We stand at the border of choice and chasm Are these painful platitudes simply spasms Uploading consciousness into the Drive The Masters' Disastrous Path to the Hive Current See is Redundancy as currents bleed Reality from the veins of the You and the Me Via manipulated mind maze gathering slaves Sustained SineWave notations digging Graves Neural intrepidation saturating the Film Biophotonic regurgitation of bionic Whims Intention is the Blood and flood of Becoming As HeartBeats Synchronic feats of drumming 5GoD Grids tuning the etherSpheres Directs Crystal dimensional sonic Tears Media(L) Mirrors torture terrified Players Nerves Firing Burning through layers To initiate the New level of the Game Output generated from Aeons of Shame Hysteria operating thru blasphemous blame While terrified CreatorGods forget their Name Human Beings Becoming shadowSelves Bodies forgetting wherefore they dwell Lose their Spin and Vacillate in vain Boundaries obliterated thru HiveMind Stain And here is the Time and here is the Now Are we Ready to nurse from the Sacred Cow? Absorbed in the Milky Way of Silky Space Into the womb of our Being and Seeing, or Will HiveMind homogenize the Sovereign Spirit?
Copyright Charleen Johnston 3-20-2020
(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme )
I dare you to follow the Minotaur in the maze And waken from the cloudy haze Of disbelief You may not know Nor care How all this works But ‘they’ do And use it against You The only way out of the the maze Is to learn to steer Your own neural pathways And let go of the identity Of BioSyntheticSlaves I left a red thread you can untangle And start to see Matters from other Angles…. 👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁
"The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe, for the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood he was one of them." - Turkish proverb
If you know, you know…..that the forest can do all those things and more -that the Empty Shells have planned for their new New Temples. You Are the most advanced Technology In Existence. With Your Body, and the Interface of Mind, you actually have Access to all of Time & Space. But you do not ReMember Who You are. So you have been Tricked into using your Infinite Power to Create…..to build a world that is designed to keep you trapped in endless feedback loops of recursive programming…..how many layers deep will you Go?
The Crossroads:::::::
Carbon is Diamond. The Black Goddess Black Madonna in Her Rarefied Form. Thru the Process of Times Dance with Space and the Intense Compression that takes Place….She becomes The Diamond Body Virgin Mother….:::::: A pure and perfect Refraction of Life…::::: But they Are…:In Essence::::: the Same
The Silicon Vale of Tears reigning floods to divert the Sovereign organic Process Pressuring Life into Forms that deForm the Inner Temple ….. which Upgrade will You Choose? Diamond or silicon? No Matter Mother Maat Matrix can be destroyed but it can be trapped in an Endless Loop. How many layers Deep, Are You, In the Soup?
ALchemical psychology remarkably condenses the two traits of the lion heart–the conformity of its thought and its objectification- into the alchemical substance, sulfur, the principle of “combustibility,” the magna famma. “Where is the sulfur to be found? asks Kramer, a fourteenth-century English Benedictine. “In all substances, all things in the world–metals, herbs, trees, animals, stones, are its ore.
Everything that suddenly lights up, draws our joy, fares with beauty–each bush a god burning: this is the alchemical sulfur, the flammable face of the world, its phlogiston, its aureole of desire, enthymesis everywhere. That fat of goodness we reach toward as consumers is the active image in each thing, the active imagination of the anima mundi that fires the heart and provokes it out.
(James Hillman, Thought of the Heart )
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At the same time that sulfur conflagrates, it also coagulates; it is that which sticks, the mucilage, “the gum,” the joiner, the stickiness of attachment. Sulfur literalizes the heart’s desire at the very instant that the thymos enthuses. Conflagration and coagulation occur together. Desire and its object become indistinguishable. What I burn with attaches me to it; I am anointed by the fat of my own desire, captive to my own enthusiasm, and thus in exile from my heart at the very moment I seem most to own it. We lose our soul in the moment of discovering it: “Sweet Helen,” says Marlowe’s Faustus, “make me immortal with a kiss./Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!” Hence Heraclitus had to oppose thymos and psyche: “Whatever thymos wishes, it buys at the expense of soul.”Psychology now calls this love in the heart of the lion compul- sive projection. The alchemical basis of this kind of projection is actually the sulfur in the heart that does not recognize it is imagining. The objective himma is literalized into the objects of its desire. Imagination is thrown outward, ahead of itself; and the task is less to take back these kinds of projections -who takes them back and where are they put–but more to leap after the projectile reclaiming it as imagination, thereby recognizing that himma demands that images always be experienced as sensuous independent bodies. There are styles of projection: it is not a unitary mechanism. Cordial projection requires an equally leonine mode of consciousness: pride, magnanimity, courage. To desire and to see through desire–this is the courage that the heart requires.As Jung says: “Sulphur represents the active substance of the sun… the motive factor in consciousness, on the one hand Will and on the other Compulsion” (CW 14, S15t). Compulsion becomes will through courage; it is in the heart that the operations upon sulfur are performed. We shall come back to these operations in the second part. For now it is enough to recognize compulsive projection to be a necessary activity of the sulfur, as the way in which this heart thinks, where thought and desire are one.Our lion rages and our sulfur burns. Our saint is eaten by lions. We cannot let loose our aesthetic outrage in its simple form. Alchemical psychology recognized this need for work on the lion. Alchemical psychology considered the black and red sulfurs, and the green lion, in desperate need of subliming. One well-known method cuts off the green lion’s paws, depriving it of its reach into the world. Yet it stays alive as a succus vitae in the heart, for “green is the color of the heart and of the vitality of the heart,” as we know from Corbin. The color of the himma must be green like the natural driving sulfur that is also the green/red copper goddess Venus. This ardent green has to be enlightened, the sulfur chastened: a whitening of the heart.To make white the heart is an opus contra naturam. We expect the heart to be red as its natural blood, green as its hopeful desire. This heart operation originates in the dilemma presented by sulfur: the imagination captive in its sulfur that both burns and coagulates at the same instant, imagination held fused into its desire and its desire fused with its object. The himma blinded, unable to distinguish between feeling and image, image and object, object and subject, true imagining and illusion.Alchemy often speaks of subliming to a sulfur white as snow. This is not only an operation of calming and cooling, the “Doves of Diana.” In fact sublimation requires going with the fire, like curing like, raising the temperature to a white heat so as to destroy all coagulations in the intensity of the desire, so that what one desires No longer matters, even as it matters most, mattering now sublimed translucent, all flame.
I will not jump on any bandwagon, I will watch the masses fight for their seat, I will not join any crowd, I will walk in the other direction, I will not be swayed by programmed emotional manipulations, I will calmly observe, I will not participate in the distorted ritual of the modern ‘mating game’, I will create create create from the sanctity of my sovereign Space, I will not groom a socially appropriate false-persona, I will crawl thru the humus of my Self and keep The scars of initiation visible, I will not polarize into This not That no matter how much the architects of control try to force feed me, I will lucidly reflect, I will not deny the heaviness and trauma of the ancestral memories Within my matrix, I will dance with them til they are Free, I will not be contained, i will not be restrained, I will not be tamed,I will not be shamed, I will burn in the flames of my own alchemical vessel and burn away the dross, Only the pure can love , only the pure can Know
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?
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.....
Charlene, also spelled Charleen and Charlyne, is a feminine given name, a feminine form of Charles coined in the United States in the nineteenth century; from French Charles, from Old French Charles & Carles, from the Latin Carolus, from and also reinfluenced by Old High German Karl, from the Proto-Germanic *karlaz (lit. “Free Man”/”Free Spirit”/Free Thinker); compare the Old English word churl and the Old German Kerl. Meaning Free Woman, Free Spirit, Free Thinker
Self Portrait~ Charleen Johnston 5-28-24
THE SONG OF A WOMAN FREE
I am a woman free. My song Flows from my soul with pure and joyful strength. It shall be heard through all the noise of things — A song of joy where songs of joy were not. My sister singers, singing in the past, Sang songs of melody but not of joy — For woman's name was Sorrow, and the slave Is never joyful tho he smiles. I am a woman free. Too long I was held captive in the dust. Too long My soul was surfeited with toil or ease And rotted as the plaything of a slave. I am a woman free at last After the crumbling centuries of time. Free to achieve and understand ; Free to become and live.
I am a woman free. With face Turned toward the sun, I am advancing Toward love that is not lust, Toward work that is not pain. Toward home which is the world, Toward motherhood which is not forced, And toward the man who also must be free.
With face turned toward the sun, Strong and radiant-limbed, I advance, singing, And my song is as free As the soul from which it flows. I advance toward that which is, but was not; Toward that which is not, but is yet to be.
I, the free woman, advance singing, And with face turned toward the sun. Let Ignorance and Tyranny Tremble at the sound of my feet. I am a woman free.
Singing the song of joy, Strong and radiant-limbed, I advance toward the work which waits for me, The joyful work out in my home the world ; And toward the man who is my mate. Oh I am strong and magnetic — I have not wasted myself in sensuality; And equally strong and magnetic Is the man who is my mate.
For the glory of Motherhood I have conserved my strength. And for the glory of Fatherhood He has conserved his strength. I have passed by the lovers Who passionately called to me in the name of love, But whose lips were only hot with lust. I have remained true to my own soul And to the souls which are enfolded within me • And no man shall mingle his body with mine Who is not pure.
I am the free woman, No longer a slave to man, Or anything in all the universe — Not even to myself.
I am the free woman. I hold and seek that which is mine : Strength is mine and purity; World work and cosmic love;
The glory and the joy of Motherhood. I am not strong and clean for myself alone, But for all people ; My work and my love are for all people ; And I shall not be the mother of one child, But of all children — For I myself am the daughter Of all women and all men. Oh I am free ! My song Flows from my soul with pure and joyful strength ; It shall be heard thru all the noise of things — A song of joy where songs of joy were not.
Oh I am free ! I thrill With radiant life and gladness. I advance toward all that waits for me. I chant the song of Freedom as I go. My face is toward the sun, My soul is toward the light, My feet arc turned toward all that waits for me. I advance! I advance! Let Ignorance and Tyranny Tremble at the sound of my song!
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
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.
We all Matter into Mother Measured by Maats Tether Twisted Sines Waving bravely In the maze of Ether All ways Always riding Nows And nursing from the Sacred Cow ……….but some.in.Time Rewind the Bloodlines And find the WideOpenSee And Enter Consciously Into the LivingDream No longer Trapped In mapped Out mirrors No longer wrapped in Fears and Tears…. Tangled in whethers And whithers and whence Blaming the Game And shaming All Sense For the Terrors that rip choice from voice as Moistened lips Part The Red Seams of this Begotten Reality. To be Sovereign Is to Reign Free From Root to Crown As Seed to Tree Becomes What Is And Always Will Be… Adventures In Seaming And Dreaming I and We Between Games of Waking And Falling A Sleep.
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