Looking Through the Entrance of the Garden

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity

2023 August 27 Issue

Looking Through the Entrance Door of the Garden

Introduction:

Fold your awareness, give space to the tuning fork of your reality, and allow more consumption of what is extraordinary, extraterrestrial, and extra formational.

Looking Through the Entrance Door of the Garden

As the Red Thread moves beneath our feet, we feel the immense support it provides us, and the companionship it affords. Woven into the Garden of the Red Thread, the vast expansiveness of it postage stamp foot print, the Red Thread brings all the nutrients needed.

We are fed. We are fed deeply by the Mycelial network of our Rooted Way, and this enhances all the insights and creative perspectives we need to move our work into a new approach.

Language, through letter, word, and number, formula the equations necessary, to conclude the right angles, for depth of precise penetration. Sound reaches the precise depth, and the mind takes in the food of its reach.

We feel the Pulse, its rhythm and timing, and we know the registries necessary, to thread the eye of the needle, and stitch the appropriate measures into language.

Long long ago we were capable of this talent, and to continue its lineage is both an honor and a responsibility. We have the ability to respond to the deep listening, it is second nature to us, and we share the results readily.

Coming in close, we wrap ourselves in the nurturing energy of the Garden Plan, with its path of multiple colors, its flowers over-flowing their warmth of welcoming hospitality.

Collecting the nature of fragrance, we know the signature of capacity and its ability to fill us with intelligence from the Fey Realm. Invisible and powerful in their demeanor, the Fey are guardians and way showers.

Through the years we have had the pleasure of their conversation and their insight, so much so that we came to be among them in the every day, in the modern sense of daily.

Each day opens its arms with the delight of simply being, and the feeling of the ‘just being’ making its way to the top of the list of accomplishments.

Trying to be or being is a delightful way to amuse the Fey, as they see us already. We are already what it is we are, and they are simply open to all that we are, trying or not.

The Garden empties and fills its breath with the blink of an eye, and the sight is forever changed. We have been forever changed and find ourselves inside and outside of so many things.

The Bee that visits our Garden knows the length and breadth of our domain, and reaches it borders easily, bringing life on its wings of rapidity. Like the hummingbird, every direction is applied with color, shape, sound, and connection.

The threads are strung throughout the universe, and we are in communion with the language that speaks the stars. The ease of universal language vibrates our eardrum and the beat is harmonic and delicious.

Each day is numinous in its origin, and as the light shapes itself into line and color, we awaken to a new story following an ancient thread of Pulse. The Red Thread winds its way forward from a dreaming state to one of intrinsic beauty.

Guardianed are the Portals, the gateways of many, and the ease of passage is granted without reservation to those who are open to the language of the flowers and their ancient rooted stories.

Bee spoken, the flowers tell of many levels, many layers, both above and below the surface of things, and in doing so they complete an orbit of knowledge that circumnavigates reason of its hold and integrates the legend of invisible to visible, tangible results.

Each garden is a miracle in the making, each an emissary from the invisible inside the Seed, to the full grown idea planted squaring inside the circle of your mind.

The gate opens both inward and outward, and invites the viewer the opportunity to take in the abundance of color, shape, and line, knowing full well the outcome is transformative and desired.

Need plants gardens, desire grows flowers, want harvests the collection of the seasons, and the ease with which we enjoy a garden, is the openness we feel in its Presence.

Keeping forward the amount of connection, the garden roots itself deeply into the fibered existence of our woven nature to Gaia. And the Trees stand guardian, as well, their reach and projection, a fellow sentinel.

Mounted into the fabric of time, the fibers of space weave the matrix of coordination and collaboration, into a fine mesh of sound, that resonates its variety of notes, and harmonizes the field with the atmosphere and environment.

Safe are the times as we move forward the need, and as the ease enters the gate, we are relaxed to know that the movement has been registered, through the exactness and precision of Fey.

Making ready, we are ready and accomplished in our make up of reliability within the company of Fey, the invisible Realm that carries across all light that exists and is ready to exist.

Prepared are the years, and marked is the time given, spent, and received. Time, a gift. Uncounted measures are undertaken to provide the necessary accountments; the letters, the numbers, the distance necessary to travel the footed, rooted, path.

Mycelial, the under and above contain, and nurture, provide and give, receive and hold. Each task an immense smallness that all stands upon. So small as to be invisible, yet large enough in scope to provide.

The will of spoken corrugates all the members of our mind and helps make us capable of increasing our leverage in time. The full motionary existence of weight and measure come out of this leverage.

We take into our existial abode a more positional precision that helps us move clarity with greater speed and exactness.

We, as a world, are trying to motivate our coverage of existence to move more forward into awareness. We try to entice our consciousness into the pleasure of increase.

This is very tantric in the body origamic system, and this tantric motionary existence creates the capability to expand faster, and accelerate into greater speeds, so the fanning out of consciousness can give air to the breath of inspiration.

Accumulated distance becomes a valuable discourse in what is and what is not. The intermittent consignment of intention creates a beat, that can set and reset levels of quickening.

The pattern discourse with these levels is so effective, that we are now increasing safely to another level. The planetary discourse with its own resonance, is becoming bigger than the demand of too much Fire.

Fire creates, and Fire destroys. It is the mystery that creates the awesome beauty of what heat can give. Many create volume, without a complete discernment, and there the Fire gets ahead of them and they pick up thought that is not from a clear surface and the Rede of the Alchemy is put in danger.

To burn is not the only cause, to ignite is another, to multiply is even more, and this is a precious vessel that holds Fire distinct, and alchemically resident of Light and safety.

Safety made Real is a necessary caution that allows the Fire to run through its course with the help of elemental precision holding the Fire safe within the womb of Earth, and Air, and Water.

The counterparts are made blessed and the blessing is real in the Heart of Gold. There is a reason for the name Heart of Gold, rather than heart of lead, heart of silver, heart of copper. Heart of Gold is this real precision of Love that is honored by all the elements and their minerals.

The elemental force of a forgiving grace illuminates our world at present, and holds us in a time thought unsafe, out of control, unwanted, un regarded, un cared for.

No other can hold us in this way, without distraction. The full embodiment of the creative soul of life intention is granted safety made real, and illuminated by the force of will of Divine Thought.

The negative disposal of unbalanced fractalization is now put inside the rim of a portal circular recalculation. The circle within the womb of consciousness is on the tip of the beginning, and it dates all the way back to the beginning of time, and all the way forward till now.

The spacial reflection is mirrored into the soul of great continence, and it faces into the memory of the eye of Intention.

The placement of forward is within the footage of content, and the paging of its numbers into infinity. What is written down is always up, and the up ladders the down into its own conversion.

What is specially found resilient is a color-coated eye of a Will, that knows what is accompanied by. The el of Will elongates the dreaming, and potentates the message to the strength and clarity of its content.

The formidable forms the depths of its feet, imprinted through and down, into the divisionary shift, that now mends the soul of mankind.

Making an awareness, this footage reprograms the calculatorial steps needed, to make the equational formational quantum leap.

We, as a universe, we as a galaxy, we as a solar system, we as a planet, we as a world, are now gathered up into the promise of love made Real.

The first scorable salt is now warranted to the soul, so it can count its measure as relief. Backward and forward the rocking goes ,as the sand scored the parliament of the soul, sand the salt of consciousness marked from the distance, as an equational hieroglyphic format of content.

We volume the next, and we volume the last, and we volume the before, and we volume the after, but the now holds its own, as the point of increase marked.

When the tern escapes into flight, there is a signal that marks the sky in black and white. Catch the symbol in your hand, and cross over yourself with the question; what now, and who?

The volumes of many now corrugate, into the piece that is picked up, from the table of choice. Choices are made, and those that are made Real are safe and filled to overflowing with love.

Counting the measures of line, letter, number, and shape, we are better than before, because we hunger for the made Real managed by the divine of our consciousness .

Concluding no factors that do not match with the ease of light, the love of the natural matches the Gaia of the Garden of the Red Thread, and the Pulse within is threaded through the consciousnesses of each and every plant, herb, and flower.

As we ground the nature of our natural existence, the Fey complete the recovery of objection, and smooth the path forward, beyond the incredulous, to the land of color, shape, and resonance.

The tone is in the making, and the made is in the completed resonation of codial reliance, of equational factors moved from the invisible to the visible notal concordance.

Creating the fibers of existence requires photonic resonance, coupled with the mycelial threads within each encoded Pulse. These mycelial threads interconnect the nothing to the something, the invisible to the visible, the impossible to the possible.

Coupled with the make-believe, from the mind of the soul to the heart of the resonance of elemental tonality, we are companions to the materialized world, and carry with us the blueprint of our digital awareness.

Prior to the beginning, the amount of all was less than more, and the more could not find a way to call into existence the necessary elements to create. Let her came out of numb brr, the cold vacuum of space, and movement warmed light, and light became seen, from the invisible to the visible.

We are the combination of all such elements and the ancient story of Thread that is read throughout the world, woven upon the tongues of the many, but first told by the Mother.

Folding the between inside of life is a skill that integrates meaning and distance. We learn this more expressively through spiritual intention. We collate the cords with a frequency that solidifies meaning and accesses a larger codial awareness.

We begin to harmonize all our levels within a speed rate, so that we can express fluently in all the languages of planetary awareness.

We have become more codial and this allows us the great deal more expressionary room. We are more nestial now, and can accept some of the most deep spiritual mysteries, that acknowledge the specificness of time beyond spacial conflict.

Closure: Round up the round and make the circular more pointial for penetration, so that each needlepoint is specific to each need. In this there is Grace.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity

The volume of feeling that occupies the full color scope of our existence is indescribable. As sentient beings, we are the living crayons of our planetary consciousness, each possessing a unique shade and hue of emotion. From the soft strokes of joy and love to the vibrant bursts of passion and excitement, our spectrum of feelings spans far and wide, like a masterpiece painted on the canvas of our souls. We illuminate the world with our kaleidoscope of emotions, blending and merging to create a symphony of human experiences. It is in this vast array of colors that we find our connection to one another, as we share in the vivid tapestry of life, ever evolving and ever mesmerizing.