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Synaptic Rapture of Ruptured Hymen

...the moment you give up the integrity of your own bioEnergetics via the JabErWocky and the like.... You consent to being another Artificial Neural Network in the Hive of the MindDistracted and Infected with Mal(evolent)(soft)Ware that helps to power the new Stage... The Age.... The new Energy Mining Operation ....You Are the Battery, the CellSignal Tower... The SellYourSoul Cellular Sigil in the Ritual...The Rites of The Mass.es underGoing Synaptic reWiring. CollectiveBodyPolitik Mining for Digital Currency through your own Neural HighWays.... The Digital Current Seas are rising... The Waves of ElectroMagnetic PimpMines are Rising.... And You have given up
Your own Will
In the turning of the Wheel
The Game is Inside of You
The RealEstate is not outerSpace
It's InnerSpace
And Time is Space Unfolding
The rhyme
Before
Your Eyes
Our I's
As the Files
LiFes harmonize
With the Script
U. R. Energetically
Baptized
In the new ArtificeOfLight
InSides of Synaptic Tides
As the Angles of the Arc
Lead you into the Loop
To Feed Back your Will
In the Cosmic Soup
Kitchen.

You D.e.c.I.d.E.
d.i.c.e. Your Mind
And d.i.e. In Time

Holding no reMembraneDance
Of all the Cycles locked inSide
The SineWaves
Sinews Made Flesh
Of your Precious Existenz
Embracing LifeDeathBreath
In a Heart that Transcends the width
And breadth
Of all you Know
To
Be.

Every Body is a Key
Don't let the Locks
Invade Thee
ReMember your Infinite Destiny
And reTurn your Sovereign King
To the Throne of your
Wonder and Majesty

Charleen Johnston
8-4-21

Update/ 9-2022: the Soup we Swim in is SWelling
As the Frequencies Freak and Tweak NeuralsPeak
As Grounding Tethers Weaken within As we Dangle from the wireless Rope like the Hanged Man
In a Sequestered Sea of WAN

Don’t they know

Don’t they know? 
They are all just electromagnetic pulses
All just embryos in the body
Of motherMatterMaterMatrix
Placental playscapes practicing for ultimate
Power in the Now
Or Never
Dont they know? 
They all suck from the teat of the Same name
What’s the Formula for this false Game?
What’s the concoction that allows the blame
To be placed outside
Fingers pointed in chiding derision
Forgetting that the Self 
Makes its own decisions
And needs no Other to order decrees
A sovereign Being earns its degrees
On the zodiacal wheel
No permission needed from any 
Pretense of Real 
Power
This is Ours
It’s now and Flowers
Unfold when the hour is too old
To cower any longer behind the soul
Of latency 
The Elect of Life
Electricity
Spermatic emphatic God of pregnancy
Sparks divine creation
In Magnetic womb , magdalenes elation
To carry the sonic boom 
Of natures embodied satiation
Sacred
Sacred …..
Scared with hatred and fake matrix
Manipulation
They all scream
All hide in foggy dreams denying
Their own hand in this plagiarism
The Cluster of Cells where
In-dwells the Hint
Of sacrificial embodiment
Asks only to hold the mirror
Do you know?
Do you know Who you are?
Are you a gob of flesh 
Staring into the abyss of imprisonment
Angry at fragments of your own
Disillusionment?
Fears and tears and shame from years
Of traumatic wounds
And dismemberment?
Are you a pulsing electromagnetic spectacle
Of stardust impregnated into the divine mother
I-And-US
Unfolding embryonic supersonic lust
For Life
Wandering Waves of cosmic Dust
Dancing the dream of Being
As Body
Bleeding with the intense need
To See
The True Seed that grows within
This multidimensional PlayPen
Again and again. 
What’s the Formula for the artificial
Algorithm
That tosses you to and fro
From -ism to -ism
Falling prey to the slayers
Of minds beauty
And truth
And dangling your sovereign self
From the tight noose
Of proof
That red fish blue fish
One fish two fish
Keeps the Me
And the 
You
Twisted 
Into dichotomy
Wishing for ancient sanctions
So patiently
Doctoring reality
To give permission
To step out of this glistening
Wet-dream
Steeped
In sterile
Seeds
Injected into bodies
That no longer
Bleed. 
Free. 
The Self.
And
See.
Differently.

CLJ 6-28-22

El.ect-roMantic.al Maze

You can call them 
He Or
   El or Shiva
Or even 
Well…
God….
Perhaps Electricity…
I will say
Sacred Salacious
 Spermatozoan
SineWave 
SUperluminescent PsychoBioBabe
Sparking Time 
For  Selves at Play.
You can call them
She  Or
   Magdalene 
Or Shakti- heavens
 Bride & Queen
Goddess of EveryThing…
Perhaps Magnetism…
I will say 
Sacred Salacious 
WOmb of Creation
Sultry SineWave 
SuperMatterMaterMotherMatrix
Making Spaces
For Selves at Play. 
The MagIC MagNet of MagNificent
MagIcians
So ELoquently ELevating ELemental
ELect 

In.perfect.matrimony.
harmony.of.stars.as.shards.
Of.wave-ing.bards. Sparked.
Into.Partic.ulars.forming.worLds.
As.words.disturb.the.silent.stillness.
Of.the.Unobserved.as.the.raw.nerves.
Of.magdalenes.body.exposes.pure.
Mirrors.of.Magnetic.Seers.ELect-romantically.
Sealed.into.secrets.pretending.
To be.
Here.
Now.
Breathe.

CLJ 6-20-22

Some Wakings come like Storms

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. 

11-25-21

Loom of Time & Space

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. 

Charleen Johnston 
10-25-21

In the Grip

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....

Charleen Johnston 
10-11-21

precipice of power

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

MindSight is 2020, Farewell Waker of Beauty

The El & the Mag

🦂At This Very Moment In Time Space … we are on a Precipice…. The fusion of… distorted versions of Organic/Inorganic ways of Being in this Wor(L)d..

…in the Beginning was the Word…

And the word was With God

……………………………………………………………………(El)

And the Word Was God

And the Spell(inG) was Cast

Over the Mass and Crowds in Vast

PrisMs as the EL⚡️Mag Waters Rise Fast

Within the DeoxyRib.E Oh Defrag the hard.drive

And Fasten your Seatbelts

The Dark Man Dwells

In the Space

Circle

Time

(&Time Again)

If you can see the Puer and Senex in the Language of these Dreamings

You are walking the road of deCoding the Anguished tangles of the Seaming Seeds

The El and the Mag(dalene)(netic)(ician)(

Dance dance dance

Break the trance

Wake the snake

That shakes and quakes

Within Matter &

CircumStance

CLJ 11-4-21

I Live in A Giant Battery

I live in a spectacular natural battery
I live in a womb
I live in hygieias chalice
Entwined
By the serpentine flow
Of Life Energy
Thru natures Spine

When you understand electromagnetic energies and this earth playground, and know why you chose to Inter Carns Nation in this blissful unique zone of wonder

There are large amounts of iron ore in these mountains
This Mountain ring within mountains
This valley within a valley
Surrounded by the Sinuous sine wave of flowing water
Oh Shenandoah ….
Wrapping itself around like
A kundalini serpent

Bowl of hygieia
Churning the synapses
And bursting thru somatic
Maps

The poeisis of space
In this chaotic time
Of birth

The cup of hygieia is the womb, and the SineWave serpent is the Sexual energy/life force….

We have another womb, too….

Birthing mothers know that there is a direct connection between the larynx and womb… and the pelvis and the jaw….

What are you gestating…. In your fractal fugue of fantasy, what iMages are percolating
That eject from your vocal
Womb, what do you allow in to your Somatic Alchemical Furnace room?

What have we birthed from our wombs…in our eternal foray into Time….we have each birthed monsters….from our loins snd from our mouths…. As well as beauty. Can we forgive ourselves and reclaim those chimeras? Can we have compassion and defragment the hard drive….let the soul fly again….