All the Pieces of Our World Have Rhythms

2023 Feb 3 All the Pieces of Our World Have Rhythms

By Clarity

2023 Feb 3 The Alchemical Reed Class

All the Pieces of Our World Introduction

Treed by our awareness, fished by our Soul, corrugated by our Winged Life, we manage to call ourselves into such a brightness that is now held as Real.

All the Pieces of Our World

We are pieces and we are whole. We are pieces of a wholeness that threads its way through our fibers, and we are connected. Each thread is needled into place, and we locate ourselves through the smell and pulse of the Red Thread.

Location in Time and Space, location in Place, location of Home, all are moved into motion when the announcement sounds itself into being Present. The Present presents itself to you each day, and in every breath.

Yielding to the ease of breath, the body embodies the rhythm needed and pulses itself into lit fiber. We are the threadial weave nurtured into existence through the sound of sight showing itself as Real.

The microbial makeup of this fibered existence is mycelial in Intent, and rooted throughout all planets, galaxies, universes, and solar systems. As we come to our own sight, we realize the depth of gift.

Sighted through diversity, differences, we fiber our longing toward the desired need fulfilled, and the degree of threaded fiber beaded into expression. Each needled expression opens the way forward and the platonic solids form into place.

As we are pulsed in rhythmic alliances with our own notial expression, we find the expressionary flow needed to share the found. Each phase of the unfolding is registered as exact, and the connections are made.

To see the ease, is to see the rhythm, to feel the rhythm is to be inside the pulse and the reeded sound of Pitch. We are Pitched into the sound of the Mother Tongue and She allows freedom its expressionary fold.

Moved into the fold, we press our way forward, with the ease of follow. Follow the pattern, lighted by the brilliance of sound made present and available, in an harmonical flow of octave.

Easing the threads of their weave, we penetrate the circumference with its own radius, and circumnavigate the entire quadrant to bring a mapped resonance forward, and into the regional space of Time.

Placing the sound pattern into color, we map our way forward through patterns collected through travel, asking, and being available to the rhythm of resonance heard beyond limitation.

Forward is our making, marked is our tone, and heard is our expression. We are the sound heard pattern of light, emitting a chorus that links planet to planet, galaxy to galaxy, universe to universe, and solar system to solar system.

These connections are essential in the making of rhythmic harmonies, that penetrate through all matter and every matrix, unlocking potential to its highest note of expression.

Coming forward are the notes of completion and the allowance of their patterns existing in a field of doubt, as doubt is dissolved and preparation is begun. Prepared are the notes of writing, the notes that words forward into clay.

The vessels, the situlas, are filled to overflowing with their harmonical expression of light, light penetrating each corner and creating acceleration forward to embodiment.

Embody your own sound, become throaty with its expression, say the words of Compassion and allow the fit of cloth to cover you with its Grace. Grace always finds its way to you, when you are covered in listening.

Each way forward is a way of asking, a way of listening, a way of becoming. We are unfolding the nuances of ourselves aligned with the cosmic notes of E. E; each, every, evolved, emit, engage, embody, endlessness.

Timed to perfection, we are aligned with the cosmic perfection of time, timing, and timed. This notation brings alignment into view and what we see, we see differently.

Words letter themselves in rowic numbers, that advance through a series of foldments, each paging itself and voluming their resonance to a pitch of ascertain. To find out is to find in, and to be inside and outside of the Box is to find your Voice ready and able.

Folding out and folding in, a breathing rhythm, a rhythmic pattern that allows room, room opening space further and time extends itself in all directions. The omnidirectional attends to the locality and marks its place with decision.

We are decided, we are open, we are advancing forward in the direction of our questions, and our answers are answering through the foot of our path, and the vibration of our Soul.

To include the regency, is to be generous and gracious. Compassion rules the day and night, and the folds in between. We are creased and made resilient, and our Papered Awareness is storied into a building foundation.

The time of now presents itself and we accept the gift of its unlimited nature. Natural, mycelial, rooted in Compassion, we make our way forward and advance through the Causal Plane, the Auric Field, and into the Etheric Causeway of travel.

Becoming becomes, and folding folds itself in a relief of pattern, colored for ease of registry and open for acceptance. To accept the unseen, is to accept possibility, probability, impossibility, improbability, and find yourself seeing differently.

To see differently is to allow the planetary, galactic, universal, and solar system registries to be made beyond current knowledge, and allow yourself to pursue the harmonical flow of nature.

Mycelial in nature, rooted in natural, connected to sound registries, and pitched into the rhythmic harmonics of Gaia, we proceed with our right foot forward. To stand with nature and its natural rhythm of Compassion and Love, is to be in total alignment with the interior sound of harmony.

Eased into position, the emissaries proclaim alignment and their Cat Eyes roll the Roll Exquisite. We make our way into the field of MFKZT and alchemically change our position, so that we are able to stretch the fabric of our nature to fit our new selves.

We measure the distance and sight the curve, so that we are able to square our perspective and bring comfort to our travel. Long has it been, and longer still is the going, but the arriving is now, and the Present is here.

Open handed, open-hearted, open eyed, we are aware that what is different, is us. What is here has been here all along, what has left has long been gone, and the echo diminishes daily. No longer present, the recall fades and the new renews the field of MFKZT.

As we circumnavigate the round, the Twice Told comes into view, and the different shows us diversity. We no longer are who we once were, we renew constantly, and ease the feeling into the knowing.

Felt into fiber, we thread our way through each needle, and sew our way through the bindings of many many books, ledgers of stories, telling the tale of our passage.

Passing through and over, as well as under, is the Rabbit Hole of existial discovery, and the curiosity of Time layering space with place and position. Positioned for story and layered out for assimilation.

Tea Time is meant for more than refreshment, as well you should know, and the story goes this way, and it goes that way, as well as inside out. This is the nature of things, and the nature of what is meant by tea.

Inside of sovereignty is an entire world of gifted Compassion, and in that world Tea Time Reigns, with its notes of Reed, and its fibers of paper, written full of stories that tell of ancient plans to map the entirety of All.

The Awl of All needles its way into the fibers of listening, and we make it up and we make it down, each direction pointing its way around the circle, squared into existence and made timed by the rhythmic tic tock of clock.

Time measures space and space holds time within in embrace, the two place their position within three and three sounds the wave of particle, the salt of a squared existence and the flavor of exact.

We know our time as now, and we know our place as here, and we know our sound by the Voice in our throats, and the Source gives us this recollection as a gift from the Mother, Source Beyond Source.

The quality of force that is now needed from the interior mode, is corrugated more than ever. The folding forces of need can now acquire more responsive energy flow, to correct the unnatured disturbances of nature.

We are caused and Causal, we are Real and Made up, we are storied and we are natural, all this is to say, we are threaded through by the Mycelial Rooted Cause of Existence.

The Feylines reach us as the Emissaries they are, and we bring ourselves to them, by way of pattern that portals the fabric of time into a weave of such delight that the light opens all doors.

Readied by the very nature of Light, we open the door of ourselves, and the stories that were kept are freed, and their light orbits us, as our own constellations. We are charted for the ease of gift and the lightness of acceptance.

Many are afraid to receive, many are afraid to accept, many are not ready for the ease of story, fearing their own nature might cause them distress. Motion opens ease and this is the key to unfoldment.

As the accountment awaited expression of feeling, it is now more incorporated to the sense, and is more organic, not so eventful. What was eventful is becoming more organically placed, as part of.

Creating this harmony in our own life, creates this potential in the whole world. When the events of each day become less eventful, there is a break in the press, and a lessening of the weight and increase of the part of.

We are now combed into the fibers of our very own being. We have more power to thread the weave more quickly and more unnoticed, so it is seen as part of. The feeling of part of is when we can realize everything as connected, not distorted by reach.

No longer fabled by distance in time, or separated by memory, time being more at one with each position of ourself, we connect and we thread, we do not thread and then connect. To thread and then connect creates a disturbance in the yield, and the entry is disruptial.

Remembering all things touch, and mark the connection for the solitary mode of memory, and this mode of memory reaches through the perspective, and circumnavigates the thread.

The memory fold, that navigates our witness, becomes a keen sort of our perspective. We are spoken for the word, and the speaking corrugates our navigational voice, as we narrow the causeway and create a Portal that folds Time.

We narrow the square and create a surface perspective that will source our needs and create motionary momentum. The folded perspective is always expanding allowing us to take in a keener sense of who we are.

When we know who we are we know what to do, and when we know what to do we cannot be distracted, distorted, or delayed. In the momentum of every day life, there is a nurtured presence holding us, as we reach from one square to the next.

Squared is our perspective as we lean forward into the next phase of the Tea Party. Served are the plates, filled to over-flowing and what is suggestible begins to be understood. The exploratory volume that now conceives our world, is becoming more sensed and less allegorical.

The needed perspective for now is acceptance, and being attended to. The wilderness within the Self is more attuned to these times, and will start navigating more strongly, so that we can perspectively understand the scent.

The perfect coalition of the instinctive wilderness Self is now able to survive in an outstanding manner, that has become more natural, less contrived. The folding manner of change is more understood in a winged life in air and a fish life in water. The gills and the wings are similar conveyors of Air.

When the perspective is more rooted then all the elements can work in an alchemical balance and the metals assure tone. We are navigated now like whales through tone.

We enter the Mystery inside of black, and we travel with no light. What conveys to us is more through sound than sight, and we can hunt in a deeper nature than ever before.

The feeling of motionary volume is more sensed now, and we need the speed from our instinctual nature that we have prepared to be. The full total concordance is more animaled and rooted in the Mycelial World.

We watch and are watched, and that’s the place where the instinctual grows. We make little sound and we posture ourselves more hidden between the layers of above and below.

We are night owls, night hawks, all life that is part of the ancient black nautical world. We potentize our feet by the felt of the ground, its moisture and its depth of soil. As a night creature we remember what panther knows.

As a night creature we remember what owl knows, as a night creature we remember what bats knows and the signals that he follows. We are collated by the deep pitch and our palette is more tasted than seen.

We begin to taste our life, smell our surroundings and feelings, hear the quiet before it approaches. We are no longer part of the world above because it is the world below that is rising, the ancient treasure of the Mayans, the ancient treasure of the Egyptians, the ancient treasure of the Antarctic, polar in memory, but only acquired, not origined.

We feel the felt step, we pollenate the reed, we build the geomatric hive, we bring the abundance to this world that was denied. We are the safe-keepers. We are the vitality bringers, and the conceptual hivers that mend the reed, progress the seed, and navigate the harmony of a communal world, solitary and sovereign.

Closure: Calling in the forces of old, calling in the forces of new, we now call in forces of original. Spring forward the faces of the Reed.