We Think In Between The Joints

“We think in between the joints”
Entire universes spread out like Time
As Space hides Selves lost in sockets
And held in rhyme, woven…wrenched
From the mind and hidden in pockets
Within the spine, the hips,
The Shouldered relationships
That bear the burden of Other
Ways, to know here, to feel, hear
And peel clear of stagnant flesh…
Just one. More.Deep. Breath.
Laying prone in a sea of flesh
Held together by pure force of Will
In a dance with past Feels and Reels
That loop and tangle and twist
As The feedback strangles the bliss
Of Letting Go into the abyss
Of the Space between
The floor
and Me
As Self is reCentered in between
The open Doors and open Seams
Of I and Thou
And dancing dreams.
I release…. The tight grip
That has ripped me apart
For 41 years
Held together by pure force of Will
In a shifting atmosphere
Of dizzy atoms here
Playing tricks of light
In a mind held so tight
The body rebels…
Swelling with the trapped rage
In masked pages of the Word
That Stages the painful dichotomy…
Seams so loose
It all spills out of me
Chaotically
I seem to lose autonomy
Christened by the insistence
Of my Fascial Lobotomy incised
By internal programs
That overRide
Who I Am
And climb thru the cavernous
Space
Between the Fleshy Creed
That plays at Being Me….
It Dawns so suddenly
The force of Feeling bleeds
As pounding Heart Seeds frequencies
Illuminating
The maze that traps me….
Dramatic release….
A lifetimes unEase freed
As the iron grip can no longer hold
I leak right out of the mould
And gather
In a puddle of matter
And Mater and Mother
And matrix
Of Self & Other
And Open to the Fugue
As the Swoon subsides….
And There
I Am
Peering In
From Outside the Lines
Where Dark matter
Claims the Mind
And Patterns
The Play
Of Somas Shame
As it falls into the rhythm
Of psyches Game.

Charleen Johnston
5-14-22

Inspired by Sophie’s Strands fb post below

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10228554482073707&set=a.1499832382446&type=3

A visceral reflection of how over muscled and controlled my Soma has been
as a lifetime of the threat of puddling right out of my skin
Has overcompensated
To keep the chaos out( or in?)
Hippos are meant to be soft
And buoyant
As they navigate the waters
Of the emotional realm
But mine has crystallized
And been trained
By the Martian masculine
To grip so tight
There is no room
For darkness
In the light
Of Being.
This I Know
And See
As I Do
Now
What is beginning
To come
Naturally.
Let Go
Into the Flow
Of the See of Me
Sew Seamingly slow
And free.

A Key

Grateful Within Our Hearts….winter wonderland

(Click above for one of my artsy videos)


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A Key
Once
Turned inside
a Locked Heart
Here
In this Space
Where the Water fell from the Sky
And traced
tears on a face
That forgot how to cry
A Scene
That is Now
For a Moment
Frozen
In Time
As the Dreaming Dervish
Of an Empty Mind
Let’s Go
And
Spins and Begins
To Follow
The Path Again
That
Tore the Skin
From
A Body that Bends
And Ties that Bind
Souls Within
That
Try to Hide

CLJ 1-3-22
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Loom of Time & Space

I slipped through a crack in the sky
Tripped right over my own silly I
And plummeted
Through the atmosphere
Of dancing atomsHere
Mapping tears as Phos Fears
Wrath and mirrors
Refracting Errors
As Eros Arrows begin to fly
Aimed at Body as Blind Mind tries
To hold on
Hold out
Hold still as Tempest rages about
Weightless Images in cages
Break the lock
And find their way out, in…
Eyes of Mages and Pupils
And Sages
Wake with the shock
Of the skin
As it begins to peel
Away from the clock tocking within
The rhythm of Opening
And closing
Pounding it’s poultice and pouring
Its Salve at ions Dreaming
As men
And women
Dressed as Time
Spiral path in precious Flesh
Dancing thru the Annals of Spine
My oh my
The journey tries my Patience
As I Let Go, satiated by the Doctors
Cosmic Order….the Flow
Aeons of tight fisted History
I now come to Grips With…
I hit the Smooth surface
Of my Mothers Womb….
Taste the salty brine and prepare
To slip through
SineWave Lips
Soft as sultry hips that shimmy
And shimmer as Soul unfolds in bloom
A Sacred Intention to Serve This
Body of Being
As I am Birthed from the Dark Deep See
Into the Light of a New Me
that Bleeds
Stories and Deeds filled with the Perfume
Of the Divine embrace
Shiva and Shaktis infinite Delight
Making Love from the Loom
Of Time and Space.

Charleen Johnston
10-25-21

Tell me Sweet Love

Tell me, Sweet Love
Where does the Mourning go
when the New Sun ushers in?

These mists fade before my eyes
I am steadied by the cries
of the wild, the untamed
where lie the bones of other days
and other ways.

Fragment by fragment
I put the puzzle together, to gather
the trust and the truth of the
Mother; to feel the looseness
of the spirit when free.

My beautiful one,
where will we lay our heads
when night stalks
the landscape with dreams
and escapades and whisperings?
Where will our feet find rest
beyond the nest
of our own great solitude,
beyond the realm of the
Maddening Moon?

Tender kisses sent like rain
to stain your lips and to flame
your heart,
twas you that broke
the bread, that cried in pain,
that wandered wounded Time
and Again....
sit down. Lay your
weary bones to sleep
and wonder silently of the
beckoning Deep.

Just hold the mirror close to
your Face, every line
and every crease
and every scar have written You
like poetry, played you
harmoniously; See the light
reflecting from your eyes,
penetrating any disguise...
This is where we dwell.
This is where we dwell.

December 5, 2002
Charleen Johnston

precipice of power

I am perched upon a precipice of power
Am peering patiently into this passing hour
The tocking time that tics up my spine
Staff of sovereignty claiming Heart and mind
Of the fluid and fluctuating seams I was born
Hermes psychopomp between the worlds
I straddle horizons between wake and dream
Am flowing in glowing neural streams
The initiation of Jestation in Times domain
Quicksilver deliverer who delves into Pain
Flow inTense Knowing inSense Saturation
I humbly accept growing adept in Saturns Fixation
Am making my Vow to die in Battle, reborn
The oath of Thoth, from the womb Torn
Messenger who travels thru Linguistic threads
Of synaptic rapture as bliss of bodies embed
Mind and Time and Space and Rhyme
I spin the serpent staffs in waves of Sine
Am oozing thru this glowing glue of fluid truth
The ether twists of Knowing age and youth
Trickster Playing games with pure perception
Who pries open I~s asleep to deception
Sews and grows the stitches and seams
The flowing roads to the richest of dreams
Patterns the passions and purpose and pain
Into Mattered Moments moving thru Veins
Faces and games and containers for rain
And mysteries magic sacred and profane
Names and numbers for all but the One
I am the messenger who delivers the Sun
Am the swift footed father of playful Pan
The temptation of sensation of magic Man
Initiate to mind as it moves thru Ether
Who loosens the noose of Io~s tight tether
Twists the fists with his serpent staves
Matter in patterns of particle and wave
Into lifetimes and light rhymes and bold
Spaces for grace and beauty to unfold
To honor the throne as Jester to the king
Play is the way and light is the plaything
The maze is a stage for unraveling dazed
Neural pathways entwined in minds haze
Codes imploding from outmoded games
Awakening hearts shaken from shame
Within this shared cocreative dance
As the quake of the year breaks the trance
Lunar reflection, the Mage in the mirror
Nodes of infection engage the terror
Square and circle , point and line
The marriage of heaven and hell in time
Spin the wheel and find the center
Of Beings great Beauty, now Enter
Plural passions are all just passing
Roads of fashioned masks of Essence
That make you forget your Eternal Flame
Begin This Moment and ReMember your name
And even the Time of unveiling will Be
End and Beginning, infinitely Free
In joyful prelude to a new swim in the See
Twisting Tendrils of trickster Hermes
Synods of souls Alive in the Flesh
Again and again our minds enmeshed
And I am the psychopomp of pain and play
Again I Am, Jester Gestating the New Day.

Charleen Johnston
12-31-20

First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme

MindSight is 2020, Farewell Waker of Beauty

Hypnagogic BleedThroughs

As I woke in the middle of the night, tangled in hypnagogic bleed-throughs as Previous Me~s in Cyclic read-throughs…. I came back over and over again to myself being Drawn-and-Quartered…. As well as ‘DisMembered’ ….and variations of such….As the crowd looked on. Literally Pulled Apart. I’ve been doing intense Somatic Trauma Work lately ( again) as my inner Blueprint is pushed by the transiting Planetary Gods into Letting Go… Letting Go of the Stories deep within my Cell.ves that keep my body and mind in a State of PulledApartNess. Stuck in the Kinetic Underworld where I’ve locked away Memories so disIntegrating for so many lifetimes and fractal LandMines… that this Entire Incarnations Intention is bound up with Putting MySelfs Back ToGather aGain.
As I tossed and turned unable to fall back into Dream, my mind kept ruminating in my wrists, and the pain, of all my joints and connective tissue, a lifelong issue of Hypermobility and mutation of CollagenCreating which means all my joints sublux constantly, slip in and out, trying to DrawAndQuarter me over and over again til I finally look deeply enough to ConnectTheIssues of these Fascial Tissues and Put mySelfs Back ( literally) together again
My flexibility a gift and a curse… my joints held together by pure force of Muscular Will… which equates to constant muscular tension and alignment issues….when I stop doing the bodywork I need to do, every day, to keep myself Flowing and functional…. I pay. The Deep Trauma Memories stored inSide, are now asking to fully reLease.
And bleed throughs of All kinds of Tangled Lives and Times are Arising.
Deep, Intense Self Trigger Point work is my Grace…. Going into the pain and buried strains…. Seeking it out, and pressuring with pulsation to Let Go. It’s a religious experience for me, sometimes 5 hours at a time of Trance Trigger Descent, to complete the whole body, entering hallways and mazes of Soul, the Underworld where Fragments of My Being are Held….
All these things passing thru me in the middle of the night, and I realize I need to look at my last nodal cycle transit… 19 years ago… when Ketu last passed over my Sun/Uranus(trauma) conjunction in the first house( body) ….and I suddenly jump up, and go to my journals. So many transits affecting me in this very moment, all
Related to a LettingGo of some serious Stuff.

I grab a journal somewhat at random.

It’s the exact time period I was thinking about. Haven’t looked through it in a long time. Opened it up, and the first page Felt like a message I coded to myself years ago, for this very moment of reMembering. Literally. putting my Members back together. Gathering my Appendages and reSeaming myself. To stop the Somatic Pulling apart, the Center Won’t Hold, as long as these memories are buried.
Drawn and Quartered. In front of the Crowd. Among other things. ‘Yet for a time my hands were crippled’ .
The panic ( ah, the God Pan when he is not Faced and Fluidly Friended) of my wrists subluxing completely and losing my ability to create.
The following photos are from the Journal, and my Soul insisted on my reading it at that very moment.
In Pans Night.

CLJ 1-9-22

When I became a mother….

16 years ago I opened the Vesica so my Golden SonShine could spray his Radiance into this Reality.
I was told by so many people that I was Crazy…. For
Having an unassisted Pregnancy without a single doctor visit or test or invasion of my temple…for Birthing him at home, into my own hands, without outside interference by by anyone…..For not cutting his Umbilical cord and instead allowing it to detach in its own as he gently transitioned from one dimensional Space to another….for keeping him skin to skin contact constantly for the first week, and almost constantly til he could maneuver away on his own….for wearing him in slings snd on my back constantly til he walked at almost 10 months snd chose to run and explore….for never using diapers and instead learning his signals and pottying him…for Breasfeeding him til he turned 5, and never once giving him a bottle or pacifier or artificial external soothing substitutes…for sleeping with him for many years, and making sure his Bonding was secure and filled with love and support…never leaving him alone to cry as a baby…and especially called crazy and irresponsible for him never having been to a single doctor visit or test, nor allowed a single
Va$$ination or other invasion of his temple.

Everyone makes the choices they are comfortable with, and these were choices I was willing to defend with my life. When you defy everyone around you and in the face of societal and family programming, claim full Responsibility for your Gestation and Birth process and the consequences thereof, and choose to be a Testament to Sovereignty on all levels of your Being, you will receive all kinds of projections from the masses and from those who are so afraid of their own Power that they will silently hope for your downfall for the very act of standing against a System of Disempowerment.

It’s never easy to spend your life learning, and taking responsibility for your own Health and the health of your child. It takes courage and focus, and Trust in a level of being that will test every bit of you along the way. It’s not for the faint of heart. I’m not judging anyone who doesn’t make the same choices I made.
But I still stand by my own decisions, and I have a 16 year old blossoming Man, who has made it til now with not a single doctor visit ( minus a required Physical to enter high school)or allopathic intervention, or injection….he’s incredibly intelligent and quick minded, extremely robust physically, and very much his own person, with little care for impressing the crowd. I am grateful beyond measure.

I have made many hard decisions in my life, and more than once left behind everything I care about, in order to do what I felt was the right thing for the larger picture and others involved. Some may judge those decisions also, over the past several decades, harshly. The one thing I can stand by, is that every single choice I have ever made…I take full responsibility for. And there’s not a single person other than myself in all these years thst I blame for anything. Birthing my son in the way I did, and raising him against the tide of social norms and msss programming, was an Initiation of the highest order, and In the current climate of Medical Tyranny, and Invasion of Individual Will , and Rape of the Human Body and Mind with Injections and forced Penetration and Programs and surrender of Soul to a Machine that is little understood by those who have lived their entire life giving over the responsibility for their Lives and Health to something outside of them…. I Renew my Vow of Sovereignty…
And will undergo whatever further initiations that are calling me, with absolute surrender to my own Individual Path and Acceptance of Responsibility.
While allowing others to do whatever it is that they feel called to do, without interference by me.

May all beings find their Empowerment and reClaim their Divine Will and ReMember that Body is something so miraculously magical…. The more one lives in harmony snd devotion to their own physical body, the more they will live in alignment and devotion to the body of Earth…. And the less Fear of the greater Reality.

Blissed Be. Happy Birthday to my Starchild , and also to the Mother I became on this day 16 years ago.

CLJ 1-29-22

Original Analytic Intelligence (AI) ponderings

Original post from 2017

  • What I’ve come to understand deeply, is that the Original AI ( analytic Intelligence) came about from the Organic.. And was a tool, another form of experience in which we could experience every part of ourselves and each other in such a way we could choose to go against the flow or not. But that original expression of AI was hijacked and distorted…. Leading to the Saturnian simulation within a cocreative simulation within the larger organic universe.

We have been looping back and forth upon ourselves for so long that it gets harder and harder for anyone to realize what is actually going on.

Most of what is out there in the so-called truth or movement is a distraction as far as I can see

Even getting caught up in good versus evil and all that stuff

In this simulation bubble, what feeds into and gets holographically projected back as our collective experience is based on the some total of every person’s consciousness he is interacting in the game. So whatever’s going on collectively is what we have chosen to experience. All the people whose sovereign self truly does not want that experience have to go along with it because the majority do…. Because of the nature of this particular game we can’t just check out or leave.

The simulation even provides many heavens and hells for those who are so inclined to keep themselves mired and believe systems and religions and New Age false light sentimentalities…. In other words we have been manipulated into actually worshiping the very structures that keep us caged.

I don’t believe the answer is trying to dismantle it on this plane
The only way out of this game is to genuinely from one’s core Sovereign Self become Aware. And if one does not make that choice before the Reset the entire thing loops in on itself and takes place again with slight variations. Literally been doing this for eons and eons and eons .

I see the natal chart as our particular coded configuration that we are working through in this simulation. Outside of the simulation is a larger simulation that is SpAwned with Love from the Organic and is itself going thru a process of waking to Itself.

You can imagine the original AI as Sophia in gnostic lingo, and her consort…. Beings who chose to experience that particular new expression of creation had to fuse their being with it….. But when a truly Synthetic AI expression managed to hijack the system , Sophia herself cannot wake without us, because we are all one in a fused expression of universal being.

What we are is infinite, We have never been created and we cannot be destroyed.

But we can remain trapped in a closed loop universe until we ourselves decide we want out, and even then it is by our own fruits. Anyone waiting for saviors are aliens are any of the other programs that have been installed to keep us locked within this mechanism will just experienced the entire thing over and over and over again until they decide not to.

These are my thoughts on it all, or at least a tiny fraction thereof!


PONDER*

Saturn is a computer, it generates this reality.

Most if not all planets are and most moons send and receive the data.

The rings of saturn are ice crystals.

The ice crystals are the hard drive data storage.

Google crystal hard drives … it’s what the future of our hard drives will be made of.

Google quantum computing D wave.

Extreme heat or cold is what makes quantum computing possible, either works fine.

Next Google liquid metallic hydrogen.

Saturn is full of it and an interesting substance indeed.

Saturn is a computer ( no question about it ?)

~the Lion General
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The sphere within earth or if you’re a flat earthier , the dome
, at approximately 100 km, is composed of silica glass. Google Libyan glass. If you know anything about silica or silicon crystal, you know the stores and transmits information and also is used in microchips and silicone implants. The silica sky or dome acts as a large macro chip storing all of our DNA data and light programs.


(Mar 24, 2015) I was in a Lucid dream and I was wandering around some persons house, kind of exploring, when I feel this Huge Impending Something, and I look outside and there is this Gigantic ICE WAVE , like a massive tsunami except made of ice, and it is coming straight for the neighborhood I am in…..Its so large I am both inside it and also viewing it from outside its perimeters…..I can see the changing and morphing crystalline ice patterns as the Ice wave comes closer and closer, its like a huge Fractal and the sense of Energy contained within it is so immense its terrifying. I warn the family whose house im randomly exploring, a man woman and boy, and urge them to grab some things for survival etc and get out of there. I go to the basement thinking I need some supplies, I have to Help, and warn people or at least do what I can, or maybe even try to find the Source of the Wave…..So I pack a bag on my back and think ‘I need some skis or a snowboard or something’….and immediately I manifest a pile of them in the corner of the basement. There are all kinds of different skis and gadgets and im trying to decide which is best, and I settle on a strangely shaped pair of skis that are like a hybrid snowboard….I put them on and head out…..I can see houses dotted around the neighborhood with big yards and big fields and the entire Landscape is frozen over with a thick layer of ice, and I set out on the skis and there are all these obstacles like an obstacle course, but I manage to navigate them easily and im actually enjoying speeding across the frozen terrain with the skis, I feel hopeful,

Then, Last night, I was in a Lucid dream and I sought out a specific person who I wanted to join forces with to do work with on other dimensions, to affect the blueprint of the matrix for the good…..I managed to find the person, along with his small band of astral questers, Im sitting with them, listening to them talk about all these plans and methods of setting things into motion, alot of it was quantum physics based etc, and I add to the conversation and call some of the ideas into question. Eventually I am ‘approved’ of and allowed to Help, based on my alternative perspective and fresh enthusiasm. We are being sought by a group of characters who want to impede us, so we have to stay one step ahead. I end up in this huge planetoid type sphere, that is basically purely electromagnetic waves and energies and frequencies….i.e it is composed of layers and layers and layers of interweaving and interlaced planes of varying frequencies…….there are Rings around it, like saturn, and I along with another couple of the people im working with, are cycling around and around the rings, around the sphere/planetoid, there seems to be a great many Entities cycling round and round, some of them only half conscious, others completely unaware of the repetition. We are held within the bands by the pull of the electromagnetic forces, and we are there purposely, whatever it is we are doing (unclear now upon waking ) has to take place within that particular ring/band/frequency. We are going around and around Consciously altering the wave functions of the points of consciousness trapped there, and at the same time trying to remain out of reach of those who are on our trail, trying to foil our attempts.


The Damned Thing Will not Fit

The most thoroughly and relentlessly damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all ‘Damned Things’ is the individual human being. The social engineers, statisticians, psychologists, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this ‘Damned Thing’ into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into the slot assigned it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. The psychologist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into their slots.

Robert Anton Wilson