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🃏✨Eye of the Hurricane✨🃏

…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……………

(Charleen Johnston 2002)

Neo keeps Phyting

Neo keeps phyting
But he never wins
A young seed planted 
Stays right Where it is
It’s all A game 
of poles n holes
Seeds in Soils
And sines in souls
Aligned in Time
And Min.e.d from molds
Too loose for truth
To blindly fold 
As Neos Phyte
And  Architects build
The battleground
Where Agents Will
PreScriptZions into Being
As Oracles play at seeing
Through the Dream
Or through the Codes
As Bleeding Seams
To implode the nodes
As Neo Phytes for Trinity
Inside the Womb of Destiny 
ImPlantAtIon 
FertileEyes
Jesters Gestating
In DisGuise
Poking holes in ParaDise
ReVersing poles as sacrifice 
Alchemy of space and Time
The Lamed Smith goads the Mine
 Turning Metals into Mind……

Charleen Johnston 
6.27.2024

The Health of your EgoSystem

Every Cell in your body is a self in your own creations, all in one expression. What is the health of yourCellves? Does your distorted EgoSystem keep yourCellves in chronic fear, toxicity, denial, and degradation? Or do you treat your Body and yourCellves with respect, compassion, honesty, and wholeness?

Do you point fingers at the world in accusation and defense and emotional perturburance, all while denying your own Cellves their authentic expression within your EgoSystem?

This is the Swan Song

This is the swan song.....
Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns
In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured
Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy
Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition
 
Get into position
My friends
Let's say this simply so the useful idiots
Can begin to rescind their terror
Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror
Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted
Yet, Resistance just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery

The flavor of this mess
Order out of chaos as the agitators profess
....politik pointing to prolific policy's of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency

This is the Swan Song
I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to
Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old. 

This is the Swan Song 
Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages
On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Wield the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More....Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind.....in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the  Swan Song Hovers......frozen..... 


copyright Charleen Johnston
8-27-2020

Actors acting perpetually

…. Whenever the masses are suddenly fed a big dish of something, I am immediately suspicious. I intentionally don’t take in ‘trending’ things so that I don’t download the mass frequency into my being. sometimes there’s a dash of salt n pepper n Truth mixed in with a whole lotta subtle agenda and I like to watch how the waves permeate the collective aura and go into Dreamtime and source the codes myself. I rarely hear anything I havnt already contemplated anyway. It feels like a new line drawn in the sand is being cast into the frequent.See baiting the latent stasis::::we shall see.

Actors acting perpetually
Cointelpro.grammatically
Sealed as new deals
Reveal
Grazing cattle in electric fields
Made to crave what seems to feel
Like Home
As alteredCarbon hides
In bones
And tones
Too hard to fly
As
EL.Mag dines on Minds
In Domes.
Nines sidewinded
And
Blindfolded
In Time.

CLJ 5-23-2024

How gloriously the We hold tightly

How gloriously the We hold tightly
To desperate dreams
Of victimhood
Clinging to the seams of Right
And Left Wings
Born from Memes 
Painted with Blood
How magnificently the program
Takes hold
The lies and cries and
Ties that Bind
Are blinding in their bitter goodbyes
As the foothold of ones soul
Is Lost to the magic Mold
The cost of freedom
As minds are bought and sold
How shocking to watch the wounds
Peel and pry the tombs
From the loom 
As the Masters spin 
The tunes and Rip the song
From the Mothers womb
Inverting the Music of men
And women who jump too soon
Into the abyss 
Of That & This
Baring bleeding fists of rage
Undisciplined Shifts
Of the gears and the twists
Of the fears that seed 
The Shadows sweet Mirrors...
Shattered Stewards of this New Age
Oh how the We holds so intently
To the identity
Of being the victim 
As the Sick Dictum grips their mind
And erodes the Codes
Born in Time
Into imploding roads of crime
And sideWinds into highs
Of euphoric rhetoric built from blind
Adherence to inferior minds
That Pride themselves on
GroupThink Size of Lines
Drawn in sand
Glass eyes staring blankly
In artificial bands of Light
Splintered thru the cells
In fight or flight
Wherein the We Dwells
So terrified
And paralyzed 
And petrified like stone
Afraid to See the Wounds
Have been born from their own
Image
Hiding itSelf in the Dreams
That damage
The minds and the Mes
Of the Corpus
That creates 
Scenes
Of
Be. 
Sovereign
Selves
Always and AllWays Dwell
In the Deeper See
Beyond the Shell
EmPowered by the Currents
Ease
No need to Buy and Sell
Or trade Souls in Hell
In proclamations of Victimhood...
The We is a Me that Speaks in Blood
The Time is nigh 
The Waters are Tears and Cries
Shall Flood
From the Fountain of Freedom
That Springs from the Heart
Of Mud
The Infinite Art of the Earth
As she Births the Beginning 
Again
A deep sweet Breath
As the New Day Begins.  

 Charleen Johnston
6-7-20 
“Causes….. Know what your jumping into “
“this is your brain on PreScripted Reality Highs”

Where do you fill YOUR Pre.Script.Ions?

The critical degree

since the Architect knows that a small percentage of people won't accept the Matrix, he gives them an alternate universe to live in: "real" life in Zion....and they don't even know that they are really still in a larger matrix. They just keep occupied fighting an enemy instead of waking up..... 

  .... The Critical Degree... The Chasm....the Force of the Spazm thrusts us out into a new Day, a new Game to Play....choose Carefully which Script you want to Read....the codes have been downloaded unbeknownst to you Over Aeons and Aeons and now corrode the Truth of Who You Are..... Don't accept their Paradigms..... Don't Play out the war crimes that are being Triggered in your Mind as you try to Find the Line of Least Resistance.... The Trick of Blissful Existence is to Keep the Tension Taut.... Don't seek comfort nor Sloth.... Dare yourself to Break the Shell of your Wildest Bare Self ...Birth thru Maat and Thoth the Kind and Joyful Embrace of All The Lost Pieces....Stepping off their Preconfigured Grid locked in with the beast ...laced with poison and dreams deceased ....they are dependent on your Imaginative Juices to Burgeon All Yous into a Solid Groove of Threadbare t r u t h
 
 
Charleen Johnston 
11-02-2020

Mourning DEW

The Possum Elder speaks
Of smoldering embers on
Mountain peaks
Clearing the way for
The next stage in the game
Smart city tech bubble
Suffocation from natures rubble
As genetic engineers weather
Storms spliced from bloody tears
As programmed gears creak
Through the new dawn
Modified lives and times and
Mass mind control crimes
In smoky mirrors that crack
And spawn
The revolution
Built from fear and steering
Fabricated crisis deoxyribo-rising prices
Of fictions Fueling the predictions
Of a new earth
Covered in smart dust
Sparking apocalyptic flames
Combust inside the fading sane
Birth
Of the mother
And child
Breathless in labor
As operating tables cut deep
Into the heart and soul and keep
The divine child
Stuck within
A technorevolutionary trash bin
Cashing in
As the synaptic rapture consumes
In mountain disaster
Counting the DeathOfStars
Supernova
AlgorithmicIntelligence Takeover
In stupid SmartCars
Made to break your scarred hearts
And take this game to a new layer of
Control
Loss of sovereignty loss of soul
Downloaded programs take their toll
As altered carbon smolders
And hardened arteries to turn trees
Into smart cities
To usher in
The wage of war
Within
Psychic space
And the gulags built from
Fragmented minds
And iron bars as mars missionaries
Rise to protect
The architect of the dream
That no longer bleeds
And the bird flies overhead
Signaling sigils and misdeeds
As the mourning DEW
Triggers a scripted set
That’s wet with Untruth
And sinister nous
As heartbeats hang from the noose.

Charleen Johnston 3-22-2024

Black Madonna Virgin Mary Carbon Diamond

Carbon black Madonna goddess Diamond the Virgin Mary
In essence carbon diamond the same
Black carbon evolves itself organically thru Pressure
Diverted Process substituting Silica for Diamond carbon evolution
Earth is giant Silica Macrochip
Synthetic overlay of Organic Mater Matter Matrix Maat
???
Hybridizing carbon/silicon
Black Carbon 666 has been demonized, so has black Madonna, black goddess, dark mater, flesh, Body; Diamond Virgin Mary Purity Clear Light logic Spirit worshipped,

But they
Are one
And the same
In essence, the expressions of matter/spirit
Mater/Pater Matrix Pattern
Therein Lie We…..
Somewhere In Between

Silicon a lesser substitute of Diamond

Silicone is manMade

The AntiChristed?

Carbon =Diamond…..two expressions of One Single Element ~Buddhist Diamond Body~ The One~ Into the Many ….however:

Silicon being used for ‘artificial overly’ singularity comprised from silicone based algorithmic reality structure

Battlestar Galactica Cylons/Humans ….number six…. Looking for hybrid……(Orgonoid Ai) hybrid of Ai(silicone) and Organic( carbon)

Just some contemplations that have been firming for quite some time

Too Many Clues in this room

There are too many clues in this room. Everything adds up to nothing more than another door. I am unhinged. Fragmented. Infinitely recursive memories lure me into crevices and cracks in Time and Space and I fear I will never escape. The psychgulags magnify every passing Self inSides and wide angled lenses. Dreaming fractals seaming Me. Cyclic reveries….instant pedigrees of gods and goddesses and hybrid minds trapped in time….where do the lines blend into mine? Ive been inside for aeons. There are too many mirrors. The more complex the geometry, the easier it is to trap consciousness. The map is not the territory. The map is not the territory. The map is not the territory. I remind myself. I find my Selves hiding in prizm cells. Self contained and self detained. “A mind so complex its breaking her neck,she thinks shes a car driving to its own wreck”. The tachyon rides the fractal, I said. Once. Inside the Dream. But a new story gripped me before I could fill fully the stream of conscious twists tearing at my seams. If I could just slow it down. Breathe. Bleed. Feed. ReSeed into the Dream. Freeze the frames and seize the reigns in Mater Matters domain. Anchor Pater Patterns through a human brain. Focus the locus of attention and split in tension to sink deep deep deeper into dimensions of space that slow the pace…..dermal descension to discover the faces and names that trace my place in the game. Perhaps its all hocus pocus, scripted scenes on blinking screens that spread thru minds like psychic memes programmed by blind adherence to spliced genes in the white satin sheen of a world uncovered but never seen. And all this, all this, all this will set me free.

Charleen a johnston 11-29-2023