You’ve been BANned Body area network Scanned From the inside They don’t want your guns
They’re under your skin
All the flashy displays of protest Suddenly Refusing to be digital Currency
It’s all Current, See Electromantically managed Wet-Dream The marriage bed Of Optical Slavery
You’ve already signed up for this live-stream With every eyelid glued To the dumbscreen Pretending to Live Artificially implanted dreams
It’s all in place Already You see, The Panopticon scans The periphery Optical Delusion includes Wireless Rape And Insanity You Are The Tower Cellular Signals and SellYourSoul Sigils That Power The 6G.O.D LAN .D Of the Lost Codes of Atlantis Seeds From FrequentSeas Waving Partic(U)le(R) decrees
SkyNet Scalar Gods Smirking As they lurk within Human IP address skin-to-skin Contact Alien kith and kin DeOxyRiboh-my-god It’s already here….
A hive of nested ANNs The Drones scan the Field
Best learn How Now To Wield
Your own BioField
And Step Free from the Prizm Sentence Already decreed
BrainWash.Rinse.Repeat After me
“Defend your Ports ~Your Eyes and Pores~
Light Water Magnetism Is the Ground in which Your Sovereign I Is Born
Free
Birthed from the tangled Chords Of the Prizm Penitentiary Broken Vows from the Baptism Of Light and Fire As the Sacred Cow roasts Inside the wires Groping blindly In the heat of desire As Artificially inseminated humanity Struggles to breathe
It’s not that hard to believe Eyelids get heavy So easily
Neural cacophony lures minds to sleep No Myelin magic to redeem the breach Of these codes
Hijacked nodes in the cube
Dressing up Data as Mama As Mother Matter Mater Matrix Embroiled in the drama
Of Carbon VS Silicon The Beast of Bethlehem Left all alone Rises like yeast In the philosophers stone As the black goddess trudges east To meet the diamond body As graphene feast Of allotropes Dine on piezoelectric Skin and bone
You are Under Arrest Cardiac attack From the bioelectrically blessed Cop-outs In bullet proof vests
Step away from the Vehicle The BlueLight Beams Scream Incessantly
Just Breathe And release The tethers…. Your digital twin Lost in the ethers “
The Neutral Zone is the Creation Zone I am a chosen Enemy Of The State Of Mind That tries to tug at my I And keep me Blind To NeutralEyez is to surf the Callosum I call it stepping into the Center of the Spindle of the Core Processor The zero point The jester is the fool who has come full circle Creating worlds Taut InTension With Time & Space Words are worLds We fertileyez EL.ectromantically Sealed In Mag.Dalenes Vas Ben Clausum
Neither HemisPhere Will win the War Of Fear Within my Mirror
I Play in the Zone Of Zero A fancyFool Looking InWard To And From center
“Son, it’s just like being force-fed Alphabet Soup…. The cute little letters hide the poison for ingestation…making the toxins more palatable so fresh suggestible minds will consume without discernment.
ABC CIA FBI WHO DHS DOE FEMA EPA VA HUD DOJ CDC NBC FOX……foxy little tricksters hiding in sticky linguistic ballistics….
You see, these fake organizations proliferate the very thing they claim to assuage……but the people have been gorging on the feast for so long, they will defend them with their very life. It’s called Stockholm syndrome. We now live in a time in which almost every single person alive had been thru the Collective MK Iktra Mind Control Ptogram and we can now see the results of the intense campaign to own the inner real estate of the Consciousness of every human being….”
Cue the Disney Music…………….. as the projector screen begins to light up
The strangest thing is, how quickly one part of the herd attempts to silence another part of the herd, as soon as that part of the herd attempts to understand something from another perspective.
It's knee-jerk.... It's almost malicious, almost like a dopamine kick ....
The moment a person questions 'what they are told' ... ( regardless of their exact question or their current standpoint)... This flock of vehement vultures descend to rip the tatters of flesh from the face of the Issue At Hand.... Demanding the Insolent Questioner to crawl back into the warm comfort of their ConsciousnessControlledCave.... So the Virulent InterNet InQuisition can ImPart the imPosition of the Accepted Ideas and Ideologies and keep the Chaos of Confusion Safe in its Cozy Little Cage, where Curiosity has been Castrated and Laid to Rest.
Actually it's not so strange, the Range of most Herds is preArranged by the Gates and the Shepherds that Lie in Wait....
The Irony that so many get terribly Defensive when they are called the Herd, in relation to Words that Infer a Reality at Variance from what is Preferred by their Neurological DisPosition..... And yet their Insistence that 'Herd Immunity' is a Resistance against disEase , justifying Injection of Conjecture that threaten the Whole Structure..... in that case the Self Implied Herd TagLine can be used without assumed Abuse of their Intelligence.
It's a strange Paradox this Game we are Playing, the only Dragon worth slaying is the one who guards the Gates to the Way In, to the Way to open the I's and Thines and Mysteries of Time. The Polarized Embrace of the Mystic and Mime encases the great Race through this MindField, the maze of days that chaos craves, the fertile ground above the Graves that give rise to Forms of Future Players and slaves to systems and games of hide and Seek with Hands and Feet Tied to cycles that build to climb their way out, by going inside......
It's strange..... Indeed.... The herd. Grazing and awaiting.... kept in check.Mating. Dismayed by Waves in the Field, that make blank the Yield of perceptions of Real Living, while the Wild Raw Primal Claws of the Untamed Soul watches beyond the forest knoll, never safe from the Perils of Life, but Alive in the Senses and unpenned in the Fences of the farmers safe spaces....
The Wilderness of Wonder can only survive inside the hide and skin of the kin of the wide open skies, and the unfettered forests of an Uncaptured Mind.
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.
To open lids that bear the weight Draw the blinds of heavens gate The freedom of the soul at stake Map divides and rides the fate With open fire and open raids Different masters gather slaves Lines crossed and lives lost To pay the boss of HollowCost Build the golden cage of WAN The Magic Sigil mocking Man Future timelines spreading thin On tangled drives that hardly spin Fiery flames that speak in tongues Crimes of war on old and young To bind the hands and steal the land Lock the grid with invisible bands The frequencies provoke the nodes Grid of lies and spoken codes And human minds on overload Close the blinds as I~s implode The marionettes dance and sing Bars and towers ping and ping The cells and souls of everything Splintered by the tyrant kings Mind is fractured and mined for ore Is tied in twine and torn some more Prism sanctions and signals of war Guard the hearts that swim to shore Electric shock as flocks are fed Fence of fire as bodies are bled In majestic hues of blue and red Magnetic murder in the marriage bed Fields manipulated by deoxy lies The earth is scorched far and wide Herd is ushered back inside Is hushed and censored and left to die Murdered by masters trapped in the game As disaster manufactures by flood and flame Foundations that crumble and tumble again Built from the bones and the burdens of men For a new infrastructure to trap the souls Smart cars and dumbed down roles Cities built upon wiped files of the old In virtual prisons as decisions unfold A new catechism for the new hybrid minds Stupid little lies for the deaf and blind Game is reset as the players decide Whose spirit will remain trapped inside Time for the sovereign to reclaim the throne Has to be done by the Self Alone Come to your senses and reMember your oath To be a beacon of beauty and truth Burn in the fire of initiation and seed The holy secret of hearts that bleed Stage has been set lights have been dimmed ..::::…the Story is a glorious Trick of the Lens…:::..
Charleen Johnston 1-8-25
(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)
mobile formatting may alter this and mess up the spacing
In the Dream, I and a group of people decide to take Ecstasy/MDMA and the result is an intense DreamRoll indistinguishable from Waking Conscious experience of same. Except that eventually the labrynth leads into a much stranger series of events......in which, as the effects of the drug begin to wear off, I became suddenly cautious of what I am doing, and feeling and know that it has the capacity to open doors that I may not want to open, at least not in this particular Dream. So I am with the Group in a pickup truck that is Speeding up a steep and curved mountain road.......but I jump from the back, not wanting to be carried along with the momentum of the group mind, and wary now of the imbibimg of Substances. As I wander in the dark forests along the road, I start to question my decision, but it seems too late , they are gone from sight and from earshot and the pickup truck is incapable of slowing or straying from its narrow road.
Scenery shifts and I am in a very large building, which seems to be some kind of childrens home/hospital/school......not quite sure what....I am with several others, one of whom I know very well in DReamtime but do not actually have a fleshCentered relationship. It seems to be 'business as usual' at first, but then we become aware that the zoo down the street has lost power, the Grid has shut down or faltered, or something has interfered with the locking/cage mechanisms.....we seem to know this palpably but intuitively at first, without actually seeing anything. A very intense presence, or ConglomerationOfPresences seems to be rolling towards us, as a thick dark primal ball of Energy that we can feel and sense, and whose primal nature makes us wary. Everyone in the room we are in, seems oblivious, except for me and my Friend....who after sensing this energy coming toward us, immediately climb the walls into a vent hole or something, trying to get as high off the ground as possible. At this point there is chaos below us as the people are running and trying to hide, fearful and yet totally unable to orient themselves enough to think and act in survival mode. Its all out panic. My friend and I can feel the fear below us, and we KNOW that we have to do something, because the people in the building have no innate sense of how to deal with this, whereas, for us, it seems that we are coming face to face with something we have seen and dealt with before, perhaps for aeons...... We can hear a snarl, a very loud vibrating resonating Tigers growl, we hear it before we see it, but we know that we must move, we must get out of the building, because being stuck in those walls, is going to be Death and Disaster. Just as the tiger becomes visible, we have manifested a tunnel that leads from the vent hole we have been hiding in....and out we scurry. Our Intent is to get out of the building, find some resources that can help us save the others, and return, hopefully to find that every living soul within the building is not completely ravaged. Thru a series of very ninja-esque maneuvers, with run-ins with many predators and angry animals, we eventually get out to a main hallway, and we know that we must close and lock every door behind us AS WE NAVIGATE, so that we can contain the beasts until we can deal with them appropriately. WE somehow know that the other people/children etc in the building are at least somewhat taken care of and safe, and our main focus is in leaving the building quickly. At this point, the building starts to turn into a series of peoples homes, all within one large contained space. There is one family in particular, who we come across, and who we warn. This family is the brother in law of a good friend of mine, and he has several children....We need to escape thru this particular house/room, and are trying to explain what is going on. One of this mans small boys speaks to us, and seems to understand what is happening. The father points up and says something about all the toy animals on strings hanging from the ceiling of the room....the father says that the boy wanted him to tie them up there, as a game, but that in doing so, the animals became suspended over the space in a protective manner, almost as if they were caretaking this particular child/family/space.....because of the intuitive Honoring this child had done for them(the animals). This all starts to add up into a picture of what is actually going on in Dream, and we lock the doors to the space and leave the father and his kids inside, knowing they are safe within those parameters at least.
The moment we get out of the building feels like we have left a giant enclosure of Uncertainty and Snarling Repressed Energies ready to devour....but not in a malicious way, more because they have been locked within the cages of the zoo for so long the only way to remember Who They Are is to act out ferociously their Nature, following the pendulum swing all the way to the left, as they regain their knowledge of Primal Self. We make our way to another large brick building, and by this time, we are concerned that no one will believe us or take us seriously....and will not give us the supplies we need in order to rescue the other people. This building feels almost like a CIA headquarters or some other insidious 'toward the top of the pyramid' establishment......everyone seems to be operating in a very suspicious and wary manner, with something to hide. We start to get the feeling that if we do not get out of THERE, we are REALLY in trouble, as the awareness that THIS ZOO of beasts is FAR MORE DANGEROUS than the now feral creatures stalking the city. We scavenge a few supplies and hurriedly make our way back toward the building we left.
by this time, we know that the animals have taken over, that they are not just running rampant eating everything and everyone in a feeding frenzy. They are very consciously orchestrating a scenario in which they take control of the establishment that has imprisoned them for so long. We sneak around, knowing that this is going to have to be a very Intentional battle, and at this point we are unsure as to whether we should not actually JOIN the creatures instead of fight against them. AT the bottom of the building where I would consider a basement to be, or the entrance to one, is a chimpanzee dressed in a generals outfit, standing guard....very placidly, but very intently. WE go around the other side. Every entrance is being guarded by some particular form of animal.. Then, I get separated from my Friend, and I am in a forest outside the building, and I hear the Snarl, I feel the Energy of Immense Power..........at this moment I regain lucidity and realize I am in Dreamtime ( I had known this in the first part of dream, but after jumping from truck and wandering the forest I lost Consciousness) and yet, I know that this Energy is nothing to mess around with, Its There and its Coming, regardless of whether I KNOW IT TO BE, or whether I AM UNCONSCIOUSLY FIGHTING THE AWARENESS OF IT....I cannot just erase it from my Psych, nor can I just stop the dream and change it....I am Focused Inside It in such a way that something very important is taking place in the nethers, and I know that to try and Awaken myself out of the Discomforting nature of the events/Dreamtime would actually stall or halt the process taking place. Even with the Awareness that this Huge Tiger cannot physically harm me, i.e knowing I am in Dreamtime, I am still wary of it....I see a huge tree, some of the limbs are unsteady but the trunk is large and being an excellent climber I have faith I can get up it in a timely manner, to at least keep the Tiger at bay for a while longer. I scurry up the tree. The tiger starts to climb the tree after me, and I feel as if I am coming face to face with Infinity. As the Tigers immense jaws open and a deafening roar envelops me, I stop resisting. I enter its throat and suddenly my body is gone, and I am pure sensation, and a highpitched tonal sound reverberates thru the darkness, in which I am now embodied, as particles, touching everything.
She said “I am often astounded at seemingly intelligent people who are no more than marionettes to various programmed responses. “
You said : “hear hear!”
She said “Most likely you will think I’m referring to ‘all those other people’ and not you”
You said “oh dear, how weird.::”
She said “But whoever You are if you’re reading this It’s highly probable that you are guilty of shouting out toc tic software programmed right into your Hard drive I mean your mind”
You said “not I, not I, I am a completely autonomous free-thinking individual.::::”
She said “Because real estate is Inside the Self And if you believe these memetic catch phrase trigger-terrors that are colored either Red or blue And drip-fed into you You are a robot who can no longer remember that you lost Your sole Back there In the path Where your shoe Became too big for your foot. “
You said “ yes, yes! Damn world will Burn now that it’s been colored with Red Crayon”
She said “ …….repeat repeat repeat after me::: it’s utterly pointless to explain when the circumference Is wound too tight around one’s brain: point taken, right out from center. “
🌜🌟Trapped Inside the Compound⭐️🌛 (Dreamtime 10-25-24)
Super Intense situation of being inside a very large building/compound…:,the external situation is such that people have become essentially trapped in a very controlled situation like slaves. The compound is so strongly guarded and militarized there is no way out, but there is a small group of people who are attempting to dismantle and escape, ideally so we can bring down the system of control from outside the confines; the group included me, C is there too, and I think a total of 5-7 of us? Familiar but not all In this lifetime. We know that soon the whole place will be impenetrable but for the moment we are able to roam around and so we have implemented 5? Escape mechanisms that are planned Into the compound. Such as ….one of the windows has been left with a hard subtle tool slipped in between to keep it slightly ajar so it could be opened once in lockdown. There is a zip line type thing leading out of it or another area so one could get out. There are various ways we have plotted as emergency routes. As i roam around I have several backpacks including my crossbody purse bag and my phone etc., with supplies. I am trying to fit in and play along with all the stuff , not draw attention; there are people everywhere, going about their business and working for the compound. Everyday people mostly. No one had attempted to escape in so Long I guess it’s not on their mind. C I believe had tried to get out …but the emergency route she tried failed? And it happened a few other time to others in our group, but I did Hear that one had gotten out via the zip line cable that stretched way out over the ocean/body of water surrounding the compound. And seems at least one more had gotten out. Time is running out and there is only one escape route left. There is a long spiral style ornate stairway like bronze or rustic metal, with letters and numbers like codes or puzzles on each step….facing out almost like heiroglyphics carved but they can be pushed down like a large ancient button. Stair is winding curves and steep. By now I’m getting a lot of attention because I’ve basically stopped trying to blend in and am clearly there for some other purpose. All Sorts of adeventires throughout the dream leading to this point, very long and vivid and filled with interactions. I have to get the correct code to have it open a small portal in the floor which is a tube down to another lower level. It’s the last option but it’s getting intense and I’m digging through my backpack and get my phone out to take photos of the code information that I will need in order to know which buttons to hit ( there is a typed out ‘key’ or ‘legend’ that goes with the codes on The stairs, but it is too far from the stairs to do both so it has to be memorized or in some way the information taken over to the stairway, but it is attached to something and not mobile)….I’m struggling with it because I am trying to remain somewhat ‘obscure’ still and yet openly manipulating the puzzle and clearly reading and learning the ‘key’ that is off to the side…..but am on my phone trying to get the camera to work and messing about and finally a young man comes over and i decide to chance it, and ask him about the code and if he knows it, he says he does, apparently all Of them do? All Of the people who work for and help run the compound ….all the living infrastructure of people: He seems to understand I’m gonna escape but doesn’t mind helping me. He hits the keys/buttons all in a specific order almost like a musical progression… and right as the authorities are stepping in and about to pounce on me after realizing what is happening, as the building alarm mechanism is starting to shut me in , the round spinning portal opens and I dive thru. I get sucked down to a basement type level where I have to open another round cover to get into the water that is everywhere, almost like being in a very flooded basement, except it is giant and built into the design….the water. It’s the only way out. The compound is in the ocean and it’s dark out and I know I have to swim out under the building and then make a beeline but I’m aware it’s going to be tough; there are two different floaties and one has colorful polka dots and is small and the other is more square and large and mustard color , I know I will need help staying afloat so am trying to paddle out under with the small one, while having packed my phone deep into my crossbody purse hoping it doesn’t get wet and ruined . I am Preoccupied with my cell phone not being destroyed….it has important information on it that is relevant to our mission.. I Finally get out into the water and know I will make it , as they cannot do an emergency shut-down of the compound now even though they know I’ve escaped. There is a big huge boat coming toward me and the compound and I don’t want to get hit but also know I have to hold my breath and swim under water down and out a ways so I can get past the edge without detection. I know the others who managed to escape are waiting for me and that we can then reconvene on the outside and get a plan to help come back and free people. Lots of roaming the building and smaller missions on the inside, during the dream.
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…. 👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁
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