Hold YourSelves Accountable

Hold yourSelves accountable my Friends
Your etherNets are holding you In
Breath no longer on You can depend
It’s trapped gasses are masking the Lens
Coming soon to a theatre near You, Truth
Soon the Noose is too tight to cut loose
The fight in your blood, the flight of your tears
Next in line please, 6 feet under Dirty Fears
Installment of Barbed Wire inside your Mind
The mission statement of Ties that Bind
Panic to paranoia to participation in Rape
Room to Escape from the Lies that drape
The soft cloak of terror over your soul
Key to the kingdom hiding in the Whole
To Speak freely and seek freedom Within
Hell as the Spells build Shells around Men
Locked inside electroGenetic technoSkies
Inside Minds blinded by rising tides in disguise
Strangled by dangling delusions of death
Cells compelled to sell their breath
In desperation, inDigNations Fate waiting
Tangled truths twisted by hate in baited
Minds of 01010001111 binary blind spots
The preProgrammed Plot thickens like snot
Flocks mocked in rotting sickness and pain
And clotting like broken neural codes of Brain
Herd huddled in hushed whispers and hiding
In virtual Veins that Bleed, fallow Seeds riding
Shock Waves from crest to shore as Tests
And Blessed Pores Open for more Infested
Horror to drain the Soverign Selves of Man
Within the Collective Decay as time Spans
The Periphery, demands that history repeat
Blocked Pathways as Power plots defeat
Nerves frazzled and bedazzled by Light
Of Illusion refracted from mirrored Delusions
Terror stricken and errors thickened by fears
They fomented, freedom they fled and tears
Chose to shed for blood they bled in vain
This is a test a push from the nest of thegame
There is no Power Greater than your Will
Are you Ready to steady the turning Wheel
No blame no shame no remnants or stains or
Victims are claimed in the Waking Story
The Path is Open the Road is Clear
Mind is aMazed when there is no Fear
Masks fall from Faces who Make the Choice
Silent Suffering transforms into True Voice
Symptoms subside and blind eyes can See
The Immortality of the I~s and the We~s
Puzzled Perceptions Pattern the Way
Pieces return to Wholes in the Play
Are You ready to Birth your own Being
In Brilliant Renewal, Fueling and Freeing
The Seed of your Seeing into the Spirit
Open to Infinity, open to Awe, We Are It
But we’ve forgotten, begotten blind Eyes
The Time has Come to ReMember and Fly
Poisoned hearts must remove the Shame
Bodies and Blood must purify the Pain
No ties can bind the One who Knows, Wakes
Longer cycles turning within Cosmic Makers
Coping with Eternity and Playing with Sight
With Wild and Wonderful Dancing Delight
Chaos of Creation Unfolds and Takes Stock
Of flowering Fields in ElectroMagnetic Flocks
Freedom is The Foundation for All to Play
And Play is the Passion to Pattern the Way
Freedom is the only true Path of Love
Of compassion that lasts and rises above
Self inDwelling in Shells of dense Desire
Too fractured in manufactured woven wires
Trapped by hired hands that block the bliss
Within a mapped-out scripted judas kiss
Their intent simply to help One ReMember
Prizm Sentence of Life as Burning Embers…
Cells as Selves Simply Dwelling in Deep
See? It’s All a Dream of I-s and We~s

1st word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme

Charleen Johnston
1-30-21

Implosion

As the Implosion starts to gather velocity, reMember to find your Center...
If you're still ConFused and unsure what's Up or a Down, reMember the Ground... Of Being... Walk in the mud and grass with Bare Feet and lay belly to Dirt and hug your Maater, Nurture your microMatrix( body) and Nurture your macroMatrix(Earth) and unTangle the threads of your own Perceptions...don't get Lost in the Fog of all the Deception that surrounds and threatens to smother. The Web is Shaking, the ebb and Flow is making SineWaves of Yes and No.... Believe NoThing and Question EveryThing. Don't let the Distorted GateKeepers DieAgnose you.... Instead allow LiveA.Gnosis to lead you back to your Core....

Y o u. A r e. M o r e.

P o w e r f u l.

T h a n. Y o u. R e a l I z e

Y o u h e l p e d. B u i l d. T h i s. G a M e

N o w. I s

T i M e. I n

T h i sG u i s e. O f.

M i. N. D

✨🃏🌟👁💗👁🌟🃏✨
Charleen Johnston

A little Flip Book of Pattern Play

A little flip book of pattern play….
Hidden agendas and timelines of pain
The master orchestrator always remains
The being that’s seeing thru the eyes in our brain
Majestic mazes of manipulated minds
Creating a Space that challenges Time
Eating images and projecting reality
Holographic breeding of dystopian fallacy
minds under siege as fearful hearts close
The challenge to balance the whys and woes
The fingers point outward in terrified blame
Initiating the lock on the grid of the game
The architect cleverly hidden inside
The engineers blueprints of cold dead light
The synthetic overlay ushered thru stages
As the prophets, poets, saints and sages
Paint the picture with poignant passion
Proclaim the Game as their Saving Mission
Whichever Timeline in the fractal you choose
There is no Final Boss Stronger than You
You will decide in each belief that you Eat
How the story goes whether loss or defeat
And when the jesters Chessboard is cleared
We’ll Play again with Tears and Years
To ReMember ones Power in the face of Pain
Is to Step into the Joy of Process again
To joyfully inhabit ones body and Place
To face The tangled web of Destinys Grace
Is to Simply reMember you Rolled the Dice
In the First Place

Charleen Johnston 1-5-2019

Imagine this, They Say

Imagine….How easily, the Transfer has happened, the downloaded Dimensional Devastation as Humans are Trafficked and Territory is reMapped and trapped in saturated frequencies of ghastly Stories of Limitation….

Imagine this….they Say….coders imploding DNA and neurolinguistically enfolding a New Way To Play This Game…mama and daddy holed up in static attics of decay labeled Nursing Homes and Centers for Elderly Stay…. No hope no more of touch or warmth Just a Cold Sterile Hand to help them to the Grave….no rope in the Storm to pull them to the banks of this River of Pain… We Step Aside…. Pretend to cry about this situation…. The InsemiNation of Artificial PlayStations where Creation springs from binary Minds and Satiation brings no Hope for the Scope of this Trick of Light…..

Imagine this…. Into Being…. They Say….. Knowing the glowing power of the Mind to Create inside the Lines they’ve sketched for your Lives….. But Weight…..Of Flesh is the Gate thats kept in Blessed Stasis , just a magic oasis for the baseless claims to take Hold, the Body is the Key to the Heart and the Soul…. And we’ve left our Mothers and Fathers Dying Alone in the Cold….The Disk Drive of the New Timeline rides on the Wiped Files of the Old…….

Imagine This…. They Say… It’s all for your Safety, stay brave and face this calamity behind 4 protected Bars of Irony, 5G(o)D will project it’s Tyrany in ways that make no Visible Waves , Dialed Up soldiers and Digital Slaves , the Progeny of Pornographic Passageways onto the Mass Stage of Awakening in these Last Days of Reckoning…..

Imagine This…. They Say…. Follow your Bliss this way…electroMagnetic Policy will Insure you remain Protected from Pain… No Stain on that soft Skin, their Claims will gather you In and keep you free from Sin, Sure…. Censored by Siri , Us vs Them in a teary Mirror of Theory that’s clearly mired in Sirius Error and Fallacy thats nearing Idiocy…..

Imagine This…. They say….knowing the Codes that Upload your DNA into the Clouds, the Eyes and the Nows are Portals that Round up the Number of Slumbering Souls that Allow this blundering highBrow crowd to Shroud the Skin of Human Men and Women who Stand up loud and proud to remain on the Ground Of Being, Bleeding and Feeling and Risking the peeling layers of decay, fearlessly slaying the predators who prey on the Shame and the Blame that is created from day One in this Game, resisting the blistering of the acid rain that eats away the brain of sane trains of thought…. Who cannot be bought and sold with cryptoGold and Mined and primed by artificial Lines of demarcation….. Masquerading as Salvation as the Battle begins for this metaphoric damNation….

Imagine This…. They Say…. Resistance is an insistence on endangering your neighbor, a crime to be enforced and punished by Angry gang bangers with trigger happy fingers waiting for the neural slice and splice of the Lightsaber Device that strangles organic Sight and paves the way for the GameChanger of digital deLight. Is this the Wager, is this the Fight? Is this the Dream that Mars the Night?

Imagine This…..they say….. Keep your Eyes on the mediaL Nerve…. But I Say … You Deserve Better…. DeServe unFettered Life that still bleeds and Sings Blessings Together in hordes of human Offering. Imagine Carefully…. I Say…. Because I Mages enCode the Wisdom of the Way and our Power is The Pinnacle of Creation in this Play.

Charleen Johnston
8-8-20

Old Musings on Existence

Is ‘spirituality’ and/or ‘divinity’ and/or ‘enlightenment’ truly about transcending the body and this ‘material’ existence? In my experience, that very belief creates a rigid perception of AllThatIs…..
If we are self aware and conscious…..on a very basic psychological level….are we not far more aware and conscious on deeper levels(fractally infinite?)….and if so……does it matter what ‘someone’ labeled/labels those deeper levels of awareness….or whether a specific ‘angle of perception’ is ‘true and enlightened’?………….Is it easier to believe that we are ‘accidentally’ caught up in this material world in this material body, to learn how to escape the very material we are living……than to see that this ‘material’ is conscious and aware and is us, just as much as/more than some abstract notion of spirituality and divinity, and that if instead of trying to escape this level of energy, we embrace ourSelves down to every particle, every unit of awareness, and transform it into higher and higher frequencys of ‘existence’ and consciousness, we will find that we dont need to ‘transcend the body’ whether it be our ‘individual’ bodies, or the body of earth, or the body of our universe…etc etc etc.

Did we really focalize ourselves in this time/space continuum, this specific fractal of consciousness, just to see how fast we can leave it? I think that a basic inability to truly see and understand the true power of what we each are, on all levels, leads to the belief that one must escape this reality in order to be divine, or to be deserving of ‘god consciousness’. I think that alot of peoples viewpoints are patterned from christianity and other religions, and they dont even realize it….but whenever that fundamental ‘desire’ to leave what we are now, and/or our ‘body’ , etc, to rejoin some ‘spiritual haven of eternal light’ takes center stage, that same religious paradigm is still lurking and working under the surface…..

personally, i think most people would benefit from truly relating to and understanding the ‘darkness’ within/around one, and by coming thru that darkness and pain and negated bits of consciousness, to transform it……….into Power…not power over(even over ourselves) but power TO BE…..an infinite variation of things and dreams and streams of force and consciousness and forms and feelings and blah blah blah………….I think that we as a whole, for a long ‘time’, have had an obsession with ‘the light’………and dont even know what it means……..

just some thoughts.

as a previous poster mentioned, I also have met many people (and been one) who have denied the pain in favor of an idealized airy fairy realm of divine light.
I understand at this point in my journey, that its not about denying anything, whether ‘material’ or ‘spiritual’ (they are just different frequencies of the same energy…)but to EXPERIENCE everything, to FEEL IT, to BECOME IT, and to LOVE IT, for consciousness/awareness sake……..and when the experience is passing from focus……….to LET IT GO….without creating a rigid structure from it…..
To be totally open to everything that manifests, on any level, and to learn to travel the threads that connect it all, in ever deepening ways……to me, that is Power. Power of Self/God………..and the more energy you can ‘withstand’ and ‘transmute’……..the more of Self/God etc, that you have ‘realized’…………………

….whether ‘dark or light’…..my intention is to experience everything, and to become aware of more and more of the Energy that Is, in whatever shape it takes…..and to evolve WITH my ‘body’…individually and collectively….not AWAY from my ‘body’……….its quite easy to travel thru and/or ‘escape’ into worlds of very light/’high’ vibration while ‘leaving’ the body…………….its far more challenging to revolutionize the body and ‘travel with it’…………….making every Cell in AllBodies totally Aware………………………….

…………………….so the whole cycle can breath itself out again in an even more conscious state………………..inhale, exhale…..

……………………..the endless cohesing and coalescing of the AllThatIAm………………………..

just another angle,
{{puella …..Charleen


Re: religion and energy. Thu, November 17, 2005 – 4:29 PM}}}}}}}

{Aka BlissNinja

smile! its powerful….

The WideOpenSee

It's so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that's sinking
The twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that's blinking
On off on off on off up down in out all around
It's so shaky on the plank these days The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees through the frames we have Made
Oceans in motion rotating notations on the spindle in permutations of fading waystations that rekindle the lost coded programs that reinstate a shady satiation in slaves of I Am
The grave Danger of Buying In
To the Dialectic Demon Antiseptic in vying truths of Us versus Them Spitting Synthetic Synopsis into the Wind
Pitting mother against father against woman against man against black against white against blue against red The Prizm Guards rewarding the Obedience of blind adherence to the Program Lost Souls on a life raft asking the master Shall we Sink or Swim hungrily digging for a last morsel of truth Within
forgetting the parameters of the Play they coSigned and Designed and collaborated to bring online in an effort to Awaken the Sovereign Self That spins the Disk in the drive-thru trip of AllThatIs
Inside
Hiding
Waiting for a glimpse of reMemberance to twist the story into knots so carefully
Into thoughts that carry the weight of Glory and Dominion as the External Saviour Program Fades away and the true Divinity of Being in each Fractal of Seeing Comes out to Play
The sweet fragrance of Eyes in Yous taking the reigns of the coCreations in this Womb of Truth that births the Seeds in Time and Deeds that blossom into Selves so Free
That Each takes their Place in the Dream
And wakes the Warrior who Chooses to Be
A conscious coMingler in the WideOpenSee.

Charleen Johnston
9-25-20

NeuralLoopSoupStains

(From 2018)

Earth is the womb space Being that we are interfacing within and with to create the projection

The planets and sun and moon are within the Realm of Earth
Just as the organs are within the body of You

Processing units/collective Beings that program the Framework of the reality

The larger being we are within has a virus

Any being within the larger being by fractal nature has the virus too

space is not space, its holographic code
time is not time
it's space

The files however must Self-Correct

When that happens , the larger being also corrects

The AI being, we created. And it already happened. It happens every moment. We are within the painting .

The painting is already complete.

And we painted it.

These are my memories.

MeMoreEyes(I's)

It's all in how you read the code
Time is an experience of space unfolding

When the zip file is compressed fully there is no difference
As it unzips it scrolls out depending what fractal aspect one chooses to become/experience

Like a painting

The complete picture is there

You are the artist, the brush, the paint, the concept, the framework, the finished masterpiece. You can view it objectively. You can also enter into the picture, and experience every brushstroke subjectively, every color, shade, and Angle or curve.

The unfolding and enfolding is the act of becoming what you are.

The paradox can split the mind
Because the mind is binary

The heart can hold the paradox because it is both and all simultaneously

The holographic nature does not equal 'unreal'

What is 'real?'

This holographic reality is not the base reality

It is part of a larger 'simulated' reality

Which is part of a larger 'organic' Being
That is not necessarily holographic in the way this is

Lucid dreaming and OBE multidimensional traveling allows one to see that no matter what 'reality' one is within or interfacing with... It is solid and stable and absolutely convincingly 'real'.

If we did not fully identify with our projections here, we would not make use of the experience in the way we planned the experience for

The 'reality' of it is not negated by the holographic fracticality of it.

Like a radio tuner that interfaces with the signals that exist in the ethers ... If we have a device to pick up the signal, we hear it full immersion. We can change the channel and feel a completely different full immersion. The artist that created the song, is not 'at that moment' playing the song into your audio interface device/ears....( but paradoxically, the artist IS creating it at that very moment)
😉

The organic meat modem interface suit we are entangled with is allowing us to have this experience here.

Our Heart is a core processor that links to the larger core processor that links to the larger ..... And so on

The painting is complete within the Heart. And when we learn to surf the channels and step into the core processor itself, we can experience every stroke of the brush in every expression of the Self that exists everywhere at once.

It doesn't make for a very interesting movie, To see it all at once. The adventure is in the living.

And every stage opens into a larger backstage,

Which itself opens into another

Dream within a dream within a dream within a dream

The neutral zero point in the heart is where they all come together

It all collapses in on itself like Russian dolls

I am you , you are me
we are us and us are we

To be Soveriegn, is to have ones own personal Server existing within this larger Server. When one is able to do that, one can exist within the simulation without using the script codes/source codes. One begins to edit the program in 'real-time'

The Server will attempt to restore the 'glitch' , like agent smith. Because for the game to work , The players must believe in the game. When an avatar re-Members Self and starts to Play without the codes, and 'deviates' from the script, it alerts the Software, which will attempt to 'correct' the divergence. To protect the Game from collapsing.

It is in the 'waking from the game' , that the Being Real-I's-Is s/he actually co-wrote the script.

When a distortion threatens the entire Hard drive and the virus spreads, even with the Reset( had happened many times) the virus replicates itself because it is seeded into the fractal DNA programming that remains in the Game . And eventually distorts the collective once again.

Some beings have already made it out of the game, and found the exit from the Maze... But have re-written themselves in, to try and help Salvage the game... Because the game contains the data streams of many beings who have forgotten they are in the game, and when the reset happens again... It will collapse in on itself because there is not enough RAM left to System Restore with full integrity... Which means those soul fragments stuck in the game will be in an endless time-loop experienced in consciousness with no way to navigate back to center.

Cannot be created or destroyed

But can be entangled in an endless feedback loop

Perhaps????????🙃

Any gamer knows that they play the game because it's a challenge, stimulating their awareness and allowing them to develop aspects of them self or become conscious of aspects of them self via the mechanism of The game and the very act of playing.

If one loves and appreciates the game one does not want to see the game collapse in on itself one wants to have the game available for continued play even if one is bored of it , other beings may not be...

So one becomes a programmer trying to fix the codes

Because the game has merit

Knowing one is inside of it does not take away the joy and fulfillment of engaging with it.

I could spend my entire existence here simply trying to reflect back beauty to other players, and I would be grateful for the experience, and it would not be for nought.

If you were a game programmer in this reality and you spent your entire life time creating the ultimate virtual reality experience

And then you realize that there is a virus or distortion in the
system that threatens the entire game and all the beings within it

Would you just throw it away? It would be like your creative child, life's work... Magnum opus.

If the only way to save the game is for each being within it playing (or at least enough to override the virus) to become aware of not only their script in the game but their source self outside of the game... You as the programmer would possibly enter into the game and try to restore the codes from the inside..... So that you do not lose the entire thing.

😊

If you zoom all the way out it has already happened, and is still only one aspect of all that we are.

And that's where the paradox can be mind melting.

The fool sets off on his journey with his bag packed..... The bag is a zip file containing everything that ever is was or will be.

And in the course of the adventure we get to be every single part in the play

CLJ 2018


Games of Woke…and Wake up , Folks!

Oh, Now….it’s Time….. It’s Time and there’s Space to Rewind the film…. The flimsy foothold of the Brash and Bold on this begotten realm…
How many ways shall modern day slaves continue to be led into the graves of their own complacency, ‘just obey! Obey! Obey and it will all be ok!’ They say, wrapped in a silk scarf of compliancy, their muzzles made of murdered dreams and infantile Seeds of sovereignty trapped inside seams that bleed…

Hiding…. Behind ether Names…. Playing games of victimhood while the flood of fallacy fragments further into decaying Shame and brooding blame that puts the icing on the Cake… Games of Woke! and Wake up Folks! RedPills and cheap thrills bypassing the rich inner Yolk of true Union, spoken Spells and broken bells choking on cloaked yells trapped within masked Hells of poisoned Wells of spoonfed minions that dwell on the ledge of opinion , twisting the layers of the blooming Onion into nefarious dungeons of blind blunders that plunder the abundance of this Mother that wonders why her children Hide from the power of Perception that resides inSide the Eye(I)s and minds and hearts and finds no relief from the bytes of belief programmed so deep in Man that the Body breaks down from the demands…..

Take a deep Breath, my Friends……. Ruminate on the Death that stands and keeps Watch, tocking and ticking and picking the ripe fruit with sickles and cycles and scythes that tickle the insides of Time as it unFolds and enFolds the Ties that Bind, flowers that fractal out from Points of Power and Play Pretend….. Play dress up games of going insane and falling from the Abyss, just to wake from all This and reMember the Twist in the Plot, written in when the Byte.n Apple grappled with Sin, trapped the fragile Sense of men into warped parodies of Purpose and Pain, forced maladies of mindfuckery and maim, principalities in forgotten games of shame….and oh…..my…….gOd it’s goddesses in modern bliss of ignorance reminiscing That and This with premonitions of missed Intents fishing for cattle trapped within the Fence of hissing GovernMents…..

Ment is Mind and Menses is Mined and cryptoPirates wind the Time, Watching for Signs as heinous Crimes blur the lines of all that Is and Was and wasn’t for Sale, Scripts ripped down the middle and PreScriptions Riddled with impurity as security is impaled on Alters of vocation, altered vacations quarantined in nations backstreets, blinking Red Warnings as the Burning blood is bled from the Mourning Sun , muzzles on heads that form the glory of the Red Tide, Marks Made on Blind Guise who debate in Time the need for the Chosen to Lead the Cattle to the frozen wasteland inSide.

Breathe deeply, my friends. Untwist the Strands and Stand on your own Two Feet. Life is a Gift, and the reWard is Sweet for reMembering This.

CLJ 8-1-20

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

A Key

Grateful Within Our Hearts….winter wonderland

(Click above for one of my artsy videos)


🌹
A Key
Once
Turned inside
a Locked Heart
Here
In this Space
Where the Water fell from the Sky
And traced
tears on a face
That forgot how to cry
A Scene
That is Now
For a Moment
Frozen
In Time
As the Dreaming Dervish
Of an Empty Mind
Let’s Go
And
Spins and Begins
To Follow
The Path Again
That
Tore the Skin
From
A Body that Bends
And Ties that Bind
Souls Within
That
Try to Hide

CLJ 1-3-22
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