Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Confronted By Oddness
Introduction:
Folding the space around you, you must find what planet you are actually on, and adjust yourself and acclimate yourself to the elements that keep you alive on this planet. If it’s more water than air, swim, if its more air than fire, fly, if it is more fire than earth, burn higher, if it’s more Earth than metal then dig down to the ore, be the compass of your elemental self and stand firm on the Gaia you stand on. This is your oddness.
2023 June 23 Issue
Confronted By Oddness
Entering through the doors; The Gorgon Door, The Door of Sacred Victory, Rapunzel’s Door, Isadora Duncan’s Door. These all came to the Garden of the Red Thread today.
How odd.
How odd.
How odd.
How odd.
We count ourselves as lucky to have such a visitation, one that brings the circumnavigation of years of travel into complete focus. Our compass is correct, true, and of pure intent.
Encountering Portal Doors of Consciousness, does not happen every day, as you all know, and to know that puts you in the company of so many people. Are we the odd ones out?
What numbers come into view, when you hear such a thing has happened, such a thing is possible, can you even believe such a thing is even possible. Of course it is, but how many people tell you that?
When a door opens step through. It is just a matter of course, in a Red Thread Garden. Odd as it is, when a door appears, stepping through is absolutely the thing you do.
When the Gorgon is attached to the White Rose Cottage, you know fear is on its way out. Face into the fearful face of the Gorgon, and you face into the ancient stories, to elicit the emotion needed, to water the Mer Foundation, and set you path in the direction of an ocean of feelings.
Gorgonic hunger surprises you with its volume of need, its desire, its want, that matches your hidden nature of natural. A frightful face greets you with its very oddness, a smile of knowing.
At 90 degrees to the Gorgon Door is the Door of Sacred Victory with her Flight Ways of Becoming. To become odd, in the very oddest of ways, is a way to Be, especially when odd is what is called for.
In order to create the new for Nu, it takes the oddest of forms to place its region within a space so small, that an entire universe could parcel itself into view. Such is a postage stamp, that is delivered by special delivery.
Color resonates within the Garden at such a rate, that the flowers are present to assist in the transfer of color registry, and therefore the entry level to Portal work. Oddity follows odd, the primary ingredient for new.
Why do you think plants are above and below, when we look so above? So few realize their rooted existence, their groundedness that runs deep enough to listen, is deep enough to run the course that is an omnidirectional compass.
We are adjusted to all the levels of this new space, this space with Doors coming forward from our creative past, Door informing us the time is ripe for harvest.
It is early summer at this writing, the second day of it actually, and we are so honored that these Doors have presented themselves in order for us to pass through, with flowers as our companions.
The Door of Rapunzel has us climbing down out of the observational view, and moving easily into the next phase of our gardening plan. Our Comb of Self-Reliance has woven the threads of our hair into such fine bird’s nest.
The circumferic measure of time has created a roundness to the journey we are all on, and the radius to our center is direct in its dial around the face of the clock. Ticking off one thing after another, the ease seems to be the last.
Firstly comes in waves of monumental smallness and the ease flows like water, secondly comes shortly after in the tallest of ways, and what Alice saw is nothing compared to the oddness of color infused with geometric equations.
No matter where you are, or what you do, nothing beats deep listening. There is a purity that defies definition, and a direction that is so much more direct than directions.
We are enabled to listen to what is felt, and that language is far greater than the weather ever could be. We are lucky to have had a inner guidance hum us forward, sing us through, and speak to us in the language of Gaia.
No sooner do you accept your acceptance than the ease runs with the difficult, until the difficult runs out of steam, and you plant its remains in the compost bin.
Oddness follows you like a favorite pet, a favorite totem, a favorite thought. To confront your own oddness is a act of courage and a tip of the hat to a culture that’s gone under the top.
Each flower is odd as can be to the other flowers; different color, different shape, different fragrance, different language, yet the bee finds nothing wrong with any of them.
Each of us is odd as can be to others; different color, different shape, different scent, different language, yet the Be within us finds nothing wrong with any of that.
Words write their letters through numbers, numbers write their equations with words, letters alphabetize, number count for no reason, and as odd as it sounds sound is heard inside your head, whether you speak it out loud or not.
Yes, odd is what I have become, maybe you too. I have fought it so hard, since birth, but it just keeps popping out everywhere, and exposing me to the strangeness of life, and convincing me that it is not odd enough.
I am too odd for the famous, and I’m too odd for the unknown. I’m not odd enough to be noticed, but noticed more than sometimes I would like.
You just can’t get it right when you’re odd. Your smile too little or too big, you’re short or you’re too tall, you play too much or you don’t play enough, you create so much that you make the culture bored.
You’re too colorful and you need more black and white, but your black and white has too much color, so you must be bold. Yes, the odd man out is not near as hard as the odd woman out. You’re too weird, or not weird enough.
You do not know how to move traffic while standing on the sidewalk. You do not know how to work magic in a way that descends. You’re sticking out of the corners and flapping out of the drawers.
I used to try to do it just right. I made all the drawers of the chest in my room perfectly even before I went to bed, so that all the people I loved wouldn’t fall out of their lives.
It was a great feat for a little girl of five or six, and impossible for little girl of ten, and drastically over the top then on. Those drawers would not stay straight, and then it was noticed that I was odd.
I was too odd to play the music right, and then even odder when it had emotion. I got the blue ribbon, because I was out, out of sync. A musical with more emotion than the correct notes.
There was all kinds of new things, that were out of order, that started jumping out of the drawers for me, so I turned to flowers, they knew my ways.
They helped me plant a full row that added up to drawers that flowers grew out of. Yes, if we try too hard to be in sync our drawers will start popping out of their order, and start folding and bending, and corrugating and connecting our life beyond the orderly regularly chest of drawers.
So the drastic stage of out of order sounds like a phone booth, with no connection except to your source, and someone thinks you might be talking to yourself, and actually that may be true, but that in itself is not considered reliable information.
So you’re in a phone booth wearing a costume of yourself and forgetting who you rang up, but find you’re more connected than ever before, so dial up for vision, dial up for creativity, dial up for the mystery, dial up for connection, and the Mother will answer.
And she will never put your phone down. They can’t explain it all away, because they have no connection, they have no idea of a Mother that does not scold, correct, or hang up on you in the dark.
So give her your number, you already have hers, so now you too are odd. The odd one out, the connected one in, the folded manner of a good napkin, on an elegant table, set with tea and waiting for the cake to arrive.
It will be an elegant cake, with many layers of memories, that find the sweetness you are, instead of the bitterness of how odd you have become.
So ring the bell, pull the string, you have arrived and you can get off the train, and find you are at the Door of the Garden of the Red Thread. Open the Door, and enter into your own deep longing, and your Voice of Recognition.
Unfolding before you are the stories of ancient memories, from a time of great Water, of floating memories that rock you in the Cradle of Intention. And as you roll ashore, you come to understand the meaning of the Red Thread and the Pulse of your living.
Marked by your footed way, you advance towards the sound of a Mothered Presence, one that guides you beyond your limitations and into your own face, the face that easily accepts the unfolding nature of natural.
It is natural to have a garden filled to over-flowing with stories, watered by the flowers tongues telling tales, both ancient and near. Why do you like the Hollyhock’s climb, or the Roses sweet guarded nature?
What brings you to want Geraniums, with their oh so scented nature, or the strong sticky smell of Rosemary, as you run her slender leaves through your fingers? What bread are you ready to bake, or roast needing her taste upon your tongue?
Door after Door arrives to your consciousness, and you open so many memories of past gardens, this and previous lifetimes. You marvel at the remembrance that Rosemary assists you in establishing.
The Gorgon Door smiles its inviting frightening face at you, and you decide if you want to go any further. Meditate on your want, need, and desire to proceed, the Garden Plan is present to those available to a registered recognition.
The formulation of code and difference creates a frequency that allows a firm decision to become more flexible, so that an even firmer decision can slide into place, and the potentiality can multiply.
The potentiality of a real dream has much unknown, because that is what a dream is about. It is about the vision of something bigger, more potent, and willing to see your needs on a larger screen than ever before.
You may only see it a small piece at a time, and accept it in all its delicious detail, and desire to fulfill your needs. The detail comes in each patient piece, without it you miss the mark, you don’t have enough time or room to make it so from your Heart of Gold.
You can make it so for many others; your family, your friends, your ambitions, your insistence, your resistance, you only make it so from your dream when you allow yourself to accept one piece at a time.
What you do with this piece, you allow it to come to you, feed you, and create revelations, miracles from the whole universe.
To quicken yourself, sit down and listen, to quicken yourself allow the new numbers to overwhelm you, and stop trying to interpret them and bring them into manifestation. We don’t live to manifest.
The Heart of Gold lives to express, become part of what truly lives to express. We could conjure up many ideas to make us powerful, but it won’t fill any day with the deep and abiding love.
The real miracle is the hand held out to receive, the ear opened up to hear. A life of doing changes that becomes a life of done. Look to the doneness, instead of the doing. What has already been given is done.
What do you empty hands really hold? Do you think it’s a crumb, but it’s a seed, a small seed that will grow a giant tree, a giant vine, a giant world of what you’ve already done.
Plant your seed inside a moment ,and listen for it to grow a picture that you don’t think up. It emerges from what you’ve already planted, and it will create the feeling of having what you need to be able to see clearly forward.
Yes, with this you will become odd, thank heaven you have enough oddness to open an ancient Door, and you fit in with many others that oddly listen, oddly hear, and manifest nothing, and in this nothing there is more potentiality than the whole world can even imagine.
You can’t think it up, you can’t figure it out, you can’t direct it from what you think you want, because you do not even, as of yet, know what to want, when to want, you aspire to connect with the magnificence that waits and is ready to give.
Closure: Complete the force of the magnet, follow the needle of the compass and know you are guided, guardianed, and ready.
