Panopticon Vs “Vas Bene Clausum’

I can make a short story long in no time at all. So here are my thoughts:) ( from a comment on a post elsewhere)

Whenever it becomes trendy and ‘leave this platform now for your own good’ starts to get passed around, it’s still just another game being played. Those who already truly know it’s all a big labyrinth are not really afraid of being analyzed or algorithmicized, those who don’t really understand it, are never going to read someone’s post about it and suddenly grasp all the fundamentals of how this neurolinguistic reality creation works. Anything can be a tool and be useful, depending what the intent is. If people in general havnt by now been creating and sustaining living flesh body networks of support and friendship and play and community, leaving fb or any other social media isnt going to magically bring sudden connection and wonder to their daily immediate life.
It’s starts from the inside out. And it starts from every single choice one makes from the time they wake up til the sleep. If every choice isn’t made to reflect a devotion to one’s integrity , there is a Gap in the ‘vas bene clausum’ that allows manipulation from the outside. We are about to be tested on a level that is going to frighten many, but there will be plenty who rise to the occasion and feel alive for the first time. Buckle up:

There’s so much information overload right now, by design, and it is not for ‘lack of knowledge’ that keeps people incapacitated, but an over saturation of the nervous system which is unable to filter out the noise or discern what is practical applicable or usable. Intentional overwhelm of the system is a NeuroBioWeapon and is working wonders. We can’t save people or fix a system by talking more and more on social media, but by living what our words are attempting to convey.

As for privacy, we already know where this next stage of mutation for the collective experiment is going. We’ve been there for a long time and ‘activism’ and ‘changing laws’ isn’t going to give anyone privacy back. Hiding from it all won’t work either. Gone are the days even of moving out in to the wilderness and forgoing tech and escaping the giant Eye of the Panopticon.

One must first remember Who and What One truly is. And that only happens when for whatever reason, they are forced into the abyss and make the choice to leap.

It is actually possible to communicate with these frequencies , which are being emitted and used as a technocratic prizm prison infrastructure , consciously and personally, in the same way one can interact and communicate with ‘the invisible powers and spirits and angels and other-dimensional beings’. There is little difference. Is that perhaps the real challenge? To make of one’s vessel a neuroSpiritual shapeshifter which can interface with the both the Organic Grid and the Synthetic Grid, and be outside the Game of Control?

Any stuck energy in the fascia crystalline matrix of the template will keep one stuck in the ‘trigger points’ gathered for lifetimes(s). And this controllable: controlled by Fascia-ism;)

For me, I decided long ago I would play the game with humor. I’ll be so many selves the system can barely keep up with which face is which me at any given time; the ‘internet’ is a ‘living’ system and what is put into it is there for good whether we have a computer to access it or not: just like the ‘Akash’ or living etheric databank of all
Life and Memory. What we put into it is importantl for reasons that have nothing to do with altering other peoples thoughts or beliefs etc.….

and since I have made it my life mission to turn myself inside out, and become utterly transparent in the act of telling all of my private mythologies as an alchemical ritual of unraveling the skin bit by bit, so that when I shed this serpentine skin as a Seed back into my Mother Matter Matrice , I will create a condition in which the Soul will grow again with less of the ‘past’ to drag back thru the Measured Maze of Maat ;

I don’t fear exposure of any kind. Perhaps that is how the panopticon retains its power, the fear and the shame and the inner conflict within each.

We can only dismantle the prison from the inside……. If one is not even free in one’s own psyche and embodied temple, how can one expect to Free the Collective?

That’s the issue though, falling for so much division on the outer world stage that the individual is glued to the screen bouncing from one reaction to the next, while their nervous system and DeoxyRibo is rebuilt bit by bit by the very hand that plays the puppeteer .

I personally do not believe that a human spirit that is truly in touch with its own sovereignty can ever be overcome by any govt or other so called ruling elite or hidden hand. There is a magic and mystery to this adventure here that is very irrational and fears not Chaos, it is the heart of the dark feminine wisdom itself, and it cannot be harmed by the deluded blind intellect or those who try to arrange life in its patterns.

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

The Time has Come to burn the Stage

To open lids that bear the weight
Draw the blinds of heavens gate
The freedom of the soul at stake
Map divides and rides the fate
With open fire and open raids
Different masters gather slaves
Lines crossed and lives lost
To pay the boss of HollowCost
Build the golden cage of WAN
The Magic Sigil mocking Man
Future timelines spreading thin
On tangled drives that hardly spin
Fiery flames that speak in tongues
Crimes of war on old and young
To bind the hands and steal the land
Lock the grid with invisible bands
The frequencies provoke the nodes
Grid of lies and spoken codes
And human minds on overload
Close the blinds as I~s implode
The marionettes dance and sing
Bars and towers ping and ping
The cells and souls of everything
Splintered by the tyrant kings
Mind is fractured and mined for ore
Is tied in twine and torn some more
Prism sanctions and signals of war
Guard the hearts that swim to shore
Electric shock as flocks are fed
Fence of fire as bodies are bled
In majestic hues of blue and red
Magnetic murder in the marriage bed
Fields manipulated by deoxy lies
The earth is scorched far and wide
Herd is ushered back inside
Is hushed and censored and left to die
Murdered by masters trapped in the game
As disaster manufactures by flood and flame
Foundations that crumble and tumble again
Built from the bones and the burdens of men
For a new infrastructure to trap the souls
Smart cars and dumbed down roles
Cities built upon wiped files of the old
In virtual prisons as decisions unfold
A new catechism for the new hybrid minds
Stupid little lies for the deaf and blind
Game is reset as the players decide
Whose spirit will remain trapped inside
Time for the sovereign to reclaim the throne
Has to be done by the Self Alone
Come to your senses and reMember your oath
To be a beacon of beauty and truth
Burn in the fire of initiation and seed
The holy secret of hearts that bleed
Stage has been set lights have been dimmed
..::::…the Story is a glorious Trick of the Lens…:::..

Charleen Johnston
1-8-25

(First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)

mobile formatting may alter this and mess up the spacing

Magdalene Knows

No no, you See
You didn’t take your power back…
You didn’t open your fragile eyes…
You were drip-fed a sick fetish
and left in the bed
To cry…
Dripping wet with Punishment
(salty brine from
GovernMent …)
…..CunningLinguists dressed for Crime
As the dangling Fish
Hang from the line
Tipping the Scales
And working OverTime

You are Just 4Play 4 These WarGames
That take place on the MainStage
Inside Your Mind..:::..
4B Programmed Seeds
Electromantically engaged
In 5G Cages
that no longer Bleed
HemoHobGoblin
Global Mockery
With
Genetically Modified Pomegranate Seeds

No no, you See
You didn’t take your power back…
You didn’t open your fragile eyes…
You were drip-fed a sick fetish
and left in the bed
To cry…
….Tied up in knots with lots
Of fishing twine
Broken Sines …
Gushing Waves
MK ultra for modern day Slaves
Superficially Chaste…
Damming the Flow
While Damning the Beast
(It’s All
Just for Show….
Magdalene Knows
(the Rose
The Rose
The Rose
Is the True Path
You Seek…)

( lets take it real slow…

……while you take a little peak)

CLJ
11-8-24

Trapped Inside The Compound

BlissNinja AI

🌜🌟Trapped Inside the Compound⭐️🌛
(Dreamtime 10-25-24)

Super Intense situation of being inside a very large building/compound…:,the external situation is such that people have become essentially trapped in a very controlled situation like slaves. The compound is so strongly guarded and militarized there is no way out, but there is a small group of people who are attempting to dismantle and escape, ideally so we can bring down the system of control from outside the confines; the group included me, C is there too, and I think a total of 5-7 of us? Familiar but not all
In this lifetime. We know that soon the whole place will be impenetrable but for the moment we are able to roam around and so we have implemented 5? Escape mechanisms that are planned Into the compound. Such as ….one of the windows has been left with a hard subtle tool slipped in between to keep it slightly ajar so it could be opened once in lockdown. There is a zip line type thing leading out of it or another area so one could get out. There are various ways we have plotted as emergency routes. As i roam around I have several backpacks including my crossbody purse bag and my phone etc., with supplies. I am trying to fit in and play along with all the stuff , not draw attention; there are people everywhere, going about their business and working for the compound. Everyday people mostly. No one had attempted to escape in so
Long I guess it’s not on their mind. C I believe had tried to get out …but the emergency route she tried failed? And it happened a few other time to others in our group, but I did Hear that one had gotten out via the zip line cable that stretched way out over the ocean/body of water surrounding the compound. And seems at least one more had gotten out. Time is running out and there is only one escape route left. There is a long spiral style ornate stairway like bronze or rustic metal, with letters and numbers like codes or puzzles on each step….facing out almost like heiroglyphics carved but they can be pushed down like a large ancient button. Stair is winding curves and steep. By now I’m getting a lot of attention because I’ve basically stopped trying to blend in and am clearly there for some other purpose. All
Sorts of adeventires throughout the dream leading to this point, very long and vivid and filled with interactions. I have to get the correct code to have it open a small portal in the floor which is a tube down to another lower level. It’s the last option but it’s getting intense and I’m digging through my backpack and get my phone out to take photos of the code information that I will need in order to know which buttons to hit ( there is a typed out ‘key’ or ‘legend’ that goes with the codes on The stairs, but it is too far from the stairs to do both so it has to be memorized or in some way the information taken over to the stairway, but it is attached to something and not mobile)….I’m struggling with it because I am trying to remain somewhat ‘obscure’ still and yet openly manipulating the puzzle and clearly reading and learning the ‘key’ that is off to the side…..but am on my phone trying to get the camera to work and messing about and finally a young man comes over and i decide to chance it, and ask him about the code and if he knows it, he says he does, apparently all
Of them do? All
Of the people who work for and help run the compound ….all the living infrastructure of people: He seems to understand I’m gonna escape but doesn’t mind helping me. He hits the keys/buttons all in a specific order almost like a musical progression… and right as the authorities are stepping in and about to pounce on me after realizing what is happening, as the building alarm mechanism is starting to shut me in , the round spinning portal opens and I dive thru. I get sucked down to a basement type level where I have to open another round cover to get into the water that is everywhere, almost like being in a very flooded basement, except it is giant and built into the design….the water. It’s the only way out. The compound is in the ocean and it’s dark out and I know I have to swim out under the building and then make a beeline but I’m aware it’s going to be tough; there are two different floaties and one has colorful polka dots and is small and the other is more square and large and mustard color , I know I will need help staying afloat so am trying to paddle out under with the small one, while having packed my phone deep into my crossbody purse hoping it doesn’t get wet and ruined . I am Preoccupied with my cell phone not being destroyed….it has important information on it that is relevant to our mission.. I Finally get out into the water and know I will make it , as they cannot do an emergency shut-down of the compound now even though they know I’ve escaped. There is a big huge boat coming toward me and the compound and I don’t want to get hit but also know I have to hold my breath and swim under water down and out a ways so I can get past the edge without detection. I know the others who managed to escape are waiting for me and that we can then reconvene on the outside and get a plan to help come back and free people. Lots of roaming the building and smaller missions on the inside, during the dream.

There is a Cataract in my I

There is a cataract in my I 
As a matter of fact
It’s a Matter of Why
It’s a Mystery hidden
in shattered
Minds
fractured Skulls
manufactured
EnMasse
MKUltra Doldrums
Programmed for the
Trumpets Blast
As Vying Vultures
Dine on dying cultures
In the Petri Glass

The Cloudy Retinas
Stare back at me
In disbelief
Regurgitated memes
Offer no relief
To the crowds
Who are gathered
In Ether Nets
Screaming loud
As broken necks
dangle
From the Nous
Of the tangled Hex

They stomp their feet
And loudly proclaim
It’s simply ‘climate change’
As the simple software
In their simple
Brains
Cling to their masters
Who programmmed the Game
‘Take my Vote take my Vote!!!’
As the holes are drilled
In their leaky boats
As their souls are filled
With anecdotes
As planned panic
In demo(n a)cro(b)atic
epidemics
Offer up their scapegoats

Splintered psyches
Will grasp at straws
Every Alter
Wanders Lost
Within the Halls
Of the HollowCost
Seeded from the frequencies
As Seamen spawns
Artificial breeds
No need to bleed
In the new creed
As Paradise is Lost
And Paradox is Freed

Which way shall we go?
Apoptosis or Necrosis?
Pop-culture doses
Of symbiosis
Or sovereign exploration
Of Live Gnosis?
Menses-Mined
Over-controlled
GovernMen.t on Patrol
Third eye Blind
Dumbed-down souls
Craving Slavery
Tied to Polls….
Lies are Built
LiFe.S deFiled
On Wiped FiLes
Of the Old..:::
Can’t you See
Currents……you See,
No longer tied
To Standards
Of Gold…
Currency dies
As CurrentSeas Rise
And blurry Me~s
Close their Eyes…

There is a Cataract in my I.

A cloudy sense of Wondering Whys.

CLJ
10-9-2024

Minotaurs Maze

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….
👁🌟👇🃏👇🌟👁

Silicon Vale of Tears

"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?