By Clarity
2023 The Alchemical Reed Class
Everyday Life Becoming Potent
Introduction: Speaking more words than we can ever express, we begin to learn that the everyday life is a miracle. Everyday Life Becoming Potent
To be ridiculous, and therefore fend off the ridiculous, is a potent position to be in, to use, to make for yourself a way out of fear, out of what hunts the creative spirit.
Patterning your day from your successes is easy when you can easily see your successes, but when they elude you, like phantoms ducking into to the shadows, then you must dive into the shadows and pull them back out.
The patterns, from the Mycelial Healing Light Imprintsial Patterns, do that. Their forte is to make you feel Safe and Real. Safety Made Real is not a phrase, it is a Being, a living persona, and now that you know that, a confidant, a companion, a reason to be engaging their support.
Why in the world would you enlist something so apparent, so readily available, so present at your fingertips. Digital awareness is coming of age in all directions, good, bad, and indifferent.
At your fingertips is a powerful position in Alchemy, the lab Oratory is a singular best, a Golden Moment, when what is confusing, troubling, overwhelming, perplexing, can be addressed through a series of questions; What is Found? What is Unfolding? What is to be Trusted? What is the Tool ? And What is the Gift?
The Council of Five, five for change, for insight, and for the ease of Listening. Ridiculous, we know, but in order to advance beyond the ridiculous, use the ridiculous. As a corner, build a ladder, dig a hole, paint a square.
The mathematical probability of being assisted, helped, supported, are definitely in the Numbers. We are made up of Numbers, 0’s and 1’s, and 3’s, as well, though that is often forgotten.
We are also made up of letters, shaped by lines, stitched together to form matching images. Fascinatingly true, also not thought much about. The Mystery surrounds us on all levels, and depending on perspective can be friend or foe.
If you are reading this book, you are either a seeker or a creative, most probably both. If not, then you still are in the right place left to chance. Right and left are neither far or close behind one another.
In order to thread ourselves into the day, and be the creatives we are, we find the Red Thread, the Pulse, the Way Shower, and we find that adding up the numbers and letters of our life, creates a path forward.
Right now I left the chance to do nothing and am following a thread that is leading me forward, alchemically speaking, this is gathering the elements of your personage and combining yesterday’s leftovers with tomorrow’s feast.
The Voice seems to rise up out of the bubbling mix, held in the cauldron of your throat, and pops open once up on the surface. The journey from inside something, to the outer rim of your environment, your atmospheric pressure balances and you are able to pursue sound.
Sound that lives inside you, sound that always finds its way out , sound that is given as a gift by the Mother Exquisite.
The Mother Creatress, birthing life into everything that is, and is coming into Being. Codial Awareness comes into the Fold and creases the surface of sound, so that the emission of tone, registers its note of E. Entry, evolvement, energy, electricity, engineering, and economy.
Our Papered Awareness is threaded through the creases of everyday life, and the volume of sound needed to produce a day is immense. Noted are the tones and placed are their meanings, giving rise to the ability to note and recall what is said, meant, and allowed.
We are hunted for the impulse of our gift, we are hunted for the expression of our gift, we are hunted for the results of our gift. To be hunted is to not resist the calling. The calling instead of the culling.
Found throughout all time and space, the creative adjusts Reality from a little r to a big R to a little r, at will. This is both valuable and dangerous at the same time. If you are seeking, you are in danger of finding. And if you are finding, then you are more valuable than you realize.
Find your foot and put it on the path in front of you, take the next step logical or illogical, it matters not, and advance toward your Real nature. You will find your on Mycelial connection rooted deep in your past, flowing through your present, and connecting your future to now.
Facing into the ease, the difficult must let go, and the formation of Nu intercedes on your behalf. The very fact of your being here, is noted and registered, so that the numbers can calculate the forwarded readiness of ease into.
Lacking no quarter, the round of circumference, orbits its path in the making, and allows the radius to intersect both line and point. Dot to curve measures the distance and the distance folds the circle, arcing its presence with a lighted way.
Folding distance, corrugating story, the sounds emit a frequency that allows for the registry to complete its task, and follow its own trajectory. We are bound to find the planet, galaxy, universe, and solar system we are in, and therefore the one we originate from.
The Mycelial Healing Light Imprintsial Patterns arrived from beyond what we knew, even what we were aware of, at its smallest of inklings. Yet, here they are, emissaries of great distance and willing to be up close.
To introduce yourself to them, connect to the one that most makes you feel at Home. From there the rest will unfold as easily as your asking. To ask is to listen, and to listen is to hear.
Gathering up the necessary lines, the folding begins to take shape and the Red Thread finds its way through the corrugation, and needles its presence into Place.
Speaking forward the very tooth and nail of what combs our life into power and self-reliance. We count the count of need and remember all the tools we’re given to employ through clarity.
We spark the spoken and we narrow the bridge, so that the narrow of weight will lift the gate. The speaking force of language acknowledges us as part and we learn each day that we have permission to speak the Vox, cleared through the puzzle, and pass the test of open.
We content ourselves as nature’s source and we feel comfortable with aligning ourselves with the composing course of Compassion.
We hope the need matches the longing and the longing matches the need. We accommodate ourselves more differently, as we scramble for the letters that will accommodate the right word.
We long for closure and we long for opening. We long for retrieval, and we long for completion. The longings grow like the dreadlocks of Rapunzel, so we can climb down out of the Vox of the tower, so we can speak our way through this world.
Speaking through the everyday life of permission, allowing all sculptured pieces of the letter to lock into place. We negotiate our way through a mental composium of language, that needs permission before it exits the Vox.
There is a relationship between external and internal words, but you must attend to this if you want the freedom to speak, which cages many words that are spoken out of turn.
The negotiated matter is run through a sieve and it filters out most wisdom and allows through much nonsense. We are equational in our volume of how we nurture our memories and how we suppress our words.
Some words are so outrageous that they are pure nonsense, they do not economize your wisdom and do not know the distance between here and there.
These nonsensical mishaps try to be the new sound, but they have never been, and have no ancient qualities, threads, or memories. When the asking begins to happen they become frayed, thin, and broken. We need stronger threads of Vox that remembers our ancient wands of strength.
Completing the force of will, the naked structures of everyday life begin to fill in, and the safety of the body that is needed settles around it. The folded patterns of acceptance open up the vision, so that the most circumferic perspectives can be seen and understood.
Moving over the consequential reference all begins to surface more easily. The profound space, of coming through the motion of what living needs, is felt resonant in this time.
The necessary sequences are accepted and horizontal focus is made clear. The most pronounced lineage is made, perceived, and the volumizing focus moves through the time.
The Squared Perspective of each voluntary fold is made more clear. We are now, as a galactic sequence more able to see what it is, what existence is about. When the curve begins to ride its own line, we can feel the surface smooth out into a new resonance.
The body requires a new level of ease, and this curve will create it. All momentual volume is secured in a safe equilibrium that finds itself more willing. When all the references re-secure themselves, the momentum can return.
Until then there is a slowing down of process, so that the initiatory state can be recorded and set into place. The character of need becomes more responsive to the feeling, and the acceptance secures more safety.
Safety is felt real and pronounces its name as Grace. There is a coupled knowing that fulfills the emotional volume that is required to reweave the entire system. There is a directional weave that rewrites the decisional volume.
Personality alone moves through this system grid, and the feeling of emotional sequential equilibrium begins to surface and calm the entire system. When the trinary code enters its next equational volume need, the responsial mode is balanced.
All the courses of the everyday life are more understood and the connection to the entire web is balanced. The beginning is the beginning, and that is key to know, so that there will be allowed Grace, Compassion, and Circumference.
Perspective is a generated flow that travels through the linear curve of expression, in this all counts are measured and the flow becomes constant, with no radial deterioration.
Perspective is cast aside for the peripheral view, and the Fey of Potent comes into view. The volume of trust for the allowing nature, to deposit its light into the bank of doubt, seeks more volumes than can be made.
Light seeks, both fold and crease accepts without reservation, and light opens the door of Compassion. These steps grant access to the visional imaginal realm, where what is asked is granted room and purpose.
Potent, the everyday always is, and the ridiculous overrides both nonsense and fear. Keeping the curve always to the right, the left is balanced for its ability to forge ahead.
Ridiculous as that may sound, the left and right are as right about left as there are stars in the sky. Counted and measured are not the rules to go by, but rather the goals to rule by.
Known and used by the many atop, and unknown by the many below, the balance is now forwarded into the center, for a radial turn of events. The power of change is given its time and place.
Fear moves out of center and is lifted out of reference, by the many who are reasonable, by way of the sought seekers of creative imaginings. To imagine that anyone could possibly encounter a curve, a circle, and a radius, dotted in the center with such beauty, that it would change their lives and trajectory through time and space.
Potent, when the fear is contained, assimilated, and dissolved. Potential then grows, and grew, and to this day the everyday is immensely ridiculous and profoundly beyond the unimaginable.
Capable of anything, the numbers and letters amount a story that includes all the right character and no one is left out. The right and left are entered into through the center and the ridiculous is threaded through the story of telling, until the end is concluded.
Worded through the tongue of the Vox, the story becomes more and more beyond outrageous, and the belief is suspended in animation, for the words to work their magic and allow the brain a view of motion.
We are moving at 100,000 thousand miles an hour through space, yet we think we know most of the story, yet there are so many more elements to the alchemical makeup, that to guess what the true recipe is only a fool would do.
Foolishness is the key to entry beyond any threshold, and in order to line up a single letter to the next, is quite impossible. Only someone with vision can see such a thing happen, only a seeker could find an alphabet that works.
Monitoring no corridor, the passages are clear of fear, and the accountment is accrued its value. The coin at the base of the jar is the door that opens its subtle, and lets in the light as an unfoldment.
Everyday becomes Potent with an endless array of gifts; both letter and number, solid and etheric, gathered and lost, time and space, each with its own threaded position, needled into place and therefore centered in Home.
Bringing the woven into the fold, the Red Thread marks its way forward through the rush of planted, and the Water of Situla. We are the embodiment of Water mobilized to bring the emotion of storied existence into a Place of Real.
Real is a Place and Real is a story, and Real are the feelings of what is known as Truth Told Twice. Each instance of moment allows the bent to unfold ,and the origami to plane out its existence into a page of lettered content.
We are Papered into the reach of Water overflowing its banks and washing away the mud of the Lotus roots. We come to the surface of what we have dived for, and in our hands are the salted fish of our ancient ways.
Netted are the NetRU, and the alchemy of Egyptian lineage pours through the sands of Time, through your fingers are the letters as you write, and what is left is the ink on paper or light on digital.
Everyday is as far away as you can imagine ,and as close as you need it to be. It would be ridiculously absurd for the everyday to be yesterday’s phantom and tomorrow’s fear, instead the everyday is as common as fools gold and just as valuable.
Hunting what hunts us just got easier. With fear dissolving out, there is only the salt of the earth left to step forward. The planet, galaxy, universe, and solar system can now relax its tight grip and breathe oxygen back into the system.
With the vacuum leaving, more life enters and the Nu arrives without fear, without restraint, without the lack of Need, Desire, and Want. The Codial Three are present and accounted for.
Closure:
Fully expressing the detail of desire, and the fundamentalness of need, we begin to believe that there is not a moment to be missed.
