rememberance – Page 2

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

Feeding in Progress

Tiger
Came to me in Dreamtime
Last night
Such
Presence, Will, Intent

I was close to tiger, 
Yet Aware
Of its immense Power
It took my right hand
Into
It's mouth
Playfully , gently, with teeth
Penetrating gaze
To tell me
Remind me
I had not fed it, in a long time
I knew it could rip my arm off 
If it chose
But it was choosing simply
To alert me
Of my neglect

I remembered then
All
Of it
Wistful that I had let it go hungry
Trying to remedy 
The situation with 
Meat

And the proximity
Of this fabulous beast
To me
To my knowing
The seemingly Tamed Tiger
Pacing
Hungry
A force of nature
Being released
From my own psyche
Awoke 
My primal Will

It Was so obvious
That the Feeding
Was Now
In progress

9-20-2021

Bearing the Body Within

The twitch of Dreamtime
As stitched open eyes
Find Time
To cope with Spaces deep inside

I am full with Child
Ripe with fruit
Nerves on fire
With the desire
To open the womb
And carry thru
This seed of truth

Where and when and how
Did the germination
Take place?
I can’t seem to remember
The breath of
Grace
That spoke to me
That broke the hymen
And woke the seed

My belly is swollen
And round
The active fractal
Of self
within
The shroud
Tumbles around with forceful
Kicks
As I wander thru psyches
Maze of bricks
Trying to be found

It is Time

In this Space

Just like
in waking life
So many moons ago
A nodal cycles synodic flow

Sudden fear
For just a moment
Can I open wide enough
To deliver the Numen
Can I bear the terror
Of this movement
As the veil tears
And bares
The burden
Of Being
Human?

Do I push It thru
Or does It
Split me
In Two
Into New Moons
And Minds
As Daimons ride
The wave with me…
Cry out in pain with me…
Wade thru stains
Of bloody chains
That break when the waters
Pour out of me ?

Breathe
Let go
It’s so Real
I Feel
It burst thru
Huge
Alive
Wide eyed
And thriving
Outside
Of Me

My Goddess….!
….The Beauty
The Wonder the Wisdom
Of Womans Body
Alethias forgotten
Melody
My God…..!
….My God
Thou hast christened me
Theos unLoosed
From crystalline
Seams.

Now to nurture
At the breast
Turn blood to milk
Like water to wine
As I climb inside
The feathered nest
Of the divine

I remember
Then
The Name of him
From which
This body
Born from me
Was given the spark
From electric seed

Full exposure
Nowhere to hide
The sight of the light
And the scope of the size
Of this daimon in dream
This daimon in me
This playful parade
Of uncertainty
Birthing me
From within

A mirror of matters magical
Twins
As Mater and Pater
Outside and In
join
At the hip
And dance and spin
Deliciously tangled
In SineWave
Grins.

The Stitch of Dreamtime
As twitching I~s
Rewind Time
In Spaces opened from Inside..

Charleen Johnston
7-26-2024

(Based in last nights vivid dream of pregnancy and giving birth)

🃏✨Eye of the Hurricane✨🃏

…the eye of the hurricane is on its way,
to ransack and flapjack
the core of all our brains,
speeding up the rate at which
we perceive the perforation,
the fate of which could rip and tear
a nation, a station, a
fusion of minds incoherent
redundant
grasping for meaning but dormant
fleeing the feeling of torment
peeling the rots from the dealings and
knots from the zealous
run leper run

run leper run
its all just for fun
on a level so deep its not understood
does it make it less
Real
does it make it less concrete
does it make it worth
the run
the gun
the gripping of the sun
in attempt to hide defeat

SMILE
on the periphery it is a storm,
a chaos,
an insistence on resistance
but at the core, it’s unchanged,
it neverwas and neverwillbe,
and neveris,
but still
existing
giving us the balance to create
lands in time
hands in line to co create
with malleable laws

implicate order enfolded within
each explicate experience
shooting out from the source
in fractals of difference and intensity
and vibration and density
till the impulse reaches completion
loses its thrust
coarsens its vibration
yet mimics the One
and then begins its evolution
back to the Within
with all the cohesion of experience
and lessons
and soulsparks and
mouldings holding on to Awareness
as it ascends
back to the heart of the hologram
to enrich the totality
of all that is
with each divine perspective
as it returns
and ReTurns the wheel
as the cycle continues
and spins out again
the impulsion
the force
the flickering light of love
to enforce
the dynamic dance of desperate
dreams……………

(Charleen Johnston 2002)

The Health of your EgoSystem

Every Cell in your body is a self in your own creations, all in one expression. What is the health of yourCellves? Does your distorted EgoSystem keep yourCellves in chronic fear, toxicity, denial, and degradation? Or do you treat your Body and yourCellves with respect, compassion, honesty, and wholeness?

Do you point fingers at the world in accusation and defense and emotional perturburance, all while denying your own Cellves their authentic expression within your EgoSystem?

The critical degree

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
 
 
Charleen Johnston 
11-02-2020

Day 7 of Fast

Staring at Self thru the clear glass mirror
Of past traps and painted masks
Fading now as trapped maps unfold…
I free the soul from this tainted cask
of fermenting tears from Yesteryears
As deoxy twists this lead into gold.

4-4-2022

Dreamtime Python…

Dreamtime last night with the giant Python:)

Today is Fasting Day 6.

There is a calm undercurrent of anticipation
A night without armour as stars penetration
Peels back the layers of initiation
From times before in spaces torn
From the watery depths of the mother matrix
Cellular memories of transfiguration
Lifetimes of fire and water and sensation
Beckon the reckoning of powerful patience
As sacred thunder and shards of wonder
Ride the lightening bolt to Pollination
Seeding Dreams in the Jesters Playground
Pleading with the demons who keep me bound
Feeding the fetus of futures merry-go-round
Diamond body womb from carbons dark tomb
As eclipse slips thru truth to birth sacred sound.
And here
I Am
Found.

4-3-2024

Too Many Clues in this room

There are too many clues in this room. Everything adds up to nothing more than another door. I am unhinged. Fragmented. Infinitely recursive memories lure me into crevices and cracks in Time and Space and I fear I will never escape. The psychgulags magnify every passing Self inSides and wide angled lenses. Dreaming fractals seaming Me. Cyclic reveries….instant pedigrees of gods and goddesses and hybrid minds trapped in time….where do the lines blend into mine? Ive been inside for aeons. There are too many mirrors. The more complex the geometry, the easier it is to trap consciousness. The map is not the territory. The map is not the territory. The map is not the territory. I remind myself. I find my Selves hiding in prizm cells. Self contained and self detained. “A mind so complex its breaking her neck,she thinks shes a car driving to its own wreck”. The tachyon rides the fractal, I said. Once. Inside the Dream. But a new story gripped me before I could fill fully the stream of conscious twists tearing at my seams. If I could just slow it down. Breathe. Bleed. Feed. ReSeed into the Dream. Freeze the frames and seize the reigns in Mater Matters domain. Anchor Pater Patterns through a human brain. Focus the locus of attention and split in tension to sink deep deep deeper into dimensions of space that slow the pace…..dermal descension to discover the faces and names that trace my place in the game. Perhaps its all hocus pocus, scripted scenes on blinking screens that spread thru minds like psychic memes programmed by blind adherence to spliced genes in the white satin sheen of a world uncovered but never seen. And all this, all this, all this will set me free.

Charleen a johnston 11-29-2023