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Don’t they know?

Clip from a longer spoken word 11-18-24
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.

CLJ
6-28-22

Latency

Latency

I drip thru the torus
Teardrops from the eye of Horus
Saltwater brine
Twisting thru time
On the sacred Lathe
Of Space enTwined before us

I sip From the rushing river
Lethes wisdom wakes the shiver
Of ancient lethargy
Sacred reveries
Swimming in the lethal loam
As broken Looms quake and quiver

Within the honeyed marrow
Within the cherished arrows of Eros
As Psyche sorts the seeds

……as she parts the lips of the Dead Sea
And whispers the sacred decree
         As the faded dream learns to bleed

( soft wet tongue of love peaks thru
    And speaks truth
      In the shape of of You~s and Me~s)

CLJ 8-9-25

I Dreamed It All

….I am on a bus with my brother.........we are talking and I decide I want to fly and go have a lucid adventure... I tell him 'remember when you said you could do anything if you believed?'....

..he says 'yes'.

........I say
'well im gonna fly out that window.

...he acts as if i cant...

I say that I can and I am going to.... and I just stand up and dive out thru the bus windwo…..and fly up into the sky lucidly...I think to myself it feels good to be really lucid again...I decide Id like to travel into my body....so I dive deep down toward the ground, intending to dive thru my body...when I peirce the ground, I have actually peirced my body and I am a point of light.

....I am traveling high
speed thru the different layers...first the skin and tissue etc thru to the cellular level...thru to the atomic level.

...and I am thinking how amazing and wondrous it all is....and its very high velocity... come to what seems to be 'the end' and its a massive 'ocean' there is mist rising from it...and I just stop, right above it, suddenly....I then have a body again...and I make a decision to dive into the ocean...knowing ive found the core...and as I go to dive in, right before immersing, a hand or something grabs what seems to be a t-shirt on me, and stops me....really suddenly....I think...am i not supposed to go there at this time? I hear a very light subtle voice say, echoing all around and thru me, my name.......”Charleen, stop!”

….I hover there for a bit wondering why I was stopped, who or what was holding me back.....and I think then...perhaps its better not to leave my body...which I know will happen when i dive into the ocean...that I will be in an 'out of body' state..or however you want to view it...and I think that perhaps its best for me and baby for me not to spend alot of time away from my 'body' at this point.... wake up then...thinking about it all.

Dreamtime November 6, 2005, Ireland
(I Dreamed It All)

A midnight mood came to me 
asked me what I wanted to be 
all I knew was nothing at all 
and so she watched my angel fall

Again I sing in sweet repose 
treasures are hidden 
where no one knows
Fairy wings spread and flitter 
through the cascade 
of summer glitter

I dreamed it all 
I dreamed it all
I dreamed creation
I dreamed the fall

Angel tears washed me dry 
kept me clean and purified

I closed my eyes and began to see 
just a little and nothing more 
faint shadows crossing the plains
heading for the ocean shore

where does the secret lie 
where does my secret lie 
dormant beneath the rainbow 
placid in the sapphire sky?

Angels know
angels know and they can tell 
walk beside you ring their bells
the shepherd is gone 
the sheep are lost 
vulnerable to the threats 
the cold midnight frost

Can you break into me 
pry open my disease 
find your way inside 
give me your secret keys

I dreamed it all 
I dreamed it all 
I dreamed creation
I dreamed the fall

When I awake I'll start again
I'll make my world new again.

6-15-2000
(greyhound bus on the way to SF)

( from Linguistic Trickster volume 5)

Play Dead said the Devil

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....

The devil said play dead, and they did. 

CLJ 8-2-20

	


	





	

		
I vow to die in battle
	


	
	

		






I bore mySelf into this World
Knowing the task at hand
I wore the mask of childhood 
And played the Game again
I nightly left this physical realm
To reMember how to Fly
I suffered through hardship and pain
To Strengthen my heart and Mind
I made the game into a Play
And challenged my gifts and guides
I wandered thru mazes dark and grey
And found the treasures Inside
I lost mySelf in forays of fear
When I tried to run from my power
I struggled thru paths strange and unclear
While constructing an ivory tower
I let mySelf die on an alter of Fire
And tore illusions from my Skin
I fell into Death while struggling for breath 
As I battled my demons within
I laughed with freedom as I awoke
From Aeons of blame and Shame
That tangled itself around my shell
And strangled the magic of my Name
I wept for my friend who could not stay
Whose bones I wear with honor
I held his face in Dimensions of Space
And promised I would Die Honest
I screamed aloud into the clouds
Every night by Forest and river
I spoke the words from my mouth
In streams of gold and silver
I made my oath and signed in blood
And faced the mirror of the Dream
'I Vow To Die In Battle' , I cried
And fell to the Ground on my knees
I Let my tears seep into the Dirt
And Dug thru the deep with my hands
I crawled thru the humus of this Earth
And was healed by the Spirit of Land
I rose with the Seed nurtured by Awe
At the glory of my own Deep power
I cradled the embryo deep  in my soul
Knowing in Time it would Flower
I pledged my Life to the edge of the knife
Never to fear the dark abyss 
I promised to unFold the Seed of my soul 
Adorned in the fabric of beauty and bliss
I watch as the tide now starts to rise
And reMember how the script unravels
I shout out loud to shock the crowds 
Who cannot see the road they travel
I speak in Tongues but not to ears
And twist mySelf into Stories and rhyme 
I wear the neurolinguistic Nails
In wrists and feet impaled with Time
I vow to Die in Battle
I vow to die Free
The chessboard is the Master Test
Of the Blessed Will to Be

✨🃏✨Charleen Johnston ✨🃏✨

4-10-2020