⚡️Oh the irony of swimming in an electricSea Of hectic memes and desperate screams Stepping into the trap that breeds A virtual prison of 1-2-3-a-B-c What I mean What I deem to be Imperative in this sterile fib Is unplugging from the falseCollective Masks that grasp the seed of inception Wrap minds in images meant for assimilation
This tribulation is scripted The prescription for complicity Is terrified ambiguity Masquerading as ingenuity In making it through this mess And somehow feeling blessed To have uploaded ones mind into a Hive Grateful that nature shall Survive To see her fruit trapped Zapped inside mapped out lives Homogenized and socialized into mediocrity
I saw this all in Aeons of Dreams Played it all out and rode the seams And still i'm slightly shocked At the rapidity Of the begging idiocy Demanding protection from the very blood We bleed That keeps us human Instead of a machine
The chessboard squares itself In 64 places The spaces between I Ching codon rings and DeoxyRiboNucleousity Drenched in disHarmonic frequency Quenching curiosity and breeding hypocrisy Oh what a world we meet When we lose ourselves to the SmartScreen And forget to walk on earth with our feet
You Are a Seed. Will you be Fallow? I Hug the wombMother who nurtures me And vow to remain her child that bleeds Vow to remain Wild like the weeds And stormy seas The dirty electricCity that rapes my genes Shall be one more take in one more scene the adventure is infinite And so are we
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.
*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!
it’s called a news FEED for a reason, You are being force fed a juicy stew Of engineered ‘news’ and brewed unTruths Because the newcAge zoo runs on Loosh
But I don’t Eat From the hand that serves Genetically Modified Urges And emotional purges
I just chuckle An 8 second scroll unrolls Image after image Meant to unFold Inside the neural nest
Keep eating. Yum yum. At this Point in the Game Every single thing you react to Was baked in an artificial maze To Daze your neural pathways.
The script Is ripping your fiLes Compressed aggression Pretending to Lifes Sudden Happenings.
“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 voices captivate me Elevate me Even try to concentrate me But they can't endure This mind is pure Eternal door of the nothing more
My third eye is on fire Opening higher and higher Til even my mind Is the liar And now I don't know Who to believe I smile though while I know I am being deceived
They try to talk to me Preach to me Thinking they make sense to me But their mind is on the Green A viral sickness Caught in-between The here and the there Don't they know the Here is There? It doesn't matter where
They run from life They run from death What else is left? Some in-between? A placenta sunbeam Orange sherbert ice cream For the healthy daydream? A prism of nothing's and somethings That don't mean a thing 'Cept the words that define them Contain them Like an ass caught in denim Blue Genes to split your seams It's all a three-ring Circus full of shiny things To make the eyes squeam Feign Sell their souls for the American Dream Dripping like ice scream From the high beam Of the American side-street
The Freak show comes and goes They can't say No They get disgusted but they still go 'Cause their afraid to see What their own lives mean Chasing the Green They do a double take When they see me They're afraid to Be What they want to be And won't admit They don't like what they see When they open the Screen To the in-between.
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.
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 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🃏
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)
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