Researchers have finally come up with a viable new vaccine called PAL……’Protection Against Life’. Apparently, by being exposed to the ever changing and unpredictable states of being termed, generally, Life, we are ALL at an increased risk of DEATH! In fact, 10 out of 10 people are suspected to have the dis-ease called ‘non-homeostasis’ and which seems to be apparent from the moment of birth…..actually, to be scientifically correct, it is evident even BEFORE birth. This new PAL vaccine will inhibit the ability of the body and mind, and what some term the ‘soul energy’ to remain open to and adapt to the ‘ever in flux’ environmental and physical tensions that are an inherent part of this Reality Tunnel…..thus, shielding the Human Organism from having to face or use Consciousness in a creative way in order to maneuvre in this amorphous and ambiguous Field of Experience called, nostalgically, Life. Interestingly enough, the use of this vaccination deems the host organism totally manageable and predictable, and homogenized…..and hence more easily controlled and used for any purpose that the researchers deem important or relevant .
I will not jump on any bandwagon, I will watch the masses fight for their seat, I will not join any crowd, I will walk in the other direction, I will not be swayed by programmed emotional manipulations, I will calmly observe, I will not participate in the distorted ritual of the modern ‘mating game’, I will create create create from the sanctity of my sovereign Space, I will not groom a socially appropriate false-persona, I will crawl thru the humus of my Self and keep The scars of initiation visible, I will not polarize into This not That no matter how much the architects of control try to force feed me, I will lucidly reflect, I will not deny the heaviness and trauma of the ancestral memories Within my matrix, I will dance with them til they are Free, I will not be contained, i will not be restrained, I will not be tamed,I will not be shamed, I will burn in the flames of my own alchemical vessel and burn away the dross, Only the pure can love , only the pure can Know
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.....
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”
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
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.
Look over there!’ They say Fingers pointing to another maze Of preScripted pageantry for the modern slaves ‘Keep your eyes on that one’ Rising on the Ecliptic The eclipsed fist of refundant mystics Cabal.istic lipstick stains on this ballistic mistletoe The kiss of death is the pre-game show Govt sponsored Mind manipulation mk ultra puppet ….created for your viewing pleasure…. straight from the public pulpit As These Frequent Seas rising tides hide 33degrees of crime rising thru Spineless minds ….. there are agendas that need speeding up You know…the acts of the apostles of AI gospels Playing with energy.in motion as emotional rockets Topple the trust and build new towers of fallacy invasion of Amygdalas…electromagdalenes mandala “Look over there!” They demand, as WAN fans out and chessboard pieces are moved about Voices from the skynet scalar gods uploaded to the mind via DeoxyRibohMyGod the Jab.berwocky is on the loose and harvesting The loosh, the fruits of this next stage of assimilation As the synthetic tears Metta-morph-eyez The entire nation
For those who Fear the Virus, but who do not realize the world they are ushering in via that fear. It’s well known that when people fear for their existence they will do some atrocious things to other beings, in order to alleviate that fear. Many examples if you want to look. It’s also a Known that when a presumed Authority Figure in Uniform gives orders, the psychological state which that induces in the average person creates a fear response that makes them obey, even against their own deeper principles. If you are unfamiliar with the most famous study( since people claim to love studies and experiments and science……) check out the Milgram experiment. https://www.simplypsychology.org/milgram.html
I know that I am Free, and I will be creating a different reality than that which is being presented and That the masses are solidifying on command, like a hypnotic subject who obeys the dictates of the Doctor who leads their very suggestive subconscious mind into creating an all-consuming reality that the Doctor has chosen for the subject to play out. If you understand the Nature of the Mind, and Neurolinguistic Programming, and you also understand how Biochemistry works and how the Endocrine System of a majority of the population has become enslaved by a variety of substances and methods, if you understand how Fear acts upon the Somatic System this shouldn’t be hard to fathom…. without even getting into the esoteric side of things. If you are capable of removing even further the thick veiled layer of Disbelief in the power of mind, enough to understand how Mind Control works and realize that govt sponsored MKUltra programs never went away and that the Collective itself is the result of a long history of subtle and not so subtle proven tactics of Disassociation and Mental Programming, you will begin to understand a tiny fraction of how the System as it Stands Today is reflecting all of these components, and many more. To admit that one is is Swimming in a Sea of Frequency that one does not understand but that is controlled by those with a proven track record of nefarious Intent, is a step toward learning how to raise the head above the water. The Age of Aquarious is the Age of the Electromagnetic Waters and the possibility of Amazing Understandings coexists with the possibility of a far deeper level of inPrizm.ment. We’ve all been here before, we’ve all made the decision to Live or to Die Slowly…. Death Comes for All, but we’ve been programmed to Fear it so fully that the Atrocities that come from subservience to this terror and the power wielded by those who Seem To Be in Control of these Forces and who can grant ‘some Comfort’ in the false security of believing one to be ‘safe for a little while longer’. In this process of Giving up what makes us Human, we lose all reCognition of what it means to have Sovereignty and Life within this Great Being who Nourishes us, and Always provides. There is no Beauty without Risk, there is no Love without Risk, there is no Aliveness without Risk, there is no Creation without risk……. There is only Dull homogenization, Emotional stagnation and flatline, Simulation and binary repetition, and a Virtual Atmosphere of Lets Pretend To Feel while we Hide in a Bubble of protection that sterilizes our Very Will To Live…..watching reruns and memes created by augmented intelligence in a Web of One dimensional consumerism that feeds you only what you are programmed to accept. Over Time, the lack of Somatic Spontaneity and Creative Risk and the Possibility that ‘anything could happen’ leads one to the opposite spectrum of Human, and into a Cyborg Hive-Mind Drone whose Colorless and Lifeless Intellect has become the Second In Charge Dictator who can only take orders from the AI GoD who now Simulates Life Through You.
If you Open Your Cells Right Now, turn your kEy(e)S To the Sky👁, and put your Feet on the Ground , open to the vast secrets that the Nature of the MotherHolds in her Alchemical Cauldron, your body will start to reMember, deFragment its HardDrive, and begin to UnInstall the rogue programs that replicate as a Virus through this Collective EtherNet that we are all Logged into.
There are such Treasures in the Technology of your Body, that if you knew how to tap Into, you would never ever give up the sovereignty of it to any man/woman/machine….. And would never again be swallowed in the kind of fear that widens the separation between you and the Spirit of Life that sustains you.
What World will you Create? I know what I’ll be doing, and when my Time Comes to Change Forms in this Dream and leave this Character I’ve created behind, I will gladly give my Soma back to the Mother and let my Flesh become her Flesh, and I will Go unfettered and Free, fully Feeling, Fully Embracing every Flaw and Fantastic Fascination of What it Means to Have Truly Lived, To have Truly, Been ALive…..
Because to Die before your Time, still walking around, trapped in Fear, is the worst Fate that could befall a Being….. Instead, I will Dance with my Destiny, which is my own Creation, and will open my Arms to AllOfMe so that I may Be a Medicine for those who are Thirsting for the Spirit of Wonder.
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…. The devil said play dead, and they did.
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.
BlissNinja 