“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 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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⭐️i find it fascinating how each new baited toy Is swallowed whole by girls n boys And the UltraNewMK Vultures dine on Minds As blind Shrines arise in response to the Ploy “ why looky here chief Wiggum, man The suspect had his manifesto on hand… Golly gee you really don’t say? Almost like it was drip-fed straight into the heads Of all the BlueLight Crazed Brains that put Their Belief in these Patsy-stained he said she said Games….. “I’m Lovin It….” As Trumpsters iMage fades from the Drivethru And EasyColi rage trades places in the HiveStew Of scripted bleedthroughs as the stage fades Into the background And the red carpet unravels At the Speed Of Hashtags Unwound….
👁️🤡👁️ 12-10-24
( a mirrored image or an upside down version of 👇 ……………………………………………… I~s are always watching, reading the Scroll... Ever seen the BlackMirror episode 'Hated in the Nation' ? Hashtag Deathto and everyone played along Believing themselves so morally superior And so Liber(h)ated to cause Harm to those Voted as worthy of being Removed From the Hive By the Drone Killer Bees.... But.... It..... Turned.... Out..... That in the end The Joke was on them All of the Ones Who Played Along Hash tagging and bashing And spewing hatred and venom And PolarEyeZing like good little Chess pieces Pawns in the DisEase Tucked neatly beneath the Wing Of the Puppetmasters.... In the End..... They were the Targets.... It was a psychological maneuver to get the BlackHearted Bullies who like to Pretend... To expose themselves To the ?eyes?s of the World Exposing their Bitterness and Fear and Projection and Vitriol The hooked Bait on.Line Spun like a Web of LiveStreams And HiveDreams 'Im one of the crowd....I'm justified in my hatred I'm justified in my Victimhood The world owes me I ought to be coddled and stroked And because I'm afraid I will hurl my poison at any who stand on the other Side Of the Line" And it turns out Both sides of the Line are just mirror Images Lost to one another in the labyrinth So disconnected So traumatized They traumatize others The Black Mirror , the Obsidian Stone The Tech.In.All.Of.We that pulls The strings and watches the Emotional Puppets Sing . Go AHead and Draw your Line Tiptoe and shout and scream from Side to side Of it The ?eyes?s are AllWAys Watching And at the center of the labyrinth .... The only thing you will be battling is the force of your own Fear and hatred and terror Staring back at you In a frightening Minotaur of massive proportion And you will recognize When it's too late ⏳⚖That it is You⌛️⚖
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… Dripping wet with Punishment (salty brine from GovernMent …) …..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime As the dangling Fish Hang from the line Tipping the Scales And working OverTime
You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames That take place on the MainStage Inside Your Mind..:::.. 4B Programmed Seeds Electromantically engaged In 5G Cages that no longer Bleed HemoHobGoblin Global Mockery With Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds
No no, you See You didn’t take your power back… You didn’t open your fragile eyes… You were drip-fed a sick fetish and left in the bed To cry… ….Tied up in knots with lots Of fishing twine Broken Sines … Gushing Waves MK ultra for modern day Slaves Superficially Chaste… Damming the Flow While Damning the Beast (It’s All Just for Show…. Magdalene Knows (the Rose The Rose The Rose Is the True Path You Seek…)
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, Resistence 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 policies 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 Weild 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.....
Each side feels entirely justified In their hatred It was planted inSide Each wide open I Thinks it sees what Lies Beneath The threshold of Belief ….thinks itself revolutionary A bastion of truth On this merry-go-round ….carnival set loose Within the fairy ring of Loud Mouths Proclaiming their own Bias To be so Sweetly Sound
Each Side swears this is the End Of Something But What Thing is It That is crumbling Now? Where is the finger pointed? Sharpened like pencils Scribbling within stenciled lines To draw the boundary Around their captured minds…::: Terror and fear, ( oh dear…. Hear we go again The pendulum swings and brings The opposite demons into the ring) That which one cannot Own Within Becomes the Face of the Beast That threatens to Swallow the World :::l i s t e n. U p. B o y s. N. G i r l s::: Untangle the threads in Your own bitter heads Defragment your own HeartDrive And own your own sins Because what you See Is What You Look With Clear the connection And strengthen the bandwidth So you don’t fall Prey To the illusions that ‘They’ Have woven into your brains.
“When you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost Consider the burden of fame And he who is wise will not criticize When other men fail at the game”
Take A Deep Breath Reel in your Ache The frightened Eyelids Believe they are awake But the heavy weight Of the masters of Fate Are spinning and spinning As the sleepers debate….
The strangest thing about living behind screens Are the I~s who believe They can hide their own seams But the constant toll Of the endless Scroll Makes it so easy for their Souls To be seen ….
So take a deep breathe And step into the center And reel in the hatred That breeds more terror.
BlissNinja 