love the world, or can be improved or instructed to love the world. Whereas it is the object libido that loves the world
through us, despite us. The anima in chains in the matter of "me, " and we place it there each time as we ask psychologically, what is the matter
with me? Alchemy answers, saying: you, I, everyone, the world is matter, elemental material, and we indulge in the materials, as the artifex in the laboratory, all along believing that you are working on you, your life, your relations, your processes until the day dawns, aurora. You awaken within the idea of the goal, the goal not somewhere else out there calling for attainment, but you are within the idea. But because the mind is still trapped in me-ness, we shamelessly assert that the idea is in me when your mind is in the idea. You awaken to the recognition that you are already in that stone, mineralized, stoned out of your mind.

If my reading is on track and the telos or "that for the sake of which" is the de-subjectification of the object libido, then we are obliged to imagine resurrection from this vantage point, which hardly conforms with a
Christian reading of either alchemy or resurrection. For now resurrection would indicate not the confirmation throughout eternity of the personal subject and its body saved from the world and the devil of its flesh but rather the resurrection of the body of the world with an idea to its eternity. Not the lifting, the Aufhebung, of material worldliness but the
full realization of desire for a world that pulsates in the materials of the elemental psyche, those substances that compose the stone and give it its
enduring life, a realization that the world itself speaks through the desire in the materials; that desire is the language of the world, that the libido of each individual human is indeed a cosmic force, an eros or object libido which yearns toward and enjoys this world. And we who labor in the garden as if it were a stony ground would find our individual resurrection
in attachment to our materials, which are the world's body, this body becoming a jardin des délices, the objectification of pleasure.

Object libido finds its pleasure in the other, the object, the world as a body. This dry term "object libido" calls for a moistened language. Terms
such as cosmogonic eros, desire, jouissance, or unus mundus cannot do justice to what is implied. Libido brings with it the aura of pleasure and the Aphroditic world of the senses. Did not Plotinus attribute to Plato the idea that the soul is always an Aphrodite, which suggests that we cannot adequately speak of the libidinal soul without shifting immediately to an
Aphroditic language? Then we would imagine that this libidinal drive throughout the whole opus of soul-making and its increasing love has as its goal a resurrection in beauty and pleasure, and we would realize that even such terms as opus and operatio are work-words which distort the libido's nature. The Christianization of alchemy nonetheless retains
the Aphroditic vision in the images it presents. She is the Golden One, the pearl is her jewel; the rose, her flower; the bath and the copulations in the bath of the Rosarium, her liquid territory. The translation of sensate images into spiritual value, as if a lifting improvement to the higher realm of Aphrodite Urania, succeeds only in losing the very sensate attraction
of the goal as a pleasurable pull toward beauty. Hence Ficino, Valla, and other Renaissance Platonists insisted that Voluptas is nearer to the life of the spirit than the middle region or mediocrity of ataraxic rationality. Voluptas, according to Apuleius, lies curled in the womb of Psyche and comes to birth only after all psychological effort is passed.

~James Hillman

Nekyia

( my art from one of my old
Dream journals)
This is the Nekyia,  the night sea journey through the underworld made also by Odysseus, Aeneas, and Hercules, and by Eurydice, Inanna, Persephone, Psyche, by Orpheus, by Christ. Whether this underworld is frigid and ghastly or burning with the hots of hell, it is a realm characterized by temperatures suitable only for demons, ghosts, heroes and heroines, goddesses and shades who are no longer altogether of the upper world. Outsiders. Marginals. Alchemy is a profession of marginals; those at the edge. Those who live from their own fires, sweating it out, self-sustaining their own temperatures which may be at variance with the collective climate.”

James Hillman, Alchemical Psychology