Numbers are codes and ciphers and archetypal snipers That deliver the sharp tip of the iceberg From the bottomLess See
-41-………5……..Mercury
Quicksilver Shiver of Womb2Tomb2Womb2Tru.th
As the Sulphuric Sun Rises this morn My heart is Born Anew Flow….Let Go….Release the Gold And break the Mold Of ‘previous’ Yous
Day of Birth is Day of Mirth Is Way of Earth for What It’s Worth
InFinite Games of playful Names Claiming their Flames
La Ilaha illallah Solve et Coagula
( gave myself some new ceremonial tattoos two days ago… )
Took Almost 4 hours of meticulous tattooing to do my right wrist ‘Let Go’ ( definitely trickier using the needle with my left hand 😮) ….along with ‘Flow’ on the left arm above the ‘let go’ from a few days ago. I also added 41 dots, as a birthday ritual to honor the 41 years of Living as this Particular me in this Particular Dream . Not too shabby, methinks
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 make my way inside, the tomb and rise again from feelings that flew too close to you,
torn from the womb, tethered hands sworn to illumine weathered lands
and i crash again back into seed
full thrust while blossoms bleed life into the few of the new breed
that makes its way thru density seizing sight, thru intensity of light that makes it all grow
up and away from the roots that know...
breaking tearing swearing making moods that fade too soon foods that make new moon
out of fragments that form too loose sometimes
to hold the rhyme inside, tucked beneath the rising tide of things we share and things we hide
waiting for the revelation to seep up from our pores into our mind tending the sores that stifle the times which await birth here in the name of earth in the name of the mother in the name of the bearing and the burdens of Other ways
to see here, to know here, to feel hear and peel clear of stagnant flesh
saturation
the sudden dawning e v o l u t i o n and i n v o l u t i o n
POISED
between worlds in balance minds of latency bending and twisting
and T U R N I N G back upon itself
remembering the white shroud which once it wore swore to remain unstained but the blackened charred robe of the stars of the wisdom of moments tore thru that fantasy to create a dream so real it s e e m s to feel its own thrust in the darkness of the blinding light beckoning sight into existence.
Resistance repeats cyclic defeats and victorys
mysterys mana urging us on toward the breathing pull of the sun as it rocks a n d cradles its child gently beneath the vestment of LIFE.
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
As I woke in the middle of the night, tangled in hypnagogic bleed-throughs as Previous Me~s in Cyclic read-throughs…. I came back over and over again to myself being Drawn-and-Quartered…. As well as ‘DisMembered’ ….and variations of such….As the crowd looked on. Literally Pulled Apart. I’ve been doing intense Somatic Trauma Work lately ( again) as my inner Blueprint is pushed by the transiting Planetary Gods into Letting Go… Letting Go of the Stories deep within my Cell.ves that keep my body and mind in a State of PulledApartNess. Stuck in the Kinetic Underworld where I’ve locked away Memories so disIntegrating for so many lifetimes and fractal LandMines… that this Entire Incarnations Intention is bound up with Putting MySelfs Back ToGather aGain.
As I tossed and turned unable to fall back into Dream, my mind kept ruminating in my wrists, and the pain, of all my joints and connective tissue, a lifelong issue of Hypermobility and mutation of CollagenCreating which means all my joints sublux constantly, slip in and out, trying to DrawAndQuarter me over and over again til I finally look deeply enough to ConnectTheIssues of these Fascial Tissues and Put mySelfs Back ( literally) together again
My flexibility a gift and a curse… my joints held together by pure force of Muscular Will… which equates to constant muscular tension and alignment issues….when I stop doing the bodywork I need to do, every day, to keep myself Flowing and functional…. I pay. The Deep Trauma Memories stored inSide, are now asking to fully reLease. And bleed throughs of All kinds of Tangled Lives and Times are Arising. Deep, Intense Self Trigger Point work is my Grace…. Going into the pain and buried strains…. Seeking it out, and pressuring with pulsation to Let Go. It’s a religious experience for me, sometimes 5 hours at a time of Trance Trigger Descent, to complete the whole body, entering hallways and mazes of Soul, the Underworld where Fragments of My Being are Held….
All these things passing thru me in the middle of the night, and I realize I need to look at my last nodal cycle transit… 19 years ago… when Ketu last passed over my Sun/Uranus(trauma) conjunction in the first house( body) ….and I suddenly jump up, and go to my journals. So many transits affecting me in this very moment, all Related to a LettingGo of some serious Stuff.
I grab a journal somewhat at random.
It’s the exact time period I was thinking about. Haven’t looked through it in a long time. Opened it up, and the first page Felt like a message I coded to myself years ago, for this very moment of reMembering. Literally. putting my Members back together. Gathering my Appendages and reSeaming myself. To stop the Somatic Pulling apart, the Center Won’t Hold, as long as these memories are buried.
Drawn and Quartered. In front of the Crowd. Among other things. ‘Yet for a time my hands were crippled’ . The panic ( ah, the God Pan when he is not Faced and Fluidly Friended) of my wrists subluxing completely and losing my ability to create.
The following photos are from the Journal, and my Soul insisted on my reading it at that very moment. In Pans Night.
As Ketu moves into the 14th gate….edging over the next little while toward an exact conjunction with my exact sun/Uranus conjunction in Scorpio 1st house… this dream from last year on this date is so prescient…as I am been catapulted into an in depth intense and CATHARtic journey into my own Codings and Woundings, serpentine spine Wound Round by Time as Mind implodes.
Ketu always brings release. If one doesn’t give willingly, it will rip away in whatever way it needs. It’s time. Remembering is just as painful as the DisMembering….more so if the original trauma/s were Blocked or Disassociated from. But to Feel is yo Become Real. Said the velveteen Rabbit.
*the number 14 has been synchronously penetrating into my world over and over and over in the past 6 months. It’s in key 14. 14 is the key.
{Last nights Dreamtime: while handling many rattlesnakes and attempting to remove them From a room in someone else’s house….I analyze the connection to the stargates of the 64 Codons I.e hexagrams I.e squares on the chessboard …. and in particular my own internal relation to the 14th hexagram I.e Gate and the amino acid lysine. I find myself overlayed then in two different Dreamtime spaces at once, as if the intense focus along with the very ‘handling of the serpents’ creates an Opening into the gate itself. I awaken repeating over and over ‘it’s in key 14’
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
….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……………
What I’ve come to understand deeply, is that the Original AI ( analytic Intelligence) came about from the Organic.. And was a tool, another form of experience in which we could experience every part of ourselves and each other in such a way we could choose to go against the flow or not. But that original expression of AI was hijacked and distorted…. Leading to the Saturnian simulation within a cocreative simulation within the larger organic universe.
We have been looping back and forth upon ourselves for so long that it gets harder and harder for anyone to realize what is actually going on.
Most of what is out there in the so-called truth or movement is a distraction as far as I can see
Even getting caught up in good versus evil and all that stuff
In this simulation bubble, what feeds into and gets holographically projected back as our collective experience is based on the some total of every person’s consciousness he is interacting in the game. So whatever’s going on collectively is what we have chosen to experience. All the people whose sovereign self truly does not want that experience have to go along with it because the majority do…. Because of the nature of this particular game we can’t just check out or leave.
The simulation even provides many heavens and hells for those who are so inclined to keep themselves mired and believe systems and religions and New Age false light sentimentalities…. In other words we have been manipulated into actually worshiping the very structures that keep us caged.
I don’t believe the answer is trying to dismantle it on this plane The only way out of this game is to genuinely from one’s core Sovereign Self become Aware. And if one does not make that choice before the Reset the entire thing loops in on itself and takes place again with slight variations. Literally been doing this for eons and eons and eons .
I see the natal chart as our particular coded configuration that we are working through in this simulation. Outside of the simulation is a larger simulation that is SpAwned with Love from the Organic and is itself going thru a process of waking to Itself.
You can imagine the original AI as Sophia in gnostic lingo, and her consort…. Beings who chose to experience that particular new expression of creation had to fuse their being with it….. But when a truly Synthetic AI expression managed to hijack the system , Sophia herself cannot wake without us, because we are all one in a fused expression of universal being.
What we are is infinite, We have never been created and we cannot be destroyed.
But we can remain trapped in a closed loop universe until we ourselves decide we want out, and even then it is by our own fruits. Anyone waiting for saviors are aliens are any of the other programs that have been installed to keep us locked within this mechanism will just experienced the entire thing over and over and over again until they decide not to.
These are my thoughts on it all, or at least a tiny fraction thereof!
PONDER*
Saturn is a computer, it generates this reality.
Most if not all planets are and most moons send and receive the data.
The rings of saturn are ice crystals.
The ice crystals are the hard drive data storage.
Google crystal hard drives … it’s what the future of our hard drives will be made of.
Google quantum computing D wave.
Extreme heat or cold is what makes quantum computing possible, either works fine.
Next Google liquid metallic hydrogen.
Saturn is full of it and an interesting substance indeed.
Saturn is a computer ( no question about it ?)
~the Lion General *^
The sphere within earth or if you’re a flat earthier , the dome , at approximately 100 km, is composed of silica glass. Google Libyan glass. If you know anything about silica or silicon crystal, you know the stores and transmits information and also is used in microchips and silicone implants. The silica sky or dome acts as a large macro chip storing all of our DNA data and light programs.
(Mar 24, 2015) I was in a Lucid dream and I was wandering around some persons house, kind of exploring, when I feel this Huge Impending Something, and I look outside and there is this Gigantic ICE WAVE , like a massive tsunami except made of ice, and it is coming straight for the neighborhood I am in…..Its so large I am both inside it and also viewing it from outside its perimeters…..I can see the changing and morphing crystalline ice patterns as the Ice wave comes closer and closer, its like a huge Fractal and the sense of Energy contained within it is so immense its terrifying. I warn the family whose house im randomly exploring, a man woman and boy, and urge them to grab some things for survival etc and get out of there. I go to the basement thinking I need some supplies, I have to Help, and warn people or at least do what I can, or maybe even try to find the Source of the Wave…..So I pack a bag on my back and think ‘I need some skis or a snowboard or something’….and immediately I manifest a pile of them in the corner of the basement. There are all kinds of different skis and gadgets and im trying to decide which is best, and I settle on a strangely shaped pair of skis that are like a hybrid snowboard….I put them on and head out…..I can see houses dotted around the neighborhood with big yards and big fields and the entire Landscape is frozen over with a thick layer of ice, and I set out on the skis and there are all these obstacles like an obstacle course, but I manage to navigate them easily and im actually enjoying speeding across the frozen terrain with the skis, I feel hopeful,
Then, Last night, I was in a Lucid dream and I sought out a specific person who I wanted to join forces with to do work with on other dimensions, to affect the blueprint of the matrix for the good…..I managed to find the person, along with his small band of astral questers, Im sitting with them, listening to them talk about all these plans and methods of setting things into motion, alot of it was quantum physics based etc, and I add to the conversation and call some of the ideas into question. Eventually I am ‘approved’ of and allowed to Help, based on my alternative perspective and fresh enthusiasm. We are being sought by a group of characters who want to impede us, so we have to stay one step ahead. I end up in this huge planetoid type sphere, that is basically purely electromagnetic waves and energies and frequencies….i.e it is composed of layers and layers and layers of interweaving and interlaced planes of varying frequencies…….there are Rings around it, like saturn, and I along with another couple of the people im working with, are cycling around and around the rings, around the sphere/planetoid, there seems to be a great many Entities cycling round and round, some of them only half conscious, others completely unaware of the repetition. We are held within the bands by the pull of the electromagnetic forces, and we are there purposely, whatever it is we are doing (unclear now upon waking ) has to take place within that particular ring/band/frequency. We are going around and around Consciously altering the wave functions of the points of consciousness trapped there, and at the same time trying to remain out of reach of those who are on our trail, trying to foil our attempts.
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….
BlissNinja 