Love is Free~Life is Play
Over and over they walk into the Trap
Under hypnosis ….Minds under Rapt
Entranced in Denial and playing the Part…
The Game doesnt End til Awareness Starts
Stuck in programming and battered by fear
Believing their Eye.I sees the ‘Why’ Clear
Each Side divided and Masked in the Mirror…
The Shame doesn’t End til the Blame deParts
Charleen Johnston 6-6-20
Art by Joel Peter Witkin
Hold yourSelves accountable my Friends
Your etherNets are holding you In
Breath no longer on You can depend
It’s trapped gasses are masking the Lens
Coming soon to a theatre near You, Truth
Soon the Noose is too tight to cut loose
The fight in your blood, the flight of your tears
Next in line please, 6 feet under Dirty Fears
Installment of Barbed Wire inside your Mind
The mission statement of Ties that Bind
Panic to paranoia to participation in Rape
Room to Escape from the Lies that drape
The soft cloak of terror over your soul
Key to the kingdom hiding in the Whole
To Speak freely and seek freedom Within
Hell as the Spells build Shells around Men
Locked inside electroGenetic technoSkies
Inside Minds blinded by rising tides in disguise
Strangled by dangling delusions of death
Cells compelled to sell their breath
In desperation, inDigNations Fate waiting
Tangled truths twisted by hate in baited
Minds of 01010001111 binary blind spots
The preProgrammed Plot thickens like snot
Flocks mocked in rotting sickness and pain
And clotting like broken neural codes of Brain
Herd huddled in hushed whispers and hiding
In virtual Veins that Bleed, fallow Seeds riding
Shock Waves from crest to shore as Tests
And Blessed Pores Open for more Infested
Horror to drain the Soverign Selves of Man
Within the Collective Decay as time Spans
The Periphery, demands that history repeat
Blocked Pathways as Power plots defeat
Nerves frazzled and bedazzled by Light
Of Illusion refracted from mirrored Delusions
Terror stricken and errors thickened by fears
They fomented, freedom they fled and tears
Chose to shed for blood they bled in vain
This is a test a push from the nest of thegame
There is no Power Greater than your Will
Are you Ready to steady the turning Wheel
No blame no shame no remnants or stains or
Victims are claimed in the Waking Story
The Path is Open the Road is Clear
Mind is aMazed when there is no Fear
Masks fall from Faces who Make the Choice
Silent Suffering transforms into True Voice
Symptoms subside and blind eyes can See
The Immortality of the I~s and the We~s
Puzzled Perceptions Pattern the Way
Pieces return to Wholes in the Play
Are You ready to Birth your own Being
In Brilliant Renewal, Fueling and Freeing
The Seed of your Seeing into the Spirit
Open to Infinity, open to Awe, We Are It
But we’ve forgotten, begotten blind Eyes
The Time has Come to ReMember and Fly
Poisoned hearts must remove the Shame
Bodies and Blood must purify the Pain
No ties can bind the One who Knows, Wakes
Longer cycles turning within Cosmic Makers
Coping with Eternity and Playing with Sight
With Wild and Wonderful Dancing Delight
Chaos of Creation Unfolds and Takes Stock
Of flowering Fields in ElectroMagnetic Flocks
Freedom is The Foundation for All to Play
And Play is the Passion to Pattern the Way
Freedom is the only true Path of Love
Of compassion that lasts and rises above
Self inDwelling in Shells of dense Desire
Too fractured in manufactured woven wires
Trapped by hired hands that block the bliss
Within a mapped-out scripted judas kiss
Their intent simply to help One ReMember
Prizm Sentence of Life as Burning Embers…
Cells as Selves Simply Dwelling in Deep
See? It’s All a Dream of I-s and We~s
1st word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme
Charleen Johnston
1-30-21
As the Implosion starts to gather velocity, reMember to find your Center...
If you're still ConFused and unsure what's Up or a Down, reMember the Ground... Of Being... Walk in the mud and grass with Bare Feet and lay belly to Dirt and hug your Maater, Nurture your microMatrix( body) and Nurture your macroMatrix(Earth) and unTangle the threads of your own Perceptions...don't get Lost in the Fog of all the Deception that surrounds and threatens to smother. The Web is Shaking, the ebb and Flow is making SineWaves of Yes and No.... Believe NoThing and Question EveryThing. Don't let the Distorted GateKeepers DieAgnose you.... Instead allow LiveA.Gnosis to lead you back to your Core....
Y o u. A r e. M o r e.
P o w e r f u l.
T h a n. Y o u. R e a l I z e
Y o u h e l p e d. B u i l d. T h i s. G a M e
N o w. I s
T i M e. I n
T h i sG u i s e. O f.
M i. N. D
✨🃏🌟👁💗👁🌟🃏✨
Charleen Johnston
Take a deep breath , folks,21st century Fox
Poppin off the top of this metropolis, Mocks
Your intelligence and plays on your emotions
So easily led and Fed the poisonous potion
Of political devotion gift wrapped with Shock...
Take a Deep Breathe and be ready to surrender
All the Scripts that rip right thru this Dyin ember
....
Step away from the Line, step away from the Lies
Every single scene is a Set meant for your mind
A studio Setting created just for the blind
Adherence to the program that steers your Lives....
It's not even abstract, not just metaphor...
A Literal Configuration of Lets Pretend Some More
Actors n Agents and Fictitious Stages
The masses addicted to social Graces from
Instagram faces in Media Contagion....
Bless Your hearts, my friends
Find your Center, Within
Everything else
Is a trick
Of the Lens
Charleen Johnston
January 7,2020
I like to mock the Mockingbirds
I like to poke the shocking nerves
I like to watch as the terror spits
Out from mouths and fingertips
Clickety clack the keyboard smacks
Lips flapping as vitriol cracks
The surface of the peeling sheath
That hides the blues and blood beneath
That boils with rage and scathing pain
As one-time-friends wrack their brains
To scold and shoosh and spitefully spray
Their 'told you sos' across the screens
Thinking that they're so darned clever
Forgetting that the pointing finger
Always aims straight toward the mirror
Of their very own demons hiding in fear
Afraid to admit they've been fooled again
By the test of the festering war within
That wears the masks of red and blue
Dressed up in fancy political suits
So lost in the drama they think it is real
The marionettes strings are tangled, my dears
The clarity is strangled by manipulated fear
You believe what you see, you see
Because the Net-Flicks the switch of Reality
And if its on a screen by golly it MUST Be
Real and sudden and Oh No, can you believe?
I saw it with my own two eyes! I swear!
See that footage, right there!!!!
I told you so! I told you they are bad'...now
cue the echo chamber as curtain goes down...
Start a new thread and congratulate yourself
For berating your fellows and falling in line
With the pre-programmed WashingOfMind...
You see, I'm mirroring the collective hypocrisy
In my raspy lambasting of this communocracy
Laugh at yourselves and remember you're human
Just like that other person that your poison is harming....
Charleen Johnston 1-6-21
A little flip book of pattern play….
Hidden agendas and timelines of pain
The master orchestrator always remains
The being that’s seeing thru the eyes in our brain
Majestic mazes of manipulated minds
Creating a Space that challenges Time
Eating images and projecting reality
Holographic breeding of dystopian fallacy
minds under siege as fearful hearts close
The challenge to balance the whys and woes
The fingers point outward in terrified blame
Initiating the lock on the grid of the game
The architect cleverly hidden inside
The engineers blueprints of cold dead light
The synthetic overlay ushered thru stages
As the prophets, poets, saints and sages
Paint the picture with poignant passion
Proclaim the Game as their Saving Mission
Whichever Timeline in the fractal you choose
There is no Final Boss Stronger than You
You will decide in each belief that you Eat
How the story goes whether loss or defeat
And when the jesters Chessboard is cleared
We’ll Play again with Tears and Years
To ReMember ones Power in the face of Pain
Is to Step into the Joy of Process again
To joyfully inhabit ones body and Place
To face The tangled web of Destinys Grace
Is to Simply reMember you Rolled the Dice
In the First Place
Charleen Johnston 1-5-2019
Imagine….How easily, the Transfer has happened, the downloaded Dimensional Devastation as Humans are Trafficked and Territory is reMapped and trapped in saturated frequencies of ghastly Stories of Limitation….
Imagine this….they Say….coders imploding DNA and neurolinguistically enfolding a New Way To Play This Game…mama and daddy holed up in static attics of decay labeled Nursing Homes and Centers for Elderly Stay…. No hope no more of touch or warmth Just a Cold Sterile Hand to help them to the Grave….no rope in the Storm to pull them to the banks of this River of Pain… We Step Aside…. Pretend to cry about this situation…. The InsemiNation of Artificial PlayStations where Creation springs from binary Minds and Satiation brings no Hope for the Scope of this Trick of Light…..
Imagine this…. Into Being…. They Say….. Knowing the glowing power of the Mind to Create inside the Lines they’ve sketched for your Lives….. But Weight…..Of Flesh is the Gate thats kept in Blessed Stasis , just a magic oasis for the baseless claims to take Hold, the Body is the Key to the Heart and the Soul…. And we’ve left our Mothers and Fathers Dying Alone in the Cold….The Disk Drive of the New Timeline rides on the Wiped Files of the Old…….
Imagine This…. They Say… It’s all for your Safety, stay brave and face this calamity behind 4 protected Bars of Irony, 5G(o)D will project it’s Tyrany in ways that make no Visible Waves , Dialed Up soldiers and Digital Slaves , the Progeny of Pornographic Passageways onto the Mass Stage of Awakening in these Last Days of Reckoning…..
Imagine This…. They Say…. Follow your Bliss this way…electroMagnetic Policy will Insure you remain Protected from Pain… No Stain on that soft Skin, their Claims will gather you In and keep you free from Sin, Sure…. Censored by Siri , Us vs Them in a teary Mirror of Theory that’s clearly mired in Sirius Error and Fallacy thats nearing Idiocy…..
Imagine This…. They say….knowing the Codes that Upload your DNA into the Clouds, the Eyes and the Nows are Portals that Round up the Number of Slumbering Souls that Allow this blundering highBrow crowd to Shroud the Skin of Human Men and Women who Stand up loud and proud to remain on the Ground Of Being, Bleeding and Feeling and Risking the peeling layers of decay, fearlessly slaying the predators who prey on the Shame and the Blame that is created from day One in this Game, resisting the blistering of the acid rain that eats away the brain of sane trains of thought…. Who cannot be bought and sold with cryptoGold and Mined and primed by artificial Lines of demarcation….. Masquerading as Salvation as the Battle begins for this metaphoric damNation….
Imagine This…. They Say…. Resistance is an insistence on endangering your neighbor, a crime to be enforced and punished by Angry gang bangers with trigger happy fingers waiting for the neural slice and splice of the Lightsaber Device that strangles organic Sight and paves the way for the GameChanger of digital deLight. Is this the Wager, is this the Fight? Is this the Dream that Mars the Night?
Imagine This…..they say….. Keep your Eyes on the mediaL Nerve…. But I Say … You Deserve Better…. DeServe unFettered Life that still bleeds and Sings Blessings Together in hordes of human Offering. Imagine Carefully…. I Say…. Because I Mages enCode the Wisdom of the Way and our Power is The Pinnacle of Creation in this Play.
Charleen Johnston
8-8-20
More and more Pre Script Scions
Attempting to make your Hu-
Manity.mility.mor. Take a further step
InSide the RoboTide of NanoInsanity
…../
‘AI MetaStatize i n g. your fretting mind
Begetting blind absorption
Who Needs a Heart
After all
Step inside the Modern Thrall
Y’all
Ah, the great dream of enforced Shared Resources that starts out as utopia and ends in desecration.... But I don't care how one defines the word, or what it's political association are or what idiosyncratic labels are tossed around ( as that is not what's important) , what I am interested in is the Context in which the Collectivism is Calculating Catastrophic Coercive Calamity upon the Consciousness of the Cowering Crowds , Crucifying the Common Creature who Craves the Cure and Clamors for Connection to the Conniving Hivemind which Assimilates on Autopilot the Awakening Awareness of Absolute Abeyance as Abortive Measures are taken to Shake the Imagination of the Individual who Wakens to Worldwide Whitewashing of the Impulse to Be. Free. Needlessly Imprisoned. In a Manufactured State. Of Mediocrity.
If one zooms AllTheWayOut to the tip of the Turtle Who Takes it All In, it is a Matter of OneBeingWakingToOnesOwnSelfDelusionsAndFearOfSoveriegnSelfAcceptanceOfPowerOfCreationByImaginalBioluminescenceWeildingTheWonderOfThePupilInTheCenterOfTheEyeWhoSeesAndDreamsTheChessboardInCyclesOfTime.AndHereinTheCrossroadOfTheSplitTimelinePresentsSelfWithOptionsForOpticalPerspectiveInvectivesWhichRoadToTakeWhenHeartIntendsToFindSelfInTime......
W e. A r e. A l l. F o o l s. W h o. I n. O u r. V i r t u e s. C a n. B e. F o u n d. I n. T h e. M o s t. U n u s u a l. S i t u a t i o n. P l a y i n g. J e s t e r. T o. T h e. C l o w n
Charleen Johnston 6-15-20
It's so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that's sinking
The twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that's blinking
On off on off on off up down in out all around
It's so shaky on the plank these days The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees through the frames we have Made
Oceans in motion rotating notations on the spindle in permutations of fading waystations that rekindle the lost coded programs that reinstate a shady satiation in slaves of I Am
The grave Danger of Buying In
To the Dialectic Demon Antiseptic in vying truths of Us versus Them Spitting Synthetic Synopsis into the Wind
Pitting mother against father against woman against man against black against white against blue against red The Prizm Guards rewarding the Obedience of blind adherence to the Program Lost Souls on a life raft asking the master Shall we Sink or Swim hungrily digging for a last morsel of truth Within
forgetting the parameters of the Play they coSigned and Designed and collaborated to bring online in an effort to Awaken the Sovereign Self That spins the Disk in the drive-thru trip of AllThatIs
Inside
Hiding
Waiting for a glimpse of reMemberance to twist the story into knots so carefully
Into thoughts that carry the weight of Glory and Dominion as the External Saviour Program Fades away and the true Divinity of Being in each Fractal of Seeing Comes out to Play
The sweet fragrance of Eyes in Yous taking the reigns of the coCreations in this Womb of Truth that births the Seeds in Time and Deeds that blossom into Selves so Free
That Each takes their Place in the Dream
And wakes the Warrior who Chooses to Be
A conscious coMingler in the WideOpenSee.
Charleen Johnston
9-25-20
BlissNinja