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.....
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.
Are you being Planted as a MonoCulture Crop, made vulnerable to disEase and PestiLance? Hybridized And cloned, temperate-Zoned in the GreenHouse Dome where Golgothas Germ Harvested within the Worms of Farther and Larger Sperm Gardens march toward the Silent Silicon Sunset…. Planted, like Crystals in New CAge shops , spreading the signals and wearing the Sigils as the New Sage Crops Drop like Flies, filing Lies and smiling with Eyes InstaGramatic Sunrise Wines to brought to dine inside the Grapevine? The SCrypt unFolds and holds the crystalline Key, Byte by Byte inside the Body, our Fascia-ish Net holds all the Codes, of all Our Lives as Plants and molds and Silver and gold and minerals Sold like cattle into slavery, taut to tense in Irony, sought like sins in destiny’s grinning Spin in the Toroidal See of Dreams…..Salt of Earth are We, Lost at Sea, Seizing Seams and Serging Thru Eternity. Ponder the linguistic Alchemy that weaves your neural Tapestry….and StandUnder the Opening, keeping your Cellves Seeds Organic and Free.
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.
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 (11-8-22)
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.
Pt 1 Gathering of people at night , some kind of celebration or party… There appears a round ball hanging from tripod… About fist size… Someone brings it to my attention… It has a very strong electromagnetic field… And it seems that when i, along with R and someone else all have our hands on it, the rest of the crowds energy is pulled into the center… And it feels like we cannot let go. Feels like an entity and when we are touching it our Will has become weak. Pt2 We have left the gathering… R and I, and are driving along a scenic road, with incredible views in the distance, reminding me of the Bay Area, around mt tamalpais and muir woods. We pull down into a wooded area and i see two black panthers. I tell R. We decide we should be careful, as we did not know panthers were native to the area. We walk around, and lo and behold come into contact with ‘the Ocelot People’. They are human ocelot hybrid looking creatures, bipedal, beautiful graceful elegant, ocelot markings along the shoulders and legs in areas, well built and athletic.. At first im a little weary but they seem interested in us and several come out of the forest where they dwell. We speak to them. They are a species that are not native to earth but have come for there own reasons. I see two very young ones do a crazy ninja jump across river next to forest… They are fascinating entities. In our conversation they end up showing me, thru a projection to my ‘inner vision’ of scenes of a city environment where there is no food and people are breaking into restaurants and buildings trying to scavenge any bits of food they can find. The energy is intense, and chaotic… Panic and survival of the fittest. Im then in the environment of the city and gather with some others and we escape and make our way to the mountains…. Where we have some makeshift dwellings and an assortment of people from different times in my life. Something is going on and at one point R and someone who reminds me of saul goodman from breaking bad begin looking thru our setups… Electronic equipment and tools.. Etc… For ‘bugs’ … Weve been compromised and ‘tapped’… They leave to the main building to discuss, and i feel i want to go help but im left to clean up and put away into these closetlike impenetrable structures the rest of the groups belongings…packing away mattresses and blankets and the like, and then gathering the group. Pt 3 Im with my siblings at my familys home in the forest..i notice that my sister has lost most of her hair and just has a long golden ponytail… I comment on it, and she stands in the center of the dirt road and lifts her hands to the sky and begins a yoga pose sequence, with light reflecting from her golden ponytail, and i feel a sense of Awe and Mystery and Gratitude for my family.
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