Don’t they know? They are all just electromagnetic pulses All just embryos in the body Of motherMatterMaterMatrix Placental playscapes practicing for ultimate Power in the Now Or Never
Don't they know? They all suck from the teat of the Same name What’s the Formula for this false Game? What’s the concoction that allows the blame To be placed outside Fingers pointed in chiding derision Forgetting that the Self Makes its own decisions And needs no Other to order decrees A sovereign Being earns its degrees On the zodiacal wheel No permission needed from any Pretense of Real Power This is Ours It’s now and Flowers Unfold when the hour is too old To cower any longer behind the soul Of latency The Elect of Life Electricity Spermatic emphatic God of pregnancy Sparks divine creation In Magnetic womb , Magdalenes elation To carry the sonic boom Of natures embodied satiation
Sacred Sacred ….. Scared with hatred and fake matrix Manipulation They all scream All hide in foggy dreams denying Their own hand in this plagiarism The Cluster of Cells where In-dwells the Hint Of sacrificial embodiment Asks only to hold the mirror
Do you know? Do you know Who you are? Are you a gob of flesh Staring into the abyss of imprisonment Angry at fragments of your own Disillusionment? Fears and tears and shame from years Of traumatic wounds And dismemberment? Are you a pulsing electromagnetic spectacle Of stardust impregnated into the divine mother I-And-US Unfolding embryonic supersonic lust For Life Wandering Waves of cosmic Dust Dancing the dream of Being As Body Bleeding with the intense need To See The True Seed that grows within This multidimensional PlayPen Again and again.
What’s the Formula for the artificial Algorithm That tosses you to and fro From -ism to -ism Falling prey to the slayers Of minds beauty And truth And dangling your sovereign self From the tight noose Of proof That red fish blue fish One fish two fish Keeps the Me And the You Twisted Into dichotomy Wishing for ancient sanctions So patiently Doctoring reality To give permission To step out of this glistening Wet-dream Steeped In sterile Seeds Injected into bodies That no longer Bleed. Free. The Self. And See. Differently.
One of the most controversial posts I ever made in Facebook, and most shared, in 2020…sparking some terror and fear and angry debate in the comments….trickster heretic poking holes in paradise…. I wonder how many views have changed or deepened with hindsight. Poem avail em along with other heretical expressions in Linguistic Trickster Volume 2, available on Amazon.
Play dead said the devil, and they did, in fear They wrapped their face with poisoned lace And mapped disgrace with leaden tears
Play dead said the devil, and close your eyes So they stitched their lids and ran and hid And twitched and cried and begged for light And ate the lies that they were fed
Play dead said the devil, dressed in Red Cold and still with broken Will And isolate in iron gates and wait until Fate has made the Devils bait A foundation for the future of Pills and Kills And Willing shills who deveState And speed the rate of fleshly ills.
Play dead said the devil and wear your muzzle The puzzled panic enDemic in this gimmick DemonAcrobatics thick with automatic tactics That stick the sickly crowd in homogenous tax brackets with InTentsive Care packets That shackle the scared borg factions Into complete submission of mind over matter Of fact-Checkers stuck in the whack Job Sideshow of undeniable homeWreckers Who have mediAted crass mind control onto The medicated masses, RedRose colored Glasses tipped in a salute to fascist Masters Who cash in on disaster like fortunate Forecasters that blast programmed hashtags into the minds of all classes and kinds Of women and men trapped in the delusions Of their own illusive split Ends....
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 theFountain of Freedom That Springs from the Heart Of Mud
The Infinite Art of the Earth As she Births the Beginning Again
The masses aghast at the tasks of the Rat Appetizers fed thru the many Masks of Maat Have you been led to the edge of the map Been read the pledge and tricked in the trap? Swallowed by the sickness and the sadness And the scripted ripped-up madness and The afflictions of the depictions of badness Next to the Operants underCover in badges? Course of Electric through the body politik Is instantly captured in nerves soft and thick Being picked like scabs and left to drip Served on slabs & bloody strips of ClickClicks Shall we enter once more into the Trance The desperate drama of the disparate dance Eagle and snake in a Synodic Romance Be Twixt the Twisting of the strands of chance Swallowed by the Shadow and seeded in time By the banks of the river of the giver of Mind The ranks of the Soldiers bleed and bind Early initiation for the Seeders of the Sine Worm is the germ of the future Sperm ReTune the gestating body and bring to term And birth the earth through this epiDerm Remove unTruth and stand Free and Firm YourSelf is the Kernel of sovereign spark From within the Void of Fertile Dark this Drama unfolds like mold from the Oligarch Episode 10:45 in the Pen of the Script of Mark of The masses endeared or indentured to fear The blasts of the trumpEts clash in the ears Shadow masquerading as Other thru Years Syndicate Saturating the SoU(i)L with Tears
Charleen Johnston 5-31-2020
(From volume 2 Linguistic Trickster) https://a.co/d/63y5e5p
Just Let it Sink in They say Punctured Skin This way Rape thru Vein Attempts To stain deoxy Proxy Blood and brain Barriers
The more the merrier They say Needles needlessly Advance the game Phallic seething wet tip Insertion of the Program Bypassing moist lips That open To the fugue As the swoon subsides
The moon cradling new Tombs Inside biophysical Genocide
⚡️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.
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