The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Soft Places for the Heart to Grow & Stretch
Introduction:
Folding all the fins first, there will be a phenomenal feast and this feast will bend us all into a new squared perspective.
Soft Places for the Heart to Grow & Stretch
As we grow into summer each year, we carry with us our remembrance of previous summers. From the time we were little and barefoot and learning to walk, to now with our sometimes reluctance to take the time to shed our socks and shoes in order to feel the grass beneath our feet.
How grown up we have all become, those of us that are, and to those yet to be an adult, mind your heart and keep it soft, so you can continue to grow and stretch yourself.
The radial circumference of your Being becomes an arrow, shooting out from your center and aiming for the direction your nose is pointed in. Where is your knowing pointing you?
Gaining a fresh perspective requires time, patience, and a willingness to endure the unknown, the mystery, the yet to be discovered, all grand parts of the journey, and the rails of your own train of thought.
You are the little engine that could, and did, and will. As we gather summer around us, taking time to take time, we can give ourselves a break. Tea and summer cakes, watermelon and strawberries, iced coffee and buttered croissants.
As we part our ways from spring, we move into the orbit of summer’s fresh baked sun, its bright blue sky, its warm breezes, and the bloom within the garden. Flowers with their, now, long stalks, magically climbing out of their seed, and able to mix with their compatriots.
We are in the Fairytale of our life, new, young, teen, adult, old, and ancient, all reading into life the story being told from the gifts you can hear. If you are hearing a story you no longer care for, put the book down and pick up another thread.
The Red Thread wraps around your finger, so that you will not forget. “The Sea Sand Man is moving the ocean of time into your life, so you will be given the space you need to express all you are”, from our Ganesh’s Fugue Oracle.
Timely are the tales in our lives, as we move through each season and its gifts. “ I can re-dream myself”, is such a powerful statement that Su.Sane said this morning, and it connects deeply with giving time to yourself.
In a world filled with hurry, to slow down, to even stop, is no small matter. As you listen to your own internal rhythm and call it more to the surface of your day, the circumferic registry will become more evident to you.
Summer travel is not always by private or public transit, but can also be by way of the muse. It is amusing to comprehend the vast array of opportunities you have to go beyond the confines of feeling confined.
To muse is to give yourself time; time to read, time to remember, time to consider, time to dream, time to be present to yourself, and all you feel you’d like to become aware of.
The Garden of the Red Thread, a postage stamp of a space, is filled to overflowing with flowers musing their way through the summer, and they so generously share their colors with us.
Visit yourself this summer, make friends with what you want, need, and desire, and fill yourself up with the vision and possibilities of being surprised by what you are amused into creating.
Reaching into your bag of dreams, even if you have to reach as far back as childhood, do so, and you will never regret the time spent rummaging around. How summer allows time, is the same as winter, the weather has something special to do with it.
Coming up with time is quite and accomplishment, considering the fix the world is in, and it is in a fix, and we can fix it by fixing the fix we’re in. Muse it into place, grab your imagination and hug it tightly to you, give it the love it deserves.
No one ever created a vision, an answer, and something new, by refusing the imagination’s assistance. Allow yours to assist you, by doing so you help, not only yourself, but many many others.
Spoken is the word that morrows into the future, but the full equation is not completely reached, the surface of what is now needed, so the resolution to wait and look about to where you are, and to where you stand is essential, for the emergence of the feet you walk upon.
The canopy of collective emergence is now resonating over us all. We are ready for the small and so aware of its presence, that there is no fear that we will step on it, but we will step upon it as a platform, a foundation, that is still yet fragile, unexpected, and joyful.
It all crackles around our ears, and we think great mystical precision is being made in the currency of the whole world, and this is true, this is right, and this is heard, and the sight will prepare for a visual feast of emerging oneness.
The full perspective is gathered like moss cushioning our way so we can traverse the upper and under world, without fear. The question is what will we take with us, what will we leave in the doorway, and what will we take on through. These are in the upper rooms of our mansion of belonging.
This is a place of becoming part of, not separated from, not being overlooked but included. The swelling of the seed has cracked the shell, and the shell becomes a boat that floats all the new life, like a fairy boat to a new shore.
We are optimized and guided through, we connect with all the layers of enfolding passage, and we are wrapped in the conveyance of truth. There is a spoken that eases us through and generates our Reed, so we can hide in the rushes, like a cradled babe, Moses, a leader of a new world.
We are connected and threaded with what else can be thought of, we are ready. We fully print and re-print, dream and re-dream, so the potency of our movement is rich, edible, full of taste, regeneration, recalculation, rebirth.
We position our most favorite things to sit like a wreath on our head, and we count all the narrow as leaves. Narrow passage, narrow opening, narrow carriage, narrow thought, curving through the slivers of leaves making a wreath, that curves around our crown so we can evolve the numbers.
We are ancient legions, of ancient warriors, of ancient longings strapping on our swords of release. We release the counting, we release the finding, we release the longing, we release the spontaneous, we release the demanding soul of what cannot even imagine the here now.
Peering deeper through the water’s edge, peering deeper through the reeds, rising up like a lotus, conified for the crown.
We are sought by the smoldering round, we are sought by the ravaged forward, we are sought by the cleansing promise, we are sought by the sound of thunder.
We cronalize our wisdom, and don’t flinch at the sparks it makes. We smolder the thought, we boil the potential, we cook up a new plenty, and we give it to all.
When we are heard, we are fetched for the immediacy of need. We place the desire on the plate of plenty, and we crown the king of leaves, trees, ferns, herbs, flowers, and wreaths.
We carve up the flute, and cut in the holes, and cast out the sound, that needs to be heard through every hole, of every ear, like it’s being blown into song.
A smoking vessel you become, and the light within you smolders under the core of your heat. You are ready, you are Raven, you are Bear, you are Eagle, you are crocodile, you are whale, you are dolphin, you are shark, you are seagull, you are panther, you are tiger, you are emerging weather.
You are chronicalized time, you are snake, you are Egypt, you are sand, you are Ether, you are Bronze, you are Tin, you are Copper, you are Sterling, you are Gold, you are rain, you are clouds, you are thunder, you are the ocean, you are the land, you are the fire in the volcano, you are the air of a hurricane, you are the calm of a sea breeze, yes, you are, and you are, and you are. And that is the All.
Be willing to crease and fold, to cut and thread, to open and close, to hear and see, to become component of everything, then you always exist as existing, then you are Existial.
Creating a composing character of willingness, that sorts and threads, slides through the needle, and tends to the mending of the need.
You are soft, you are ancient, you are mended, you are threaded and worn, and characterized into a memory, that you can love and need.
To desire, to stretch out across, to reach in and smell, to taste and want, to salivate and hunger, to stretch out, and become an abode, that the heart can reside within in.
This is you, this is me, and we long together, to reside within the carriage of a full heart, not negotiated by judgment. Time favors us and we find its meaning when we allow it in.
Inside the Garden of the Red Thread, there is an acquaintance of ancient demeanor, one that reaches into your heart from its vibrational tones, one that requests your presence with the flowers.
The Fey greet you when you hear them, or the idea of them, or the reality of them, or the thought of them, or the presence of them, they are willing to enter as soon as you are ready.
Vibration is not just a word, it carries numbers, and its letters are always fairied to your thoughts through the magnetic, gravitational, rotational, circumference of sound creating space and time.
Our Healing Light Imprintsial Patterns have undergone a metamorphosis through the angelic presence of thought to word to deed, and as ancient as their origin, the current is always current to the need, want, and desire of what is called for.
Your garden, big or small, answered your call for color and beauty, for nature and presence, for a connecting factor from you to Gaia.
Gardens are soft places for the heart to grow and stretch, oasis's that plant you as much as you plant them. Rooted into our desire for color, shape, line, and fragrance, they combine themselves, related and unrelated, into a community of understanding and support.
We make ourselves happy, relaxed, and meditative in our gardens, whether we’re standing inside one, or looking at a potted plant and its purpose in our life. The lore of plants is vast and ancient, yet so available to you in this time.
Keeping steady the story of your story, you claim and reclaim, your roots, deep within Gaia, deep with the mycelial network, and you become more and more aware of your connectedness to everything that brings you joy, support, and happiness.
The childhood fairytale of the lost boy and the lost girl finding their way back again, is where you come out of the brambles and thorns, and onto the shore of your arrival.
Counting the days, hours, minutes, weeks, and years, gets you around the clock, but how do you get around in your life? The Garden is the thread that weaves you into your longings, your dreams, and your Existial Presence.
The sacred unfoldings of spirit are more resolute, yet bending into, rather than out of. As the world and existence becomes more of all that it is, the reversal will be less appealing, and claim less dominion over potentiality.
The spinial nature is more part of the curve than the straight line, yet both exist within the same distance, always acquainting us more with the totality of intent.
We are called and even motioned into more angelic strength than we are aware of. The angelic strength comes out of us as we reach into our future. We are creating the totality of who we will become.
The angelic nature is our future self, looking back into our potency. We are all that we dream to be and we become more than we ever dreamed we will be. We are the seed of the potency of the future, and the future is looking back into us, as the potency of what we will become, and already are.
All time is one time becoming itself, so we need to skip over our inadequacies, because these are lies trying to deny us our identity. Tick tock, skip over the clock and remember time is in everything.
As time rocks us in its cradle of tick and tock, we realize the child and adult that we are, needs and relies on the story within the fairytale we are living in. As we write our way home, we come into the tale end of the telling, only to become aware that there are endless stories yet to come.
How fortunate we are to be awake to all of this mysterious living that we are doing. Hurry you are late for your appointment to the rest of everything. The rabbit is running ahead and the hole is waiting, there is a big grin of a Cat there welcoming you.
Closure: All is neatly folded and packed and your suitcase is expandable, and your purse is miniaturized for much is going to be free, and you will ingest your future with more ease.
