There is a Cataract in my I

There is a cataract in my I 
As a matter of fact
It’s a Matter of Why
It’s a Mystery hidden
in shattered
Minds
fractured Skulls
manufactured
EnMasse
MKUltra Doldrums
Programmed for the
Trumpets Blast
As Vying Vultures
Dine on dying cultures
In the Petri Glass

The Cloudy Retinas
Stare back at me
In disbelief
Regurgitated memes
Offer no relief
To the crowds
Who are gathered
In Ether Nets
Screaming loud
As broken necks
dangle
From the Nous
Of the tangled Hex

They stomp their feet
And loudly proclaim
It’s simply ‘climate change’
As the simple software
In their simple
Brains
Cling to their masters
Who programmmed the Game
‘Take my Vote take my Vote!!!’
As the holes are drilled
In their leaky boats
As their souls are filled
With anecdotes
As planned panic
In demo(n a)cro(b)atic
epidemics
Offer up their scapegoats

Splintered psyches
Will grasp at straws
Every Alter
Wanders Lost
Within the Halls
Of the HollowCost
Seeded from the frequencies
As Seamen spawns
Artificial breeds
No need to bleed
In the new creed
As Paradise is Lost
And Paradox is Freed

Which way shall we go?
Apoptosis or Necrosis?
Pop-culture doses
Of symbiosis
Or sovereign exploration
Of Live Gnosis?
Menses-Mined
Over-controlled
GovernMen.t on Patrol
Third eye Blind
Dumbed-down souls
Craving Slavery
Tied to Polls….
Lies are Built
LiFe.S deFiled
On Wiped FiLes
Of the Old..:::
Can’t you See
Currents……you See,
No longer tied
To Standards
Of Gold…
Currency dies
As CurrentSeas Rise
And blurry Me~s
Close their Eyes…

There is a Cataract in my I.

A cloudy sense of Wondering Whys.

CLJ
10-9-2024

Minotaurs Maze

We stand at the border of choice and chasm
Are these painful platitudes simply spasms
Uploading consciousness into the Drive
The Masters' Disastrous Path to the Hive
Current See is Redundancy as currents bleed
Reality from the veins of the You and the Me
Via manipulated mind maze gathering slaves
Sustained SineWave notations digging Graves
Neural intrepidation saturating the Film
Biophotonic regurgitation of bionic Whims
Intention is the Blood and flood of Becoming
As HeartBeats Synchronic feats of drumming
5GoD Grids tuning the etherSpheres
Directs Crystal dimensional sonic Tears
Media(L) Mirrors torture terrified Players
Nerves Firing Burning through layers
To initiate the New level of the Game
Output generated from Aeons of Shame
Hysteria operating thru blasphemous blame
While terrified CreatorGods forget their Name
Human Beings Becoming shadowSelves
Bodies forgetting wherefore they dwell
Lose their Spin and Vacillate in vain
Boundaries obliterated thru HiveMind Stain
And here is the Time and here is the Now
Are we Ready to nurse from the Sacred Cow?
Absorbed in the Milky Way of Silky Space
Into the womb of our Being and Seeing, or Will
HiveMind homogenize the Sovereign Spirit?

Copyright Charleen Johnston
3-20-2020

(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme )

I dare you to follow the Minotaur in the maze
And waken from the cloudy haze
Of disbelief
You may not know
Nor care
How all this works
But ‘they’ do
And use it against You
The only way out of the the maze
Is to learn to steer
Your own neural pathways
And let go of the identity
Of BioSyntheticSlaves
I left a red thread you can untangle
And start to see Matters from other Angles….
👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁

Poisoned Cup

“We shatter the foundations
Of all
You hold dear
So we can Build Back Better
Without having to clear
The land
In preparation for the grand plan
….clap your hands
Out there
In the grandstands….!”

It’s the same old Story
From the same ole Stage
There are no limits
To the Wars that are waged
There are no moments
In this programmed plague
That come unbidden
From the goldenCage

“Repent for your sins,
God has smitten you down!”
Scream the voices from
The Blue watchtower..::
As Red Blood floods
In this sacred Hour
(It’s Now or Never…
The takeover is clever….
Engineered fear
Dressed up like Heaven)

……..but that is bullshit

….just twisted political
Bait from the pulpit….

As any Fool knows
The Mother is always blamed
Shamed and
Tortured again
While the wraiths in the Ivory Tower
Shower the land
With powerful bands
Of electromagnetic powers
That were seduced into this
Realm
A shadowy summons from the
Hidden Hand…..

When the blind intellect
Becomes deluded
With its own
Pretense of the throne
It terrorizes the Body
And the blood and the bones
It has lost its grip
On the soul
Just a sinking ship
On a timeline that slips
Further each day
Into the arms of sweet decay.

“ calm down silly people
…::::: we are sending help……
We’ve been building the lies
We are preparing to sell….
We will make you beg for what we have in store
One little knock
On one little door
One Little Rock on one little shore
Is all it takes
…….
When the levee breaks
And the New Grid Goes Up

As we offer you solace from a poisoned cup”

CLJ 9-30-24

GeoEngineered Nanospheric tears

GeoEngineered Nanospheric Tears 
That flood
And break blood with the brethren
It’s a fantastic mask of the Weathered
Lens
A drastic attack on all sense
As the minds
Of men
Totter on the fence
‘It all depends on where you begin”
To See
The Eye of the Storm opens Wide
At Sea
The Shutter flutters at warp speed
To ravage the masses…
Its a haunting hell that smells of deception
Taunting the dwellers
In the realm of perception
Where landslides tear the minds
In two
Rip the fabric of Time as the Rivers
Rise
Steered by the gears
And fed by the tears and bleeding hearts
Within this atmosphere
Of false gods and false starts….
‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear
The falconer
The center cannot hold
Things fall
apart’
Right on Time and Left In Space
The BodyPolitik.All Race
Speeds through
Like floodwaters unleashed
By occult forces of unTruth
And abuse
….the slippery noose that tightens
Upon the neck of youth
And age
As modern day slaves break loose
And spill their rage
Upon the blank page of cyberNous.
It’s what happens
You know
When the blind intellect thinks it reigns
Supreme
Demiurgic surges from rains
Seeded at sea
In Frequencies that feel real
But fail to bleed
With the bodies needs
Cut off from the heart of the human
Creed
Grasping for the apple with a rotten
Core
One byte away from an open Door
In-Between
This World and This Dream
As the floodwaters recede
And set in place
The next stage managed scenes
As the Raven quoth ‘Nevermore’.

Charleen Johnston 9-29-24

Recipe for biocessation

A long slow slide into degradation…
shuffled into the perfect
recipe for biocessation
Everything that you have been taught to fear
Is backwards
The swords of discrimination
Are lacking more each year

Prepping you for the greenhouse
You’ve been potted
In depleted soil
For the smart dome that invades
Your biome
And becomes your home
It’s almost here
You’ve been prepped and steered
Along the abyss
The Judas kiss
From the many tiered
Mirror
Of your fears
Here

Create panic , hide from the sun
Straight into the blue light of the floodlights
That mine sight and tie your eyes
Too tight
To run….

You are a brief elaboration
Of a tube
That stretches mouth to ass
Filled with steller mass
There is a light show within
Your skin
Inside
Where life begins to dine
On photons
And digest the Aeon
Trapped in time

biology uses light’s duality to sculpt life
What are you being sculpted into
In this blue light haze
A maze of fading dreams
Owned now by the real
Estate Agents of Virtual Things
That occupy your inner life
And nullify your Imaginal
Mind
Running from the blind
Minotaur
Hungry inside his circuitry
Waiting for the tender feast
Prepared
Carefully
And risen like yeast
Inside the meat
Suits
Who no longer need
To bleed.

9-9-24

Patterns patterns on the wall

Patterns patterns on the wall
HumPty Splattered from the Fall
Broken Shells are cloaked in veils
Of masked mouths in modern sprawl
Twisting tales and telling lies
And pointing Fingers at the I's
We build the burden of our own demise
Fill the garden with Sown Reprise
With complicit cowardice we cast the Die
And wait for Fu(h)ror to Rise the Tide
Oh sweet Souls who hide enDemic Panic
Beneath the ruse of false compassion
We Wove this World and Play within It
Keyholes In Cells we Formed and Fashioned

CLJ 7-24-20

‘Protection Against Life’

. . . . . . . 🌟. 🃏 .🌟. . . . . .

Researchers have finally come up with a viable new vaccine called PAL……’Protection Against Life’. Apparently, by being exposed to the ever changing and unpredictable states of being termed, generally, Life, we are ALL at an increased risk of DEATH! In fact, 10 out of 10 people are suspected to have the dis-ease called ‘non-homeostasis’ and which seems to be apparent from the moment of birth…..actually, to be scientifically correct, it is evident even BEFORE birth. This new PAL vaccine will inhibit the ability of the body and mind, and what some term the ‘soul energy’ to remain open to and adapt to the ‘ever in flux’ environmental and physical tensions that are an inherent part of this Reality Tunnel…..thus, shielding the Human Organism from having to face or use Consciousness in a creative way in order to maneuvre in this amorphous and ambiguous Field of Experience called, nostalgically, Life. Interestingly enough, the use of this vaccination deems the host organism totally manageable and predictable, and homogenized…..and hence more easily controlled and used for any purpose that the researchers deem important or relevant .

{CLJ 2012}🌟🃏🌟

🃏✨Eye of the Hurricane✨🃏

…the eye of the hurricane is on its way,
to ransack and flapjack
the core of all our brains,
speeding up the rate at which
we perceive the perforation,
the fate of which could rip and tear
a nation, a station, a
fusion of minds incoherent
redundant
grasping for meaning but dormant
fleeing the feeling of torment
peeling the rots from the dealings and
knots from the zealous
run leper run

run leper run
its all just for fun
on a level so deep its not understood
does it make it less
Real
does it make it less concrete
does it make it worth
the run
the gun
the gripping of the sun
in attempt to hide defeat

SMILE
on the periphery it is a storm,
a chaos,
an insistence on resistance
but at the core, it’s unchanged,
it neverwas and neverwillbe,
and neveris,
but still
existing
giving us the balance to create
lands in time
hands in line to co create
with malleable laws

implicate order enfolded within
each explicate experience
shooting out from the source
in fractals of difference and intensity
and vibration and density
till the impulse reaches completion
loses its thrust
coarsens its vibration
yet mimics the One
and then begins its evolution
back to the Within
with all the cohesion of experience
and lessons
and soulsparks and
mouldings holding on to Awareness
as it ascends
back to the heart of the hologram
to enrich the totality
of all that is
with each divine perspective
as it returns
and ReTurns the wheel
as the cycle continues
and spins out again
the impulsion
the force
the flickering light of love
to enforce
the dynamic dance of desperate
dreams……………

(Charleen Johnston 2002)

This is the Swan Song

This is the swan song.....
Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns
In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured
Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy
Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition

Get into position
My friends
Let's say this simply so the useful idiots
Can begin to rescind their terror
Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror
Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted
Yet, Resistance just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery

The flavor of this mess
Order out of chaos as the agitators profess
....politik pointing to prolific policy's of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency

This is the Swan Song
I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to
Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old.

This is the Swan Song
Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages
On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Wield the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More....Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind.....in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the Swan Song Hovers......frozen.....


copyright Charleen Johnston
8-27-2020

The critical degree

since the Architect knows that a small percentage of people won't accept the Matrix, he gives them an alternate universe to live in: "real" life in Zion....and they don't even know that they are really still in a larger matrix. They just keep occupied fighting an enemy instead of waking up..... 

.... The Critical Degree... The Chasm....the Force of the Spazm thrusts us out into a new Day, a new Game to Play....choose Carefully which Script you want to Read....the codes have been downloaded unbeknownst to you Over Aeons and Aeons and now corrode the Truth of Who You Are..... Don't accept their Paradigms..... Don't Play out the war crimes that are being Triggered in your Mind as you try to Find the Line of Least Resistance.... The Trick of Blissful Existence is to Keep the Tension Taut.... Don't seek comfort nor Sloth.... Dare yourself to Break the Shell of your Wildest Bare Self ...Birth thru Maat and Thoth the Kind and Joyful Embrace of All The Lost Pieces....Stepping off their Preconfigured Grid locked in with the beast ...laced with poison and dreams deceased ....they are dependent on your Imaginative Juices to Burgeon All Yous into a Solid Groove of Threadbare t r u t h


Charleen Johnston
11-02-2020