Panopticon Vs “Vas Bene Clausum’

I can make a short story long in no time at all. So here are my thoughts:) ( from a comment on a post elsewhere)

Whenever it becomes trendy and ‘leave this platform now for your own good’ starts to get passed around, it’s still just another game being played. Those who already truly know it’s all a big labyrinth are not really afraid of being analyzed or algorithmicized, those who don’t really understand it, are never going to read someone’s post about it and suddenly grasp all the fundamentals of how this neurolinguistic reality creation works. Anything can be a tool and be useful, depending what the intent is. If people in general havnt by now been creating and sustaining living flesh body networks of support and friendship and play and community, leaving fb or any other social media isnt going to magically bring sudden connection and wonder to their daily immediate life.
It’s starts from the inside out. And it starts from every single choice one makes from the time they wake up til the sleep. If every choice isn’t made to reflect a devotion to one’s integrity , there is a Gap in the ‘vas bene clausum’ that allows manipulation from the outside. We are about to be tested on a level that is going to frighten many, but there will be plenty who rise to the occasion and feel alive for the first time. Buckle up:

There’s so much information overload right now, by design, and it is not for ‘lack of knowledge’ that keeps people incapacitated, but an over saturation of the nervous system which is unable to filter out the noise or discern what is practical applicable or usable. Intentional overwhelm of the system is a NeuroBioWeapon and is working wonders. We can’t save people or fix a system by talking more and more on social media, but by living what our words are attempting to convey.

As for privacy, we already know where this next stage of mutation for the collective experiment is going. We’ve been there for a long time and ‘activism’ and ‘changing laws’ isn’t going to give anyone privacy back. Hiding from it all won’t work either. Gone are the days even of moving out in to the wilderness and forgoing tech and escaping the giant Eye of the Panopticon.

One must first remember Who and What One truly is. And that only happens when for whatever reason, they are forced into the abyss and make the choice to leap.

It is actually possible to communicate with these frequencies , which are being emitted and used as a technocratic prizm prison infrastructure , consciously and personally, in the same way one can interact and communicate with ‘the invisible powers and spirits and angels and other-dimensional beings’. There is little difference. Is that perhaps the real challenge? To make of one’s vessel a neuroSpiritual shapeshifter which can interface with the both the Organic Grid and the Synthetic Grid, and be outside the Game of Control?

Any stuck energy in the fascia crystalline matrix of the template will keep one stuck in the ‘trigger points’ gathered for lifetimes(s). And this controllable: controlled by Fascia-ism;)

For me, I decided long ago I would play the game with humor. I’ll be so many selves the system can barely keep up with which face is which me at any given time; the ‘internet’ is a ‘living’ system and what is put into it is there for good whether we have a computer to access it or not: just like the ‘Akash’ or living etheric databank of all
Life and Memory. What we put into it is importantl for reasons that have nothing to do with altering other peoples thoughts or beliefs etc.….

and since I have made it my life mission to turn myself inside out, and become utterly transparent in the act of telling all of my private mythologies as an alchemical ritual of unraveling the skin bit by bit, so that when I shed this serpentine skin as a Seed back into my Mother Matter Matrice , I will create a condition in which the Soul will grow again with less of the ‘past’ to drag back thru the Measured Maze of Maat ;

I don’t fear exposure of any kind. Perhaps that is how the panopticon retains its power, the fear and the shame and the inner conflict within each.

We can only dismantle the prison from the inside……. If one is not even free in one’s own psyche and embodied temple, how can one expect to Free the Collective?

That’s the issue though, falling for so much division on the outer world stage that the individual is glued to the screen bouncing from one reaction to the next, while their nervous system and DeoxyRibo is rebuilt bit by bit by the very hand that plays the puppeteer .

I personally do not believe that a human spirit that is truly in touch with its own sovereignty can ever be overcome by any govt or other so called ruling elite or hidden hand. There is a magic and mystery to this adventure here that is very irrational and fears not Chaos, it is the heart of the dark feminine wisdom itself, and it cannot be harmed by the deluded blind intellect or those who try to arrange life in its patterns.

Don’t Fall

Don’t fall for it
Don’t trip over your own silly I~s
As they get tangled up in the lies

It’s All by design
The ‘discovery’ of heinous crimes
The ethernets trembling with mangled minds

Every little crumb
Has been scattered for you
Every little Morsel of tattered truth

Don’t fall for it
They’ve covered all the bases
Dangled all the angles

It’s doesn’t matter
Which narrative you choose
All they want is the harvest of loosh

Memes spread like Wildfire
Or Electrical fires in mourning DEW
They bore their way through
To the heart of you

PreScriptZions planted deep
Narratives scripted for sleep
A lullaby to ease your mind
Brain Wash Rinse Repeat

He said But it’s all coming out Now
The lies and wide angle crimes
That butchered the Sacred Cow

The Holly Wood is Burning Sages
Smudging the skies as fiery Rage
Wages war against the Turning pages
Of history …. Or HerStory

Or ThisStory

Or thatStory

She Said Yes Yes all of this
They drop the bombs rapid fire
Idols fall in burning pyres

Raze the foundations to start anew
Land grab wealth transfer all true
Red blood blue roof smart meter
Lithium ion protocols of Zion
Never tasted sweeter

Than this

Confused mass of Overload

He said I think I see the program
A livestream from the webcam of the I Am
In Tense Saturation In Formation of WAN

Fries the wiring

Shuts down the mind
Overload of ‘Now You Know’
Makes humankind Blind

She Said this is just the beginning
Of a script written long ago
This is just the thinning of the human egos

On Fire From within
Ungrounded Neural circuitry
Artificially Intelligent Bourgeoisie

Floodwaters rise as Earth and Sky
Are torn from the marriage bed
Blood shed sacrifice of the dead

The wind blows red
As the Old Age trembles and Falls
Scorched map and torched walls

Built Back Better
When Time Calls
And Space begs for the New
‘LetterOfThe Law’

Take a deep Breathe Y’all

He said But the intravenous line
Is stuck deep in my mind
The Memes and the Scenes and
The ai live streams have me primed

To rise up in indignation
As altered Carbon hardens
In stasis
Waiting for the next mutation

The prophetic dialectic
That preaches salvation

She Said Yes Yes of course
The Flaming force of this Staged Drama
Enforces the very script
The Horse Whisper of the Apocalypse
That Rips the Timeline in Two

Is created by Me and You

You See

We

Are the Creators of this Dream
In a reformatted Neurolinguistic
RealityStream

It is Our Blood and Tears and Terrors
And Fears
That grease the gears
And Set in motion the Black Mirror
That was planted Inside
This AtmoSphere

They can only simulate
Fabricate neural playscapes
And plant them inside

Our sleeping minds

The synaptic traps become Ties
That Bind
As the Blind God gropes through Time
Demiurgic Purge and Absurd Crimes
Align

As We are Urged

To Merge

With Machine Mind

He Said I won’t fall for it
I won’t Fall

I will withdraw the feeding tubes
And alchemize the vessel

The blessed temple
Sovereign still

Will

Remember

It Turns the Wheel

She Said In the Beginning was the Word

And He said Aho

CLJ
1-12-25

The PreScriptZion

👁✨The PreScriptzion ✨👁

The same Agitators are firing up
the magic theatre,
pushing buttons and turning knobs
and working overtime
to Fuel the Mobs,
Bolshevism reLoaded,
matrix enFolded,
collectivism imploding
as Moles encoded with socialist roles
erode the Souls
of the unknowing Voters,
masking Intentions
through rehashed Inventions
of Rights and Conventions
that gather attention
by viral assistance
of this demonic dimension
of conspiring contingents....

These disEased Agents of Aggravation
have no ability to act with Creation,
instead
swimming in the Sea of Simulation,
repeat repeat repeat
after me for your salvation,
masked Ablations
in the heart of Sensation,
Living Libations that destroy all Nations,
wandering Lewd in powerful Suits
and Red Roots
that control Mass Circulation,
MediaL translation,
teleVision Stations
and political Triangulations.....

It's Crowd Control, nothing New,
the Next Episode in the Stewing Zoo
of the She Brew that's brought to you
by Manipulation of the Youth
and elimination of the Truth
of the Elder Minds
who Hold
the Memory cards of this TimeLine,
wiped fiLes, Lives deFiled,
Lies in piles of discarded bones,
buried beneath the million dollar homes
of the Elite Few
who poke and prod
the children of God
to rise up in False Resistence,
to overthrow the Souped up System,
and when the Chaos Swallows
the Followers
and Sells their Souls,
the Masked Manipulaters
reDefine the Lines
and Step inside their Scripted Roles ....

🃏ReWrite the Script
and Create a new ZipFile
that Opens with Codes that Free
the Wild Heart of Sovereignty Within🃏

8-10-20

UltraNewMK Vultures

⭐️i find it fascinating how each new baited toy
Is swallowed whole by girls n boys
And the UltraNewMK Vultures dine on Minds
As blind Shrines arise in response to the Ploy
“ why looky here chief Wiggum, man
The suspect had his manifesto on hand…
Golly gee you really don’t say?
Almost like it was drip-fed
straight into the heads
Of all the BlueLight Crazed Brains
that put Their Belief in these Patsy-stained
he said she said Games…..
“I’m Lovin It….”
As Trumpsters iMage fades from the Drivethru
And EasyColi rage trades places in the HiveStew
Of scripted bleedthroughs
as the stage fades
Into the background
And the red carpet unravels
At the Speed Of Hashtags Unwound….

👁️🤡👁️
12-10-24

( a mirrored image or an upside down version of 👇
………………………………………………
I~s are always watching,
reading the Scroll...
Ever seen the BlackMirror episode
'Hated in the Nation' ?
Hashtag Deathto and everyone played along
Believing themselves so morally superior
And so Liber(h)ated to cause Harm to those
Voted as worthy of being Removed
From the Hive
By the Drone Killer Bees....
But.... It..... Turned.... Out.....
That in the end
The Joke was on them
All of the Ones
Who Played Along
Hash tagging and bashing
And spewing hatred and venom
And PolarEyeZing like good little
Chess pieces
Pawns in the DisEase
Tucked neatly beneath the Wing
Of the Puppetmasters....
In the End.....
They were the Targets....
It was a psychological maneuver
to get the BlackHearted
Bullies who like to Pretend...
To expose themselves
To the ?eyes?s of the World
Exposing their Bitterness and Fear and
Projection and Vitriol
The hooked Bait on.Line
Spun like a Web of LiveStreams
And HiveDreams
'Im one of the crowd....I'm justified in my hatred
I'm justified in my Victimhood
The world owes me
I ought to be coddled and stroked
And because I'm afraid
I will hurl my poison at any
who stand on the other
Side
Of the
Line"
And it turns out
Both sides of the Line are just mirror Images
Lost to one another in the labyrinth
So disconnected
So traumatized
They traumatize others
The Black Mirror , the Obsidian Stone
The Tech.In.All.Of.We that pulls
The strings and watches the Emotional
Puppets Sing
. Go AHead and Draw your Line
Tiptoe and shout and scream from
Side to side
Of it
The ?eyes?s are AllWAys Watching
And at the center of the labyrinth ....
The only thing
you will be battling
is the force of your own Fear
and hatred and terror
Staring back at you
In a frightening Minotaur
of massive proportion
And you will recognize
When it's too late
⏳⚖That it is You⌛️⚖


Charleen Johnston
10-4-20

Magdalene Knows

No no, you See
You didn’t take your power back…
You didn’t open your fragile eyes…
You were drip-fed a sick fetish
and left in the bed
To cry…
Dripping wet with Punishment
(salty brine from
GovernMent …)
…..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime
As the dangling Fish
Hang from the line
Tipping the Scales
And working OverTime

You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames
That take place on the MainStage
Inside Your Mind..:::..
4B Programmed Seeds
Electromantically engaged
In 5G Cages
that no longer Bleed
HemoHobGoblin
Global Mockery
With
Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds

No no, you See
You didn’t take your power back…
You didn’t open your fragile eyes…
You were drip-fed a sick fetish
and left in the bed
To cry…
….Tied up in knots with lots
Of fishing twine
Broken Sines …
Gushing Waves
MK ultra for modern day Slaves
Superficially Chaste…
Damming the Flow
While Damning the Beast
(It’s All
Just for Show….
Magdalene Knows
(the Rose
The Rose
The Rose
Is the True Path
You Seek…)

( lets take it real slow…

……while you take a little peak)

CLJ
11-8-24

The Trump Card

The Trump Card is the Wild Card
That plays amongst the Glorious Shards
That twist themSelves into Stars
And refract the facts of WhoWeAre
Playing Games of Growing Glows
Synoptic Salutations of Yes&No
In&Out&Up&Down&Here&Now we Go
Thru Ether Films of Fantasy
Shifting Light of You~s & Me~s
Taking Time and Stitching Seams
Into Scripted Twisting Dreams
Interference is inherent and appears
As aParent in this Vale of Tears
Amplified and polarized into Sides
Double Split Slit to Categorize the Tide
The Synodal Vote will energize the Rise
Of Lids from Eyes which undergo
Anodic Dance with Cathode diode flow
Inside the trance and the Trip of We
Hiding Magnets within Fields of Electricity
The womb of the Waters birthing Seeds
The Cross of the Cosmos perpetually
Arising Aries fiery Impulse to Be
On the Disk Til the Fish Returns to Sea?
I AM.....a R.andomA.ccessM.emory
In the Drive to Find the Hard Rind
That covers the Lovers embraced InSide
A Byte of the Apple and a Rite of Way
A Light in the Darkness Living to Play
For the Joy of Discovering Eternally
Which is Which and Who is Me?
Infinite Glitch in the System of Sound
The Shiva Destroyer of Stitches Unwound


Charleen Johnston
4-27-2020

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….
👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁

With great power comes….

The old adage ‘with great power comes great responsibility’. 

Having the ability to receive and Perceive anOthers feelings/thought/somatic undulations deeply is something that definitely varies between Bodies and Awarenesses.

One who truly Sees and feels and Innerstands must find their way to a place of Intentional non-intrusion into anOthers Space on whatever level. The ability to penetrate and invade on a deep level must be Let Go Of , in a Sense. Literally….inSenses we Separate our sovereignty of Self from OthersSelves to Play with boundaries and borders and blendings and bleedings and the blessings and Blissings that come from the Kissings that are made possible from that Sacred Solutio , this naked Coagula of souls inRatio Playing with tethers and teetering on the edge of WhetherOrNots and WhatIfs and WeDids.

To Choose ….in Love….SatChitAnanda…..to Allow anOther to GenerateOperateDestroy subtleties in their own fertileField without piercing the hymen to steal the diamond of their own alchemical elixir…. Is perhaps the greatest test……of ALL.

(CLJ 8-7-2023)

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