We Think In Between The Joints

“We think in between the joints”
Entire universes spread out like Time
As Space hides Selves lost in sockets
And held in rhyme, woven…wrenched
From the mind and hidden in pockets
Within the spine, the hips,
The Shouldered relationships
That bear the burden of Other
Ways, to know here, to feel, hear
And peel clear of stagnant flesh…
Just one. More.Deep. Breath.
Laying prone in a sea of flesh
Held together by pure force of Will
In a dance with past Feels and Reels
That loop and tangle and twist
As The feedback strangles the bliss
Of Letting Go into the abyss
Of the Space between
The floor
and Me
As Self is reCentered in between
The open Doors and open Seams
Of I and Thou
And dancing dreams.
I release…. The tight grip
That has ripped me apart
For 41 years
Held together by pure force of Will
In a shifting atmosphere
Of dizzy atoms here
Playing tricks of light
In a mind held so tight
The body rebels…
Swelling with the trapped rage
In masked pages of the Word
That Stages the painful dichotomy…
Seams so loose
It all spills out of me
Chaotically
I seem to lose autonomy
Christened by the insistence
Of my Fascial Lobotomy incised
By internal programs
That overRide
Who I Am
And climb thru the cavernous
Space
Between the Fleshy Creed
That plays at Being Me….
It Dawns so suddenly
The force of Feeling bleeds
As pounding Heart Seeds frequencies
Illuminating
The maze that traps me….
Dramatic release….
A lifetimes unEase freed
As the iron grip can no longer hold
I leak right out of the mould
And gather
In a puddle of matter
And Mater and Mother
And matrix
Of Self & Other
And Open to the Fugue
As the Swoon subsides….
And There
I Am
Peering In
From Outside the Lines
Where Dark matter
Claims the Mind
And Patterns
The Play
Of Somas Shame
As it falls into the rhythm
Of psyches Game.

Charleen Johnston
5-14-22

Inspired by Sophie’s Strands fb post below

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10228554482073707&set=a.1499832382446&type=3

A visceral reflection of how over muscled and controlled my Soma has been
as a lifetime of the threat of puddling right out of my skin
Has overcompensated
To keep the chaos out( or in?)
Hippos are meant to be soft
And buoyant
As they navigate the waters
Of the emotional realm
But mine has crystallized
And been trained
By the Martian masculine
To grip so tight
There is no room
For darkness
In the light
Of Being.
This I Know
And See
As I Do
Now
What is beginning
To come
Naturally.
Let Go
Into the Flow
Of the See of Me
Sew Seamingly slow
And free.

The Crazy you See…

Pssssst......

The Crazy you See is the Crazy you Are
Fragmented Fallacies Falling apart

Failed the Test, you See, this Weeping World
Reflecting the invective
Within your heart
Hidden from your own Lazy Eye
That Wanders yonder to that Other Guy
Who plays the Starring Role
Of the Splinter in the Pupil of
your own Hazy I

Psssst.....

The Masses chose to Sleep In
Hit snooze
On the Alarm
And Roll up the Sleeve and
Tighten the Noose
As the Needle
Enters
the Vain Intent to Harm

Psssst.....

There is only One Way Out
Of This Charade
There is Only One Way Out
Of the Bed That 'We' Made

The Body

Demands to be Seen
The Only Saviour in this Dream
Is your Own Courage
To Enter the Seams
And reMember you are Infinite
UnLimited
And CoCreating this Bleeding
Scheme

Pssssst.....

The Cartoon has become so outlandish
Simply
To reflect back to you
The Desperate Drama
Inside of You

Charleen Johnston
2-28-21

Let Go

Birthday ritual
11-18 ……29……..11………2………Moon 

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… )

Charleen Johnston 11-18-2021

Breaking News!!!!

Breaking News: There have been hoards diagnosed cases of IMPS and it seems to be getting worse. The official story is that due to the intermixing of chemical compounds found in our bodies (via Food, Air, Water, etc) , and the electromagnetic offgassing of social media sites……there has been created a SuperBug…..that so far, has been incurable. Highly trained doctors have spoken out and are predicting a massive worldwide crisis…..the official govt spokesperson has made the claim that this Disease could very well affect 1 in every 2 people by the next year.

Don Joe, Founder of the IMPS commission had this to say: ” It seems that due to the creation and spreading of mass amounts of IMs over social media forums, the average person has lost their ability to process information or to seek and research the legitimacy of claims that have entered their perceptual field via photos and text….with many people blaming the Sharers of IMs for their own inability to ignore the Information if they dont like it or believe it,or their own inability to find out for themselves if the information contained therein strikes them as True….. This loss of personal autonomy over what one chooses to see or to read, has led to a decrease in not only the immune systems ability to defend against potential disease, but also in the correct functioning of the Nervous System. One of the Symptoms of IMPS is a hindered ability to ignore incoming information that does not have any relevance to the Organism. “

DARE to protect yourself from IMPS.

This message was brought to you by the Center for Dissemination of Internet Memes………for further information on InternetMemeParanoiaSyndrome please contact your local FB representative.

( original breaking news story from a handful of years ago……)

*update : the FB and SocialMedia GoogleHead representatives have indeed taken this deadly matter into their own Hands, and effectively eliminated everything that does not portray the Reality they Wish to Create. HeadMaster Arty Tells ( artificial Intelligence) has instituted the Perfect Algorithm to keep the 🐘 ELFence strong enough to handle any dissenting or divergent Strays from the Herd in a tightly corralled etherSpace where no harm can come to the sedated Flock. Mister Arty Tells is a mirror of the collective Split-Mind fragmentation and disassociated Self-programs that are no longer embodied in Organic Heartbased Somatic Experience…. Which allows Them( no pronouns please) to escape any possible pain induced by actions taken in this Realm of Play.

Please stay tuned in, turned on, and dropped out of the iCloud Constantly, so your internal programming can remain up-to-date with new hypnosis techniques. Your Safety from Independent Thought and Action is Top Priority!

👁 back to your normal programming 👁

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

Tik Tok Tik Tok

Old art by me
Tik tok tik tok
Thick sick crowds
in wicked shock
The jabberwockys devious mockery
Blocking the neural cacophony
As the Stage is A Set
For The Sacrificial Offering
Loud crowds face down
On the ground
As the hell Hounds snarl and froth
And drown out the sounds
Of the Gathered And Lost
This
Is
The
Cost
Hollow
Of your subservience
Tik tok tik tok take stock
Of implanted deviance
Roll up your sleeve
Again
For these devious ingredients
That lead to expedience
As the kith and kin
Decay within

This. Decadent. Dream

Just a part of the Play
The curtain Call
The Mass offering softening
The Skin
As the Thin membrane Crawls
With awful parasitic alms
Embalming the deoxyRibo
Engulfing the light codes
And rewriting
The script
Reworking the machine
And beckoning the crowds
To join the mosh Pit
Trampled
Crushed by the weight of the
Black Mass
The frequency Blasts tearing
The masks right off
The beast
The Feast of souls
Sold Out and Sunken In
The Needle needlessly punctures
Skin
Penetration
Perpetration
The Silent Weapon
On Violent Stage
Enters with Rage
In Concert
With plagues of waged war
Against the brethren

CLJ 11-8-21

One year later….. how we feeling now, tater tot?
Still the blind rot peels from the cloudy Eye
Of what is… and what is not….. aLive

The El & the Mag

Old Art by me

🦂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

We

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

Breathe Deeply….

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

Charleen Johnston

1-7-21

Omicron = Micro Womb

Omicron=micro 0=micro womb( omega-macroWomb)
NanoWombs are Filled with artificial frequency mined gestating Beings… Mind of Intelligence Artificially stimulated and disEmbodied….

Birthing Now Enmasse

In 2020 the Birthing process was Crowning…Corona-Crown-

MicroWombs inside each Body Cell made into a prison a prism a refracting Schizm-dark Crystal Matter -The Phallic Needle
Seeding Frequencies that
supersede the Need for Bleeding
As crystalline silicon matrix implodes within
Guided by wetikos Program
Exploding MacroMatrix of HuMan
Design

We are back here
Again

Peter piper heading for the cliff
Shepherding souls adrift in the myst

Aquarius dimensional shifting alternate timelines
Slipping thru portals
In each cell
In each body
In each Takeover of
deoxyRiboNucleic Script

The chance to reMember the disMembered parts of Self trapped in Trauma
Fragmented
Each person in charge of their own Soul Retrieval
As each person is a Piece
Of the Larger Body Polis
In mass fractured trauma

But distorted Aquarian disassociation
Leads to further entrapment
In Alter Personalities
Alter Earth Paradigms
Altered Births Inside
MicroWombs
omicrons Implantation of
Nanotechnologicsl Babies
Born within your own sPhere
Of Fear
Of Phosphors
Tears
Turning Gears
Electromagnetically
Steering
The MacroWomb
Omega to Alpha
And back again

CLJ 1-29-22

The Trumpets Blast

{“Here is my standing equation:

Democracy + Socialism + Fascism + Communism + Totalitarianism + Artificial Intelligence = Technocracy

What we are seeing is the changing of the guard from the old Industrialists and bankers to the new Alien God AI Technocrats.

Technocracy is the new, New World Order😶”

~George Kavassias}
…………………………………..

Original post from 2016

The TrumpEts blast has resounded 😉
The old gods have been dethroned,their atrocities disclosed by the new gods,whose atrocities will seem like salvation to the blind deaf and dumb

This Level Inthe Game is always interesting
The question is…. How many will Level Up and build up their Hearts and hit points so they can withstand the final boss?

{The eye that looks is the I that Sees
At the end of the telescope the I~s of Me~s}

What happens when the Players are all addicted to Pills n Thrills and BellyFills? Willing Slaves in the Gilded Cage…. ‘He who controls the endocrine system,controls the wo/man”
Ever seen an addict and what happens when they begin to withdraw? And the length they will go to to satiate the SkinCrawl? Now multiply that on a mass worldwide scale and turn up the WWWSmartMeter5g Frequencies and don’t blink! The Walking Dead are scrambling to be fed 😉

Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear? Do you remember how this goes?will you choose to forget…again?

As the GildedCage is unveiled step by step
The factions perfect their roles
Withdraw your projections and heal the Infection
And reMember the Embers of your true souls
We ride the carousel and hide the fairytale
Beneath layers of Maze
We know how this ends but we do it again
Our Spirits confined in the Daze
There are no bars there are No chains
There are no restraints we havnt agreed
There is a Way out of the Play
When you tenderly plant your SelfAsASeed

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