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Linguistic Trickster books!

I am very excited to be making great headway into this project that has been haunting me for a very long time. I have volumes 1 ,2 , and 3 available on Amazon and volume 4 is being formatted and edited now. I’ve spent so much time lately in ocd pursuit of completing up to the 6 volumes from January 2025 back to 1996 of my ‘dreaming back’ narrative of lifetimes writing . The next three volumes contain more writing by far than these three, as I wrote profusely during those years ( trying to stay sane 🧐)

Amazon links

https://a.co/d/1p8fDWy

https://a.co/d/fNIh62k

https://a.co/d/8D1A8Yn

I’ve done almost nothing else lately, so many hours into these just in the formatting and editing and rereading and all the rest. Reading thru 200 pages several times double checking for missed mistakes 😂 whole new appreciation for this process but I’m a little bit obsessed and am making good to my vow to complete the publishing of the whole series thru volume 6 by the time Jupiter leaves Gemini. The chart for this one is amazing too.

We must plant seeds at the right time for them to bear fractal fruit of beauty: I have lived my entire adult life with the astromythographical mirror of magic at my side, what an amazing gift we have at our disposal of we only learn the Languages of Life and Light🌟🔥🌟 Aquarius Electrical Impulse of Light and Awareness Opposed Leo Fiery FireLight of Warmth and Action and HeartBlood.

My north and south node are Leo/Aqaurius exact conjunct my MC/IC axis. To bridge the Heart and the Mind………as my Mercury ( communication/mental processing:language/writing/expression) sits exactly atop my Ascendent (Scorpio….the Psyche,deep insight/penetration/life death sex mysteries of existence, the deep dark of descent) and opposing Chiron( the wound, the gift we bring forth from that wound, the antenna, the area of healing the existential drama) that sits on my descendent in Taurus ( the body, the senses, Form, the roots, the inner values and substance of our being, the flesh). The modern rulers of those four signs are exactly conjunct….Sun/Uranus in Scorpio first house, and Pluto/Venus in Libra 12th house. Mercury straddled between the two. The psychopomp that travels between the UnFormed(12th underworld/unBeing) and the Formed(1st Self/Being). The Jester, the trickster in the liminal space. The Fool must come Full Circle around the circle of the zodiacal wheel..::earning its degrees by the decree that Life Must learn to Feel the Real.

Yes the fixed cross
I am fixed to the cross
Bearing
The weight
Of tearing fate
From the forms I create
As a testament
To Destiny…
Alchemy…..
Burning the dross
To make way
For the best of Me

I Own it All

( sneaky picture my college roommate took while I was passed out In My bed 1998)

I Own it All….
It was bought ensouled
It was brought from lead
Right into gold
As I smashed walls
Between
Me
And the bed I made
To make
A soul.

I Own it all….
I own the Apple
And the Fall
I byte the Core
And Process the raw
Datum
Flung from the
Stratum that Spells
Out Laws
As cause and effect
Erects A wall
Between
Me
And the Dream
I made
To make
A soul.

I Own it All.

CLJ 2-10-25

The Voices Captivate Me

The voices captivate me
Elevate me
Even try to concentrate me
But they can't endure
This mind is pure
Eternal door of the nothing more

My third eye is on fire
Opening higher and higher
Til even my mind
Is the liar
And now I don't know
Who to believe 
I smile though while I know 
I am being deceived 

They try to talk to me
Preach to me
Thinking they make sense to me
But their mind is on the Green
A viral sickness 
Caught in-between
The here and the there
Don't they know the Here is There?
It doesn't matter where

They run from life
They run from death
What else is left?
Some in-between?
A placenta sunbeam
Orange sherbert ice cream
For the healthy daydream?
A prism of nothing's and somethings
That don't mean a thing
'Cept the words that define them
Contain them
Like an ass caught in denim
Blue Genes to split your seams
It's all a three-ring 
Circus full of shiny things
To make the eyes squeam
Feign
Sell their souls for the American Dream
Dripping like ice scream
From the high beam
Of the American side-street

The Freak show 
comes and goes
They can't say No
They get disgusted but they still go
'Cause their afraid to see
What their own lives mean
Chasing the Green
They do a double take
When they see me
They're afraid to Be
What they want to be
And won't admit
They don't like what they see
When they open the Screen
To the in-between.

Charleen Johnston
11 -13-1999

Linguistic Trickster volume 1!!!

I am super excited to see my first volume in print! It is available in Amazon:

https://a.co/d/a7b7h4r

Volume 2 available soon. These are retrospectives working backwards and will eventually encompass all the way back to 1996, an astropsychographical adventure awaits the completion of this project. This had to be finished before I could move on to the task at hand 🙂

The strangest thing is….

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.

 4-6-20

Freshly Fingered Fabrics

Freshly fingered fabrics
lapse into gentle silence,
those fraudulent fabrications
that twist into violence
and disappear
have dragged  tear  by  tear
down my cheek     registered fear
among all but the meak
The brave, they say, is
the true  slave
to fantasy.....But I
pledge myself  to anonymity 
suffering gently these
sweet thorns   that are born
from trying too hard
from crying too loud
aching and waking and forsaking
the crowds
sweet appraisal;
The damsel is silent,  in distress
underdressed  in her amnesty...
this distant hypocrisy
forgets me
and I swerve   to define  this 
line   of my observations
this truth of my inner nation
proclaiming itself to be
free
mired in mud
transpired in blood
higher than the seers
who predicted the flood.
Babble on....sweet priest
deceive the ignorant  on the streets
of Babylon
anoint your tampon   and slide in
to plug up
the slut of your ideology
to stop the flow
of connection   of energy
from the heart of god
to the god of Earth
who whispers secrets 
in the form of Birth.

Charleen Johnston
  11.27.2002

Don’t Fall

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 blessed temple 
Sovereign still

Will

Remember 

It Turns the Wheel

She Said In the Beginning was the Word

And He said Aho

CLJ
1-12-25

The PreScriptZion

👁✨The PreScriptzion ✨👁

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🃏

8-10-20

A piece of you a piece of me

A piece of you 
a piece of me 
flesh is burning rapidly
 the catalog
      of life is expired
the shopping malls 
have all hired
camouflage adorns the streets 
angel dust in driving fleets 
across the streets 
Brains are scattered 
torn lives
bruised and tattered 
stinking life 
in forms of pain
 left to drown
    in the acid rain
A piece of you
A piece of me 
flesh is burning rapidly


1997

Little Blue Van

Little Blue Van


All in a moment
A journeys beginning
A lifetimes end
The vortex starts spinning
And sucks me in

The little blue van 
Is coming to take me away
The little blue van
Is on its way
The dark little man
Is making his claim
The dark little man
Is starting the game

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know 
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In fragments of moments
I am gripped from beneath
The cloud pulls me under
And removes his sheath
There are no words
That could whisper this dream
That could penetrate so deep
And shatter the seams
There are no excuses
That could remove these stains
That could free these tears
And resurrect these remains

The little blue van
Is on its way
The little blue van
Is coming to play
The dark little man
Is coming for me
The dark little man
Is inside of me

And I don’t want to know
What it's coming to
I don’t want to know
Where it's going to
I don’t want to know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

In daydreams and playthings
I still see the face
In nightmares and daystares
I still feel the chase
There are no feelings
That could understand me now
There are no directions
To find my way out
There is only a glimpse
Of a life that once was
There is only a shadow
Covered in rust


Now the little blue van
Is fading from view
The little blue van
Is Fading from you
The dark little man
Has Left me alone
The dark little man
Has turned me to stone

And now I think I know
What it's coming to
Now I think I know
Where it's going to
And now I think I know
What she’s going through
Do you want to know
What I’m going thru

2004