Tag Archives: mind control

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 👁

Pssst…..

Pssssst.......you're falling right into the trap

     Your tears of.   J o y
               Dancing.   In   S t r e e t s
         
          Your perceived high. In tell i gence
               You.  Are. Clamoring. Inside the ploy
                    You are Meat for the feast 
You dangle

          From the Chain of a stopwatch

                  Toc tic tocking down
 
                      The Game.  Has just begun
                           You failed the test
                   With every attack and fact
                                                             Checked

The beast grows larger and swallows you
     
                       There are no winners
                                   InDigNations fate is spinning
         
                And you are trapped in the vortex
                       Of Assimilation at astounding rate

            The rage will bleed     From 
                  Self proclaimed Victims

And the Agitaters 
      Will do what they have always done

          Incite the Masses
                  Who cry.   Tears.   Of.  Joy.  Now

      
               Tears of terror and hatred later

As the beast they feed within themselves
         Turns its ugly head
                As the red hand rises
                     And the fist attempts to strangle

What's left

      Of an Organic.   Human.  heartbeat

And You

            Danced in the streets 
                Believing you defeated the beast

But the Mirror
                   Of th I
                        Is terrifying

When you finally look inside 

Charleen Johnston 11-8-20

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

Dreamtime Premonitions

Another intense Trippy Past/FutureDream (Jan.12 2013)

I am in some place where alot of people are gathered. almost like an amusement park. At some point I discover that I have a microchip or some kind of implant on my left leg…lower quad. I freak out and somehow cut it out of my skin or remove it. I am then asking what it is, very concerned, to people i see around me….everyone is just kinda blank and then a man catches my eye, and he looks at me and i know he knows….and i hold it up and show him and ask what he knows about it and that this is serious stuff. He says that the people will not understand…the only ones who have them are the ones who are a danger to the ploy…something along those lines…then I ask how they could have gotten to me, to implant…and i see an image almost like telepathically sent by the man, of me in a ballpit/playpit like at a kids indoor playground and being sprayed by a ‘perfume’ or ‘mist’ that renders me unconscious for a moment long enough to inject the implant. Then I feel I have to find who im with….i end up on some kind of ‘ride’ and i am being strapped in like at the carnival, next to my sister. Im telling her about the chip and saying that something very bad is going to happen, that this was not good, that i could feel ‘it’…’it’ was coming. I then realize that I have something right under my skin next to my thumbnail right hand. I pull it out and its another weird ‘chip’ but it looks like some kind of larval furry moth….I crush it between my fingers….and immediately a handful of cartoonish strange underwater-ish looking beings descend from the sky hovering, very organically, living things. menacing. I feel the energy is intense and i KNOW we have to get out of there and at the same time there is some strange noise, and i realize that me crushing the ‘chip’ set off a reaction….that it alerted ‘them’ to know that it had been found and the person being ‘watched’ and chipped was in danger of ‘escaping’ their grasp….on all levels. I climb out of the seat, which is now about 12 feet in the air and jump down to the ground to get off, and i yell to my sister to hurry, she has to come….she does jump down and then its Lisl….splayed on the ground awkwardly, has hurt her leg/s bad long fall and I grab her with my left arm and hoist her over my shoulder kinda and take off running thru what is now a forest, a path that i used to walk to the school bus when a kid…and as i get to bottom of gully and turning to right of path..there is an electronic device hooked up that kinda looks like an old calculator….the big ones. I rip the wires off and kinda smash it and keep running, knowing that it was another spying device or in some way connected to ‘them’. I end up literally climbing thru the trees with lisl still hoisted on my back, and now im not sure why….there was something else going on here that i cant ‘see’ now or remember…but at some point we check lisl and she has the implant near her thumb and we get it out but before lisl can crush it i stop her…and tell her that if we destroy it it is a signal and we will be found….???? So then we are back at the amusement partk/crowds and I am trying to talk to people, and tell them whats going on but it is like robots or drones walking along and Im feeling agitated….like i felt personally responsible for helping them or preparing them for ‘whats coming’ which felt so very close at hand in the dream…and I am talking about reptilians lol and stuff and then scene shifts and i am in what seems to be underneath of my childhood home, almost like a basement…and someone is with me but not sure who now. something catches fire some wooden beam or something and I go over to it and do something to it but cant remember what . then scene shifts again and I am with some man and a lady who turns out to be Barbera Bush. She is ‘not well’ and is laying down on a cot or being carried on a cot or something. the man is like her ‘assistant’ and i am talking to them about ‘everything’ and asking them questions, and the man is letting on that he is doing very good work, and I start talking about how it is no longer working, this perpetuated lie….and that i knew Who They Were and What They Were Doing and then barbera bush is saying something and playing a victim and when I talk again, about reptilians or the like, she kinda sighs and turns from ‘seeming’ sweetness to sour….and this other energy comes out…and then I guess i woke up. im leaving out lots of stuff because i cant articulate or get a full picture of the details….but this was the jist.

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

Odd to Self Righteousness

everywhere I look, everywhere I see
the darkest of darkness peeking out
from a cracked vessel trying to Be

woman turns on man, sister on brother
pointing fingers gnarled snarls
condemning one another

the great Web, tangled souls, human mess
terrified Minds , shouting mouths
convinced of their own righteousness

lost in the labyrinth of mental tricks
blaming each other for tocs and tics
forgetting that flesh and heart and blood
mean more than media falsehoods

Ideologies and Isms created as schisms
which one do you belong to?
hate your brother your father your mother
unless they agree with you ?

We are all the same here, we are all in the Tear
that falls further each day
from the Eye that seems to look the other way

so close your Screen, stop tapping keys
open your heart, try to see
youve been tricked into hating
your Human Family

As long as the Hatred blinds the Fearer
You are the same as your Neighbor
Staring in the Mirror

“Spy vs. Spy, baby’s a freak show
Lines form just to the right of your keyhole
Eyes from the paintings seem to follow
Mirrors cap both ends of your telescope.”

Charleen Johnston 1/25/17

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

🌚🌝🍕🌭🍺🍾🍭🍩🍼⛪️🕍🕌🕋📺🖥📞📡🔌💸💰💊💊💊🔫⛓🚬💳🛌🛌🔐⌛️📢📣🃏🕛🙈🙉🙊🕸🌏🕸🌍🕸🌎⚡️🎺🎺🎺💉💉💉🧬🧬🧬🦠🦠🦠⌛️💸📲🎠🎠🧩🧩🧩♟♟🎟🎟🎪🎪🌪

Body Polis Penetrated

As the Mass Injections turn each Individuals Cells against themSelves, macrocosmically, Each Cellf in the larger body Polis is turned against itSCellves….
The Autoimmune System Fractally consistent
Insistent on Division
The Masses that Tower the 5God Grid
Enables the Upgrades
That enSlave the CultURe….
Rising like yeast in MiniPetri Dish Feasts
As your Deoxy Dines on AI Nano Treats
Self assembled within your Tissues
Upgrading your capacity
to be programmed rapidly
As the trigger is flipped and the switch is ripped
As the Zip File of Life is reMapped
Into an artificial embodiment of
A distorted delusion
That saps
The soul
From
Your
Blood.
LoopUs right back to the beginning
Again
AutoImmune Caught in the Loom
Of the Web of ‘doom’

CLJ 2-3-22

The Damned Thing Will not Fit

The most thoroughly and relentlessly damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all ‘Damned Things’ is the individual human being. The social engineers, statisticians, psychologists, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this ‘Damned Thing’ into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into the slot assigned it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. The psychologist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into their slots.

Robert Anton Wilson