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.
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.
I am in the Grip.... The soft lips of silence Parting To receive me The deep longing of reMemberence Grieves And delivers the Seething Wet tip of the daimons Embrace Inside this rushing River Of Time and Space As the trip Within Begins Peeling the Skin away Cracks in the blackened Facade Tremble in ecstasy The Nigredo of Alchemy Opening As two trapped Currents Seek amnesty In the Only Way That I~s can conceive Of Uniting In this Bleeding Dream... Penetration Intensity of Consecration... the Heart Of the Diamond Body Built from the Souls Transmutation....
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
I had so much fun making this little collection! Sometimes I get into a zone with certain pieces, and dont want to stop….which can be hard on the body considering the amount of work at a machine. I go from floor to sewing table back and forth, squatting and cutting etc, so that helps with the sitting, but its still a lot of pressure on my back.
The pieces always speak to me and tell me what they want to be, and sometimes I fuss and fuss with something, till I rip part of it away and go with something else, and it feels as if that was the Spirit of the piece trying to tell me that whatever I was doing was not Its Intention to Be. One of my favorite things to do is to upcycle t-shirts with funny, cute, unique, or inspiring things on the front, and turn them into playful dresses, tunics, or hoods. So this collection became the Garden of Gethsemane, in reference to some deeper esoteric stuff in our Dream these days, mixed with the fact I wanted to use a bunch of floral fabrics I had stocked up, as ruffled hems. So I went crazy with my cotton and elaborated on a design ive played with for some time now.
I like to make virtual fashion show videos to honor each collection, mostly for myself, and the creations…..they are like little children one births, and a video is easy to archive than a whole bunch of photos. Plus, they are fun to make, and really brings the spirit of the clothes alive. I can link them to my etsy listings so that interested viewers can see how the item of clothing moves on the body, etc, which photographs just cant accomplish no matter how great they are. So the whole Clothing process for me is many layered. If I dont stop myself from making a collection gigantic, it is overwhelming trying to get everything ready for listing( photographing, video, measuring, inspecting, tagging for the Warehouse Art Gallery, listing to Etsy…..and thats all AFTER the sewing itself is completed). But when I look at a pile of things that exist that were not there before, seeing colors and patterns and textures patchworked in playful and vibrant ways that give new life to the materials they are made from, that had been abandoned to their demise, along with all the stories held in their seams….I experience an ecstatic bliss that is not unlike when I dance in trance in embodied mediation. Sometimes as I am at my machine, I am overcome by surges of Joy and even surprise, I am in the Flow state, and am so ridiculously grateful that I took the risk all those years ago to Live the Life I Love, to sacrifice all for the sake of Creation and Expression and Embodiment of my Spirit in Play, and to have the great blessing to earn my meager living from my own hands, as my own boss, on my own Time, and by sharing my gifts with the world.
I have much to say about the act of fabricating itself, and the art of the Seamstress, which is a shamanic thing really, and as Time opens its mouth to let me breathe into it more and more, I will slowly fill the threads of this Ether Web with my Musings. For now, here is the video for my latest collection, all available on Etsy or locally at the Warehouse Art Gallery.
I cannot answer questions for You....but I have found some answers for Myself. i have not done this thru reading or believing anything at all, or accepting any kind of doctrine. i have done this thru experiential traveling and participation in planes beyond this one, realities on the periphery of this one, ways of using consciousness that give one a sense of 'knowing' that resonates not only thru the body mind and soul but thru the fibers and appendages that connect us with each and with All. For me, that is not an abstract thing. it is a palpable thing. And the Meaning is, for Me, simply What I Am Doing At Any Moment. To live on purpose, according to what someone else sees as your purpose, is not the same thing as resonating moment to moment in ways that open your consciousness and awareness to More of the All that is OutInandThru T/Here.............and there may be a translation of energies into 'chemical impulses'......but that does not make the translatingEntity i.e the ParticleAspectOfWaveSelf any less a Creator/CoCreator with the LifePulse of Life. You take a vibration and form it into a sound, and then form the sound into complex words. one could say that our communications are meaningless because in reality they are just a jumble of SoundProcesses......and there is my point I suppose......that there is an immense and unfathomable Matrix of Energy that we exist within and Through.......to PLAY with those energies consciously, moment to moment, and to expand the capacity to take into Self more and more of those energies CONSCIOUSLY.......is for me, the 'purpose'..........we have these unbelievably amazing TranslatorsOfBeing that we Work thru, called Selves, and we get the opportunity to cast the OneSelf into SoManySelves and Games that for me, it is a treat and a beauty and a fundamentally mysterious and blissful HONOR to participate in this. Whatever It Is. You can only Know by going In or Thru..........and then.....it is not about accepting a belief or a religion or a spiritual path, it is about Vibrating at the Particular Pattern of Youness that is Your Focus Now.......and if you do that....as far as I am concerned, there is no Question about What You Shall Do With This Moment.
“It is when we act freely, for the sake of the action itself rather than for ulterior motives, that we learn to become more than what we were. When we choose a goal and invest ourselves in it to the limits of concentration, whatever we do will be enjoyable. And once we have tasted this joy, we will redouble our efforts to taste it again. This is the way the self grows.”
Breath and Sexual Energy,
when used with an awareness of the VAST
power and bliss contained within,
are tools that can propel one into the
Multiverse,
When the Body is used as a crucible
for the fiery elixir,
its true purpose and magnificence
become obvious;
Do you Innerstand what a fabulous
electroMagnetic Generator you are Blessed
to inhabit and Infuse with?
Arouse yourself with crackling
Aliveness and Let Go into the
Great OneSelf....the power to
Create Worlds is Inherent within
the multifaceted Layers of You <3<3<3
Breathe.......&.......Smile
A truly embodied person is a fractal of Nature. We can open ourCellves up to vibrate in unison with Natures myriad wonders. The kind of ecstasy that comes from being in the Flow of nature and in the Present moment, open to the Magic and Awe of existence, is truly shattering to our limited small-self concepts. No external substances necessary to feel the Bliss of altered states when one reMembers how to use the Body and the Body of Earth. My heart is so full of gratitude and Joy For this sacred Play I call my Life The Journey that sprays sunsRays over my face in this compressed vehicle of creative bliss…. This bodily form… The Cellves Within Me oscillate in such prayer and Thanks, to behold the Beauty of Nature that surrounds me, the generosity and support of the Hearts that Ground me in the HereNow of Utter Wow….. Today I am bursting with the powerful spirit of the Smile, dripping in golden streams from my humbled brow…. What sanctified Grace Embraces Me ….Thank You….. For the opportunity to share Space in this Playground … ARISE with me Our Eyes will Be A Rising See Our I’s Between Waves of Dream Beckoning New Ways to Free The Web of Seams That Play the We InFinite Streams That Bleed
Charleen Johnston12-26-19
This year has been pretty intense, on many levels, and I celebrate the emergence from the chrysalis that I have been pupating in......ready to flap my little wings into the Ethers this year, and charge my spirit with the solar rays of Joy and Abundance, and with the luna rays of Insight and Imagination......this year will be a year of UtterlyPreposterousCreation......So much to focus on and bring into HuManifestation......So many patterns and past habits and ways of relating to Let Go Of, and So many New and Ruacously Rowdy ways of Loving My Fellow Bliss Ninjas to Explore and Expand. Time to tap into my huge reservoir of Energy and Power and rise to the challenge of transforming my self on a fundamental, cellular, Etheric level.....so that I can meet head on, the new cycle that is Implementing Itself into the Consensus Reality we call Life.......No time left for Crutches or Addictions, especially remnants of Negative Thinking and Ways of Relating that are not in Tune With the Vibration of Vibrancy that is seeking to Transform me into a Dakini of the Dancing Flames.....Ninja of Consciousness.....Bliss Bearer of the Bountiful Borderlands of Beauty...Shaman of the Shining Star of Sensual Serenade.....Punk Rebel of the Ridiculous and Absurd.... My Wish for All, is for each to Tap Into the Seed of Authenticity that is aching to burst thru the stubborn structures that have been created in order to KeepLifeOut, and to Claim your SacredWisdom and Honor the Self the Soul the Spirit the Sensual Birthright that can Open You to as much Abundance and Fulfillment as you can possibly hand. The Multiverse is Bursting and Begging you to accept the absolute Generosity Bestowed from Her Overflowing Bounty. Abandon Fear, and Accept Love. Dance to Become Yourself..........and Touch all you know and all you meet and all you love and all you see and all you wish to Become.....with Grace Joy Bliss Patience Beauty Absurdity and Forgiveness. You WILL be amazed at what comes when You Are Truly Alive and Living In the Present..........LIVE INTENSELY. FEEL EVERYTHING. ~S M I L E ~ AND ~
B R E A T H E~
“How we feel about ourselves, the joy we get from living, ultimately depend directly on how to the mind filters and interprets everyday experiences. Whether we are happy depends on inner harmony, not on the controls we are able to exert over the great forces of the universe. Certainly we should keep on learning how to master the external environment, because our physical survival may depend on it. But such mastery is not going to add one jot to how good we as individuals feel, or reduce the chaos of the world as we experience it. To do that we must learn to achieve mastery over consciousness itself.”
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