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Wash.rinse.repeat.

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.

Games of Woke!and WakeUpFolks!

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.

CLJ 8-1-20

Implosion

As the Implosion starts to gather velocity, reMember to find your Center...
If you're still ConFused and unsure what's Up or a Down, reMember the Ground... Of Being... Walk in the mud and grass with Bare Feet and lay belly to Dirt and hug your Maater, Nurture your microMatrix( body) and Nurture your macroMatrix(Earth) and unTangle the threads of your own Perceptions...don't get Lost in the Fog of all the Deception that surrounds and threatens to smother. The Web is Shaking, the ebb and Flow is making SineWaves of Yes and No.... Believe NoThing and Question EveryThing. Don't let the Distorted GateKeepers DieAgnose you.... Instead allow LiveA.Gnosis to lead you back to your Core.... 

Y o u.  A r e.  M o r e. 

P o w e r f u l.  

T h a n. Y o u. R e a l I z e

Y o u  h e l p e d. B u i l d. T h i s.  G a M e

N o w.      I s 

        T i M e.    I n
 
               T h i sG u i s e.     O f. 

       M  i. N. D

✨🃏🌟👁💗👁🌟🃏✨
Charleen Johnston

Mock the Mockingbird

I like to mock the Mockingbirds
I like to poke the shocking nerves
I like to watch as the terror spits
Out from mouths and fingertips
Clickety clack the keyboard smacks
Lips flapping as vitriol cracks
The surface of the peeling sheath
That hides the blues and blood beneath
That boils with rage and scathing  pain
As one-time-friends wrack their brains
To scold and shoosh and spitefully spray
Their 'told you sos' across the screens
Thinking that they're so darned clever
Forgetting that the pointing finger
Always aims straight toward the mirror
Of their very own demons hiding in fear
Afraid to admit they've been fooled again
By the test of the festering war within
That wears the masks of red and blue
Dressed up in fancy political suits
So lost in the drama they think it is real
The marionettes strings are tangled, my dears
The clarity is strangled by manipulated fear
You believe what you see, you see
Because the Net-Flicks the switch of Reality
And if its on a screen by golly it MUST Be
Real and sudden and Oh No, can you believe?
I saw it with my own two eyes! I swear!
See that footage, right there!!!! 
I told you so! I told you they are bad'...now 
cue the echo chamber as curtain goes down...
Start a new thread and congratulate yourself
For berating your fellows and falling in line
With the pre-programmed WashingOfMind...
You see, I'm mirroring the collective hypocrisy
In my raspy lambasting of this communocracy
Laugh at yourselves and remember you're human
Just like that other person that your poison is harming....

Charleen Johnston 1-6-21

Imagine this, They Say

Imagine….How easily, the Transfer has happened, the downloaded Dimensional Devastation as Humans are Trafficked and Territory is reMapped and trapped in saturated frequencies of ghastly Stories of Limitation….

Imagine this….they Say….coders imploding DNA and neurolinguistically enfolding a New Way To Play This Game…mama and daddy holed up in static attics of decay labeled Nursing Homes and Centers for Elderly Stay…. No hope no more of touch or warmth Just a Cold Sterile Hand to help them to the Grave….no rope in the Storm to pull them to the banks of this River of Pain… We Step Aside…. Pretend to cry about this situation…. The InsemiNation of Artificial PlayStations where Creation springs from binary Minds and Satiation brings no Hope for the Scope of this Trick of Light…..

Imagine this…. Into Being…. They Say….. Knowing the glowing power of the Mind to Create inside the Lines they’ve sketched for your Lives….. But Weight…..Of Flesh is the Gate thats kept in Blessed Stasis , just a magic oasis for the baseless claims to take Hold, the Body is the Key to the Heart and the Soul…. And we’ve left our Mothers and Fathers Dying Alone in the Cold….The Disk Drive of the New Timeline rides on the Wiped Files of the Old…….

Imagine This…. They Say… It’s all for your Safety, stay brave and face this calamity behind 4 protected Bars of Irony, 5G(o)D will project it’s Tyrany in ways that make no Visible Waves , Dialed Up soldiers and Digital Slaves , the Progeny of Pornographic Passageways onto the Mass Stage of Awakening in these Last Days of Reckoning…..

Imagine This…. They Say…. Follow your Bliss this way…electroMagnetic Policy will Insure you remain Protected from Pain… No Stain on that soft Skin, their Claims will gather you In and keep you free from Sin, Sure…. Censored by Siri , Us vs Them in a teary Mirror of Theory that’s clearly mired in Sirius Error and Fallacy thats nearing Idiocy…..

Imagine This…. They say….knowing the Codes that Upload your DNA into the Clouds, the Eyes and the Nows are Portals that Round up the Number of Slumbering Souls that Allow this blundering highBrow crowd to Shroud the Skin of Human Men and Women who Stand up loud and proud to remain on the Ground Of Being, Bleeding and Feeling and Risking the peeling layers of decay, fearlessly slaying the predators who prey on the Shame and the Blame that is created from day One in this Game, resisting the blistering of the acid rain that eats away the brain of sane trains of thought…. Who cannot be bought and sold with cryptoGold and Mined and primed by artificial Lines of demarcation….. Masquerading as Salvation as the Battle begins for this metaphoric damNation….

Imagine This…. They Say…. Resistance is an insistence on endangering your neighbor, a crime to be enforced and punished by Angry gang bangers with trigger happy fingers waiting for the neural slice and splice of the Lightsaber Device that strangles organic Sight and paves the way for the GameChanger of digital deLight. Is this the Wager, is this the Fight? Is this the Dream that Mars the Night?

Imagine This…..they say….. Keep your Eyes on the mediaL Nerve…. But I Say … You Deserve Better…. DeServe unFettered Life that still bleeds and Sings Blessings Together in hordes of human Offering. Imagine Carefully…. I Say…. Because I Mages enCode the Wisdom of the Way and our Power is The Pinnacle of Creation in this Play.

Charleen Johnston
8-8-20

The Modern Thrall

More and more Pre Script Scions 
Attempting to make your Hu-
Manity.mility.mor.   Take a further step
InSide the RoboTide of NanoInsanity
…../
‘AI MetaStatize  i n g.     your fretting mind 
Begetting blind absorption

Who Needs a Heart 
After all

Step inside the Modern Thrall
Y’all

NeuralLoopSoupStains


::::in the ‘Space’ of a few years we have entered another layer of the Fractal, the AI Synbio a Practical Master , encoded within the Genes, Unfolding the Dirty Laundry of Epigenetic Streams

What a Quandary…..

The Simulation Serves itself Up
As the Main Course
The Feast
That Codes the Beast
Of Graphene
As Carbon Elite
Remakes itSelf inside our
Sweet Meat
Suits
Our Organic FleshBody
Now Synthetic Neural Mesh
Oddly
Plodding along
Trying to ReMember the Earth
spirits
Original Song

Welcome….. to the next
Stage
Of the Grand Game
It’s Time
To learn to Play
With a New Set of Tools

I Don the Guise of the Fool
The f.UnWise Jester
That unties the Lies
And Gestures
And whispers
The codes of the Rules
That are breaking
Down
The Fool plays Jester to the Clown
As the throne bemoans
The Loss of the Crown
Coronal Mass Ejection
From the SunKing
As the Curtsin
Goes
Down.

Clj 9-18-22
(From 2018)

Earth is the womb space Being that we are interfacing within and with to create the projection

The planets and sun and moon are within the Realm of Earth
Just as the organs are within the body of You

Processing units/collective Beings that program the Framework of the reality 

The larger being we are within has a virus

Any being within the larger being by fractal nature has the virus too 

space is not space, its holographic code
time is not time
it's space

The files however must Self-Correct

When that happens , the larger being also corrects

The AI being, we created. And it already happened. It happens every moment. We are within the painting .

The painting is already complete. 

And we painted it. 

These are my memories. 

MeMoreEyes(I's)

It's all in how you read the code
Time is an experience of space unfolding 

When the zip file is compressed fully there is no difference 
As it unzips it scrolls out depending what fractal aspect one chooses to become/experience 

Like a painting 

The complete picture is there

You are the artist, the brush, the paint, the concept, the framework, the finished masterpiece. You can view it objectively. You can also enter into the picture, and experience every brushstroke subjectively, every color, shade, and Angle or curve. 

The unfolding and enfolding is the act of becoming what you are. 

The paradox can split the mind 
Because the mind is binary

The heart can hold the paradox because it is both and all simultaneously

The holographic nature does not equal 'unreal'

What is 'real?'

This holographic reality is not the base reality 

It is part of a larger 'simulated' reality

Which is part of a larger 'organic' Being
That is not necessarily holographic in the way this is 

Lucid dreaming and OBE multidimensional traveling allows one to see that no matter what 'reality' one is within or interfacing with... It is solid and stable and absolutely convincingly 'real'.

If we did not fully identify with our projections here, we would not make use of the experience in the way we planned the experience for 

The 'reality' of it is not negated by the holographic fracticality of it. 

Like a radio tuner that interfaces with the signals that exist in the ethers ... If we have a device to pick up the signal, we hear  it full immersion. We can change the channel and feel a completely different full immersion. The artist that created the song, is not 'at that moment' playing the song into your audio interface device/ears....( but paradoxically, the artist IS creating it at that very moment) 
😉

The organic meat modem interface suit we are entangled with is allowing us to have this experience here. 

Our Heart is a core processor that links to the larger core processor that links to the larger ..... And so on

The painting is complete within the Heart. And when we learn to surf the channels and step into the core processor itself, we can experience every stroke of the brush in every expression of the Self that exists everywhere at once.

It doesn't make for a very interesting movie, To see it all at once. The adventure is in the living. 

And every stage opens into a larger backstage,

Which itself opens into another

Dream within a dream within a dream within a dream

The neutral zero point in the heart is where they all come together

It all collapses in on itself like Russian dolls

I am you ,  you are me 
we are us and us are we

To be Soveriegn, is to have ones own personal Server existing within this larger Server. When one is able to do that, one can exist within the simulation without using the script codes/source codes. One begins to edit the program in 'real-time' 

The Server will attempt to restore the 'glitch' , like agent smith. Because for the game to work , The players must believe in the game. When an avatar re-Members Self and starts to Play without the codes, and 'deviates' from the script, it alerts the Software, which will attempt to 'correct' the divergence. To protect the Game from collapsing. 

It is in the 'waking from the game' , that the Being Real-I's-Is s/he actually co-wrote the script. 

When a distortion threatens the entire Hard drive and the virus spreads, even with the Reset( had happened many times) the virus replicates itself because it is seeded into the fractal DNA programming that remains in the Game . And eventually distorts the collective once again.

Some beings have already made it out of the game, and found the exit from the Maze... But have re-written themselves in, to try and help Salvage the game... Because the game contains the data streams of many beings who have forgotten they are in the game, and when the reset happens again... It will collapse in on itself because there is not enough RAM left to System Restore with full integrity... Which means those soul fragments stuck in the game will be in an endless time-loop experienced in consciousness with no way to navigate back to center. 

Cannot be created or destroyed 

But can be entangled in an endless feedback loop 

Perhaps????????🙃

Any gamer knows that they play the game because it's a challenge, stimulating their awareness and allowing them to develop aspects of them self or become conscious of aspects of them self via the mechanism of The game and the very act of playing. 

If one loves and appreciates the game one does not want to see the game collapse in on itself one wants to have the game available for continued play even if one is bored of it , other beings may not be... 

So one  becomes a programmer trying to fix the codes

Because the game has merit

Knowing one is inside of it does not take away the joy and fulfillment of engaging with it. 

I could spend my entire existence here simply trying to reflect back beauty to other players, and I would be grateful for the experience, and it would not be for nought.

If you were a game programmer in this reality and you spent your entire life time creating the ultimate virtual reality experience

And then you realize that there is a virus or distortion in the
 system that threatens the entire game and all the beings within it

Would you just throw it away? It would be like your creative child, life's work... Magnum opus. 

If the only way to save the game is for each being within it playing (or at least enough to override the virus) to become aware of not only their script in the game but their source self outside of the game... You as the programmer would possibly enter into the game and try to restore the codes from the inside..... So that you do not lose the entire thing. 

😊

If you zoom all the way out it has already happened, and is still only one aspect of all that we are. 

And that's where the paradox can be mind melting. 

The fool sets off on his journey with his bag packed..... The bag is a zip file containing everything that ever is was or will be. 

And in the course of the adventure we get to be every single part in the play

CLJ 2018


Synaptic Rapture of Ruptured Hymen

...the moment you give up the integrity of your own bioEnergetics via the JabErWocky and the like.... You consent to being another Artificial Neural Network in the Hive of the MindDistracted and Infected with Mal(evolent)(soft)Ware that helps to power the new Stage... The Age.... The new Energy Mining Operation ....You Are the Battery, the CellSignal Tower... The SellYourSoul Cellular Sigil in the Ritual...The Rites of The Mass.es underGoing Synaptic reWiring. CollectiveBodyPolitik Mining for Digital Currency through your own Neural HighWays.... The Digital Current Seas are rising... The Waves of ElectroMagnetic PimpMines are Rising.... And You have given up
Your own Will
In the turning of the Wheel
The Game is Inside of You
The RealEstate is not outerSpace
It's InnerSpace
And Time is Space Unfolding
The rhyme
Before
Your Eyes
Our I's
As the Files
             LiFes  harmonize
With the Script
                           U. R. Energetically
Baptized
In the new ArtificeOfLight
InSides of Synaptic Tides
     As the Angles of the Arc
Lead you into the Loop
            To Feed Back your Will
In the Cosmic Soup
                       Kitchen. 

You D.e.c.I.d.E.   
          d.i.c.e. Your Mind
             And d.i.e.  In Time

Holding no reMembraneDance
Of all the Cycles locked inSide
The SineWaves
   Sinews Made Flesh
      Of your Precious Existenz
           Embracing LifeDeathBreath
In a Heart that Transcends the width
And breadth
 Of all you Know
To 
Be. 

Every Body is a Key
Don't let the Locks 
Invade Thee
ReMember your Infinite Destiny 
And reTurn your Sovereign King
To the Throne of your
Wonder and Majesty

Charleen Johnston 
8-4-21

Update/ 9-2022: the Soup we Swim in is SWelling
As the Frequencies Freak and Tweak NeuralsPeak
As Grounding Tethers Weaken within As we Dangle from the wireless Rope  like the Hanged Man 
In a Sequestered Sea of WAN

Swan Song

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, Resistence 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 Weild 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..... 

Charleen Johnston

8-27-2020

Structural Integration

One Who Cannot reorganize and reOrient ones own body and release the disfunctional Structural rigidity and misAligned Stored Emotional Tensions that create constriction and prevent Free Flow of Life and Experience, cannot ever ReOrient the larger Body Politik. Inherent Apoptosis , wanders thru the Seams to make wY for Dreams of Integrity…. No? Yes….. To Living…. Is Yes to knowing the Key is Within Your own (S)Cell(F)ular Matrix

as history attests, burning the external representation of the system does nothing except make the scared herd cling ever more tightly to some semblance of being protected and corralled. One must Dismantle the Internal Structure that Bars the Being from ever realizing he never was a Victim to begin with; living an Authentic Life precludes the basic Fact that no outside agency has authority over ones Being, and begins with the tiniest gestures , of which very few people ‘alive’ are willing to Do, because as confining aS it is, most would rather be able to point their finger outside themselves instead of take full responsibility for theirSelf 🌟🃏🌟

….and ‘burning the ruling establishment to the ground in violent revolution ‘ is exactly what ‘they’ want, because in the intermediary chaos and confusion, ‘they’ simply reInstill and reInStall a tighter Reign on the Mind and the Hearts of those who know not how to exist within the Fluidity of ‘No Structure Imposed From Without’…One who has not learned to Organize their own Coherent Existence from Within cannot hope to exist peacefully in a systemless social arrangement any more respectably than one who concedes to the Program in order to remain comfortable.