2023 Feb 17 And The Ease Starts To Enter
By Clarity
2023 The Alchemical Reed Class
And The Ease Starts To Enter
Introduction:
A more fixed nature of what conspires is beginning to be suspected of being understood, so reach deep into your pocketed piece and read the inscription on its walls, and inside its ring of power.
And The Ease Starts To Enter
We open our eyes to our own open nature and ease of being and forever becoming, and we fold our past in with our present, along with our future. This stitches the lineage together in a felted weave of consciousness.
No longer blinded by misperceptions of limit, the eye opens further and can now see the distance up-close. Bringing the future to the present brings with it the openness to embrace the allowing nature of organic origami.
The multiple foldings crease, bend, and take on the shape of the platonic solids in an arrangement able to transmit information beyond present and create new. Nu, or the land coming, is forward and now present.
Nu, a fractal of Mu, now sets itself into place and the ease becomes apparent. Change becomes from new, and the ease of this is unfolding its shapes of consciousness, into a rhythmic pulse that will enliven and nurture.
Creating the next pose of configuration allows for the ease to permeate the environment and atmosphere with its fragrance of flow-urs (flowers). The ancient Ur of past/ present/future resides within the flow-Ur of Life and the unfolding of its petals.
The Garden Plan emits its scent and the sent is afforded a residence of natural beauty. Beauty brings ease to all who see it, and the remains of past drop into the present, allowing the timeline to unfold its orgamic nature for presentation.
Together, to gather, to connect, all forming a Nu line of ancient lineage, so that the room to breathe is expanded beyond the limit of not. Unknotted are the barriers, unknotted are the blockages, unknotted are the limitations to connection.
The alchemical bond is secured and the ease begins its own Cathedric Climb. Aspiring to reach beyond limit, alchemy undergoes, and in the under going, finds the root, the Mycelial network that is grounded and natural.
Making sure the connections are made secure, the room can expand its reach and the ease flows along the Red Thread of the Anceint Lineage of Fey. We are connected through our Conscious Well being in relationship with the Mother Essence of Scented Tapestry.
Threaded together, we gather the beauty around us and share its in Sight, so that others may perceive the hidden unhidden and made aware of the aliveness of all Reality. Remarkable are the stations of stars, as they proceed to emit their own light and share their Charted Way.
Easing into, and coming into, and becoming aware of, are all part of creating more room to breathe, as the formations of past enter present, and align with future, once freed from limitation.
Granted is the ease of movement, as the threads weave their pulse throughout the fabric of Time entering Space, and the Existial Mode resides inside the inside of the Inside.
Making the passage apparent, the Threadial Existial finds the needle moving in and out of the vortexial spiral, and this travel aligns the Self in its rotational speed rate.
Mounting the frame of existence inside the consciousness of embodiment, the threads form the synaptic pathways folded in an infinite diversity. Minded are the ways of the flesh and organic is the nature of thought carbonned in its molecuar makeup.
Bringing the rooted cause forward, the Garden Plan fractalizes and networks its Way into the Word of Sound, and penetrates the angular Need with the Color of Sound heard.
Vocal are the chords, and noted are the shapes they emit, transforming Space with the timed rhythm of thought made 3-dimensional. We are mapped in our demeanor, and ecstatic in our rendering the star location of Home.
Being granted room, our roots take shape and plant themselves deep. The Footed Path is the Way recognized, and set forward into the sight of desire and need, wanted by the Thread of our own Weave.
To be able to know and feel, to recognize, understand, and discern, are the marks of a Threaded Existence needled into position, and taken hold of consciousness opening each new fiber for use.
We use the available to communicate with, we use the already made to fashion with, we use the procured to advance our way, and all of these are the connecting fibers of story and story-telling.
Bend, Fold, and Crease, each making known its own pattern of existence, as we associate ourselves with each star, freed from past limitation. Navigated, we sight our eye through the lens, and we register the distance to Present.
Room expands its reach and we draw forward our footed step, so that the ring of registry completes its circumferic travel, and we conclude the information necessary to mark our spot with the dot of Golden Circle.
The alchemy of this reading is no proof of past or future, but it is the science of present. To explore expression, to create beauty, to tell the story as it unfolds, is to breathe life into an already animated planet, galaxy, universe, and solar system.
Adding breath to life, is to expand its expression and vocalize its componets of sound, color, and motion. We move with the pulse of a vibrational need, wanted for expressing the desire to Be.
Granted room to exist, we expand our capacity and organically flow the Ur age, so that we bloom our natural course and follow ourselves forward with the created action of being Real.
We visit ourselves as we speak, the sound travels through and across our bodies forming a network of vibrational resonances, carrying the thought into story and story into a telling.
Settling in now to the need of the time, and time relaxing into itself, I make room for the spell, the spell out, the spill, the spill out, the poetry of number, word, space, and place.
I am now membered more than one, I am more a galaxy of ones that I’ve ever been part of before. The walked in purpose of change now iniates a former square. We are more located than we realize.
We are more purposed than we act, we are more resolved than we wish to be, therefore the Need becomes more known, and the whole becomes more intended. When what was once found as fearful, becomes so ridiculous that it cannot even hold its pose, without laughing at the surface of itself, we then know that we are traveling in a nautilus of a world.
We are more scrambled by the rotation than we thought we would be, and its harder to hold our great brilliance steady. This in itself is ridiculous, and now we have met with the new fold.
A fold after fold of cascading willingness to be so ridiculous that we can’t stay asleep. We go back and root out our fairytaleness.
We put on our Red Hood and pretend we are the Wolf, but actually we are the little girl who has lost her way to grandma’s house.
The grandmother belongs to the Goddess of Ancient Wisdom, the one who knew that the first blood is the Starfire, and we are about ready to engage in its Mystery. The shedding of the flow, the shedding of the realities, the sponge of knowledge contenting us with more alligence to the Mother, than we thought we could ever become.
Valkyrie, threading the life flow to every part of their heroic vision. The coming forward of the many-mothered equation, we see that She is alive and well in every fairytale and myth, past, present, and future.
We are a Twice Told of what we become as children and then told as adults ridiculous. It is ridiculous to keep a red hooded coat on the hook, it is ridiculous to take a fox fur coat and climb up its sleeve.
It is ridiculous to feel the rumple of Rumplestilskin still shedding its own skin. There is a potent story of Wilderness that you just can’t quiet retrieve. The ridiculous hunts you down, and now you must put it on and say, Boo.
While attaching yourself each day to some thread of your beginnings, you go ancient and then you go even more ancient, and then you are the beginning what first said no.
You are the Yes, that finally said No. Every question has a match and every answer has another question. You are the maker of the beginning of what was said and wispered into the Thread. You are the geneologist that found the DNA hidden under the cloak of the Mother protector, for the Future Vision of what will someday say Yes, Yes, Yes.
The process of Need is a Fire, Need Fire, ancient, old Fire, laminated with repeat, old Fire that came out of the heat of Desire. Desire comes from the sire of the original position of sight.
The sight seen difference of with and without life, and live becoming and not, positioning and falling, power and surrender, sleep, rest, comfort, color resigned to blue.
The straight forward leverage that is now needed has intention, and a governing meridian of a central foundation. The permanent filled expression, creativity at the top of T, so the cross can be filled, like a Situla contented with the Enormous Eye.
The meridian quadrant all called forth to the corner, so the spin can become logical. The nervous system becoming a sovereignty, not a slave to content.
The colony of support is in every word you speak, whether its spelling, driving, cutting, clearing, allowing, or propagating. All knows your intent, and that is made clear, and that is even more powerful than sound, the arrow of intent on its way, not yet spoken.
All elements are often used in the language of correction, appointing the misappointed in the stirring up of what is hidden. A trap is laid for the disabling offender, and what looks like surrender rises to conquer, conquer the laid down, the flattened out, the breath taken, the potency disposed of, these are what the trap is laid for.
Speaking the low flow, to conduct what is higher and out of sight, to raise the tide and awaken what is springing forward. This is the work of late winter and the very earliest of spring.
Killing out what would not release its stranglehold, bindweed, the spell running through the seasons, tangling up the garden into ease. Metal boats, metalurging the alchemy of Desire, beauty, food, essence, balance.
Keeping the resources free of plunder, the worm of consciousness aeriating the ground cause of everything. The relationship of seed, root, growth, sun and moon, all alchemized in the Boat of Ra.
Ra, alchemy, not proceeded over by life that is not conscious. The alchemical need rising like an anhk inside the metalurgy, inside the Boat of Ra. The Ra alchemy of Desire, heating up the cauldron, to germinate the seed of future.
The full position of the staff buried to its knee, and the head flows down, to consecrate the seed with the need, so the content can expand its gift. Ridiculous, yes, ridiculous is the name of the game.
Ridiculous to chase out the fear, so the spell can be broken, and the bell can ring from the mountaintops and the recesses below. Feet in the clouds, head in the ground, ridiculous. What does the sky know that the ground hasn’t already dug up?
Who else could make it clear? Ridiculous seed brought here by a ridiculous reed, I think I must make sense?
Ridiculous. The more ridiculous I am, the better I become.
When we laugh, that is when the most knowledge can move with ease, so I laugh at myself, and I laugh at you, because you laugh at me, and we have begun the Torus of the Spiral of Need.
We become too smart to let the stupid in, but it is the stupid that will free us to expand. Expansive awareness, too stupid for the brilliant, but just right for the genuis, whose brillance is hidden under a basket, a weave that it was first laid in.
Therefore the Moses equation, ridiculous once again, safety made real, in the Boat in the Garden Plan, with the yellow rose cascading down out of the Boat of Ra, Ra alchemy, not pretended by a planetary secret.
We adjust our story to include the unincluding, therefore letting ourselves into our own story. Floating our story on a bed of reeds, a boat of reeds, the Papered Awareness lends its support, and we lens our eyes in the direction we are going.
Time settles into its rhythm, matched to the rhythm of Space expanding through the expression of creativity, and downloaded into the Twice Told for confirmation of Said. Say the identity, say I.D., said. All spoken.
Speaking the forward into a narrow bend, all comes through, like ready for a weave, cullinary and so spaghetti-like, all moved into an elegant resource for time.
All is now moving through the window of a Squared Perspective, that facilitates a timing, within an Exquisite Mode. The period between and the period after are not so different, because they are scored, reliable, and facilitatable.
This creates a resonance spin and a sovereign Vox, with a relationshipial mind, that can midwife through the heart. The spoken is given room and ease, as the expansion is made available and safe.
To forward sound into space, the Vox opens the Box, and the Box unfolds its contents, minded by the Exquisite Mode, which include the capacity to connect current to current, whether from past, present, or future.
The Connectial Thread, with its Red Content, fibers its way, to become more comfortable with the Red in our mouth, and the word in our sound, and Voxed in Spirit.
We are Ore Realized, with a big R, and we know what our wheelhouse is. Circumferic, rounding out the score, dovetailing the fibers, and tenting our way through a pyramidial balance. We are able to fathom the depth we have traveled.
The watery sky, filled with the reflection of stars, counts its way among the naviagated mapping, and sources itself at the center of every center, omni-present in every time, lineage after lineage, carried across and over to the Portal.
Opening ourselves to the threshold, we step our step and enter through the formations. A more destinational code in now required and activated. So Be It is the Word, and Visual is the noun, and ridiculous is the attitudial altitude.
The sky is the limit, the conversation is spoken more frequently, and we are made more willing to resolve the ridiculous. Unlimited in nature, marking the nickel, the made is made more current, and limitless in its metal.
Currency is minted, meant, and has meaning throughout the marketplace, as well as the intended note of E. To economy is to barter one for the other, one value against another until agreement is met with acceptance.
Closure: Forfeiting no gold or silver, or thread of copper, or metal inclusions, you are now a Master Alchemist of the Reed.
