Inside The Lull Of A Long Wait Is The Answer, Perseverance by Clarity Artists

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity 1

2023 December 1 Issue Inside the Lull of a Long Wait There Is The Answer, Perseverance Introduction: Yielding more information from behind the veil, we become more bending into this fold. We can now touch our toes in this world.

Inside the Lull of a Long Wait There Is The Answer, Perseverance As each year progresses down its path of Time, we are enabled, enabled to do what it is we do, and in that we are forever grateful, and through all the di culties and ease we manage to continue.

Continuing is an endurance, a willingness, a perseverance that adds value to each and everything you do. Not in the sense of must do, but rather in the notion of doing that brings accomplishment to the Self.

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As each year starts out we are the proverbial new year’s baby, our advantage is we bring along with us what we already know, and that is what this new year contains, the same elements as the previous one; Time.

We have time, no matter where you are on your own timeline, and this makes for an adventure renewed. How you got to the starting line of each new year is of your own doing, and the endurance it took is your ally, perseverance. 5

What got you here from there is your own breath, and your own willingness to see where this adventure is headed. Most likely you have a clue, hint, it’s not death, and your desire to uncover the clues is worth the wait.

What year haven’t you been waiting for something? It’s not like it’s something new to you, so picking yourself up from yourself, you always manage to see what’s next. The nish is never the nish, because the start was never a start.

You were born with a Red Thread as your Pulse, and you were woven into a Story that goes so far back in Time, that it drops out of Time and continues past reason and logic.

Time was when there were no reasons to be had and no logics to fathom, everything was just too deep to sh for, that we just simply allowed things to be themselves, which is how we came to be our own selves.

Then we were good at waiting, really really good at waiting, and we had no demands on Time, or Space for that matter, and matter simply was. And we had this Thread, red as blood and just as powerful.

Back then the Mother told us the stories of Stars, Planets, and Moons, but she used di erent words for them, the words that came before solar system, galaxy, and universe.

We woke up to these stories and went to sleep to them, and they are still in our bones, tissues, and organs to this day. We are propelled by the motions they spin and the weave they produce, and we are bered by their light.

The listening we do is done to create the fabric that is capable of sustaining more than just the present. The long reach of vast is included and makes its way through to us by way of breath. Not ours, the Mother’s breath that gives us Pulse and Beat and Note and Tone.

We are the music of the melody that is what the Mother Tongue sings, and the Note of C; Compassion, Collaboration, Corrugation, Community, and Company, are all sounds resonating the internal reach to Communicate.

The Lull of a Long Wait is the Time spent in the reach, and the reach is the availability of circumference to match center point and make way for the arrow of exact to hit its mark. 10

We are mark makers, we change the course of direction by our ability to listen in ways that take years of practice in a Time of Gravity. The spin of spiral creates the need to allow for the motion to drift on course, and therefore allow the necessary notes to be heard.

We are not afraid to wait, we are not afraid to be still, we are not afraid to listen, because in the listening the sound of Pulse is known to be within the bloodline of your own mycelial lineage, and is rooted deeply to the stars. 11

When we wish upon, we are talking to our heritage, we are on call to the source of sound, sounding its way into the core of the circumferic drive, that the Ger Shems itself upon and gravitates its way forward.

Beyond contraction and closure, the auguring time opens up Space and brings the ease of lift, so the senses can thread their way into the perseverance of Time. The depression is the weight of Star as it bends the fabric to move motion into spinning. 12

We are woven by the treadle of the needle of the Red Thread, as it pierces Space with Time. Our Papered Awareness becomes clearer and clearer as we become aware of our place within the Story.

The characters we become become us, and we are able then to move our way into the eld of para graph, line by line, which brings us to the fold of crease and the turn of page.

Letter by letter we are able to add up the numbers of times we are in the scene of our own scenes, and therefore able to follow the storyline and pick up the ne nuances of ow.

We simply must remember this part, before it is erased by reason and logic, we must maintain the thread, so that what needs to be told can be told, and the cost of lost copies is no longer a problem.

Your lost self is not lost, it is found, and you are the one who found it within the text of the letters of the numbers of the sounds, carried within the structure of color, light, and shape.

We are not reasoned into place, we are loved into being, and the numbers that don’t add up are the remainders of left-overs. We are the extraordinary, the creatives without a logical course of action, but an essential element so necessary, that life cannot occur without us, we matter, you matter. 15

The thread in our hand, in our blood, in our pocket, is the thread that is wound back into a ball and put in a box for safe keeping. Patience is perseverance and the thread knows where to nd itself.

The Red Thread unwinds itself within you, it unwinds itself around you, it unwinds itself in your garden, your home, your sewing. It needles you into place, it homes you into comfort, it stitches you into the folds of your jacket, your hatband, your favorite book.

We don’t have Time for not listening, we don’t have Time for undoing love, we don’t have time for releasing the gathered, the gathered is beyond reason, it is beyond Time and Space, and it is here to stand witness to Perseverance. 17

The Red Thread is the mark of make, and the mic of sound, that calls you into the region of the Heart of Gold, so that what you hear is near and dear, and lled to overowing with kindness and love.

The galaxy holds life Sacred, the solar system holds life Sacred, the universe holds life Sacred, and Gaia is the Participant and Witness, to the Sacred in everything you can imagine and beyond.

The Red Thread nds its way to your opened hand and your clinched st. Inside the Pulse, the Mother weaves her call to your listening, and the listening hears the hum of the Thread as it weaves you into a di erent story than you were taught.

Inside the deep terminal of desire we nd that there is a pattern that assists us in shifting spaces for what is needed. The spoken in the language of desire creates an extending distance so that desire can move from a heart mind expression to a full body.

When this happens, the components of desire in color, patterns, and tonalities all begin to click in a sequence that favors the life of need.

There is much now that requires this fully executed without any holding back. This has happened in individual requirements and has accelerated the rate speed of change into a phenomenally pleasing experience.

We are now in a time that is starting to require more of this to assist the body in its levitational speed rate. All is made inclusive. 20

When many new senses begin to realize a world that they can embody in, in a balanced way, there is an acceleration of realization. The full accompaniment of which we nd the Fey World very accelerated in being.

We follow through the formational guidance of their sight, and we begin to see there are more lights here than we ever found present. The folding sequences of intention to connect is creating a new frequency, and this frequency is what we now need. When the very nature of what we feel through starts becoming more mended and owing, we can begin to think in new ways that don’t harm the environment of the world we live in.

We are no longer pressed by the interfering threads of disconnected natures. The 1, 2, 3’s of our count have been mixed up with others that are not part of the number sequence.

These are called number insigni cance, and have not realized yet the maker of their formulations. We now go back to the familiar part of and sequenced in to create a new tonality that will hold us rm in other dimensional integrations.

We cannot at rst sequence all that is ready at the rate speed we need, but it will come, and it is already started, and we will nd things smoother than ever before.

And the charts of high and low stabilize. When we are connected in any realm, any dimension, any planet, any galaxy, any universe, we become one singular note inside of one singular note, inside of one singular note, and we will endeavor not to forget.

The pulsing force of all that is is simple, the pulsing force of all that was is complicated, the pulsing force of all that will be is woven, and the complex becomes simple.

When we narrow our way as the ne-toothed comb, we become self-reliant, the power of sovereignty, and we claim both sides of Time, as we rock ourselves gently into our future, even when we don’t understand.

We are an integrated life, we come out of the integration of what is dreamed for, and the mothers of our mothers and the mothers of their mothers had one dream, and they held it within themselves.

We are called now to hear our mothers. The razor-edge ight that life seems to become was not dreamed by the mothers, it was not dreamed by the fathers, it was not dreamed, so it’s lost, and has gotten tumbled up with the left-overs. 25

What is it to be left-over? It has no de nition like it thought, it is actually the beginning of something potent and rich.

It is matter tracing itself through. We are not left-overs from another life, we are a life beginning, we are a life that knows itself, we are a life of abundance, and our abundance is ready to make this one even better.

The Air space in life is a winged space where what oats in can oat out, and what oats out can oat in, never leaving, always becoming, and the becoming being what is before us.

Our lives are precious if we make them so, all life is precious as we see through the eye of Fey. To Fey everything has a voice, everything has potency of internal life, its just how much time do you want to give it.

In this you enter the smallest of small, and you are so spun around by its unyielding consciousness of life, and life becomes so much more, that you couldn’t even think of disintegrating from it. Disintegrating from it is only a limiting view, and that limiting view creates a small life.

When you see a spark in everything, your life becomes longer, wider, more imaginable, more crucial to what it is.

Do we want a thousand universes multiplying, because we have so much to miss, or do we want one that is so slow and integrated and beautiful, that it lasts forever, inside its own graces.

One day is only a moment, and the next day is only the next moment, because inside of every moment is the endless being of aware. 29

To be aware is to know everything inside a moment, and not waste Time on anything else. When the winters turn the season, and the season turns the clock, and the clock turns the eye of consciousness, we begin to know whether we want to be distracted or totally there.

Our threads are connected so deeply to our listening, and the listening is connected to the Mother Tongue of the lineage of ancient. The Fey carry the sight, as well as the insight to each and every thing. 30

We are caught on the thread of stitch, the thread of weave and woven, the thread of fairylines, and the ease that comes from that is enormous.

The fear of ease is what creates complexity and the need for both is a matter of diversity, density, and distance. The Note of F of the ear, is the sound of Found, Focus, Freedom, and Fragile. 31

We are fragile in our fear to hear, yet the Fey are so fragile that what they hear is the entire universe, and it builds the strength they are.

Listen to the Lull, wait for the sounds of listening to have enough time to bring the answer of Perseverance. Hold on to the Thread, feel the Pulse and know the life of living.

Closure: Opening all the doors and putting everything into place, we make this a side room we visit often, now that the Fey have come.

Publishers: Robert & Su.Sane, Clarity