To Point the Way Into the Distance

2023 Mar 3 To Point the Way Into the Distance

By Clarity

2023 Mar 3 The Alchemical Reed Class

To Point the Way Into the Distance

Introduction:

Direction, which way does the wind blow? Do you have a relationship with direction, and are you open for the wind to know your name ?

To Point the Way Into the Distance

To listen to the distance by the point of the digit, is to relay the message and contain the energy of notice. To notice the sound of the words coming into the hearing range of heard, brings the adjustment of impossible to possible.

We are made to listen to the Pulse as it leaves its position to find its way through distance to close. Close in fit, close in heard, close in feeling felt. We are felted into the flat of round, as the disk of shape takes form.

To be heard is a gift, to be spoken is a gift, to listen is to be forever given to. In our makeup is the resonance of sound spinning, vibrating, resonating into the penetrational tones of harmony.

Lifted beyond the time of past, and therefore out of containment, we are said and we are heard by the pulse of sound netting its fibers into a woven, is to hear the wind call my name.

To hear the wind call your name that is what the distance is seeking. It seeks the wind, it seeks the direction, it seeks the calling together of motion and emotion. When you number your ways, you number the direction of your elements, and you fold them into an advisial mode.

We work to relay what is relayed, like flaming beam of light that signals to the distance its direction, like in Lord of the Rings, you call your name into the wind, and it calls you back.

There seems to be an echo at first, but it is really only the wind knowing your name. To smell yourself on the wind is to know your secret existence. To place forward the nature of your scent is to know that you can read the wind.

To become a whole distance is to become a whole economy of forces. The very nature of scent is on the mist of breath, knowing itself as Air. You call forward the magic that memory makes with smell.

You fortify yourself, to become friendly with the elements of who you are. You call yourself favorite, but who makes the choices? Is it you listening, or the wind calling your name?

You are folded between the fingers of taste and the elements of desire. You come from between the joy and the relationship. You call on the wind the name of your beloved, and this beloved smells you, and the memories you hold.

Direction, the way the wind goes and how it speaks to all the elements it knows. The folding file of infinity is only the mark of distance repeated over and over again. This repetition creates wind and from this wind, it knows your name.

Speaking forth from the heart gives you an infinite relationship that guards your heart. The Guardians of the Heart know their names, and the wind flows through them with ease.

Connected are all the fibers singing the song of hearing, and this hearing is what must be caught now, and vibrated through the distance, so the heard can be made through the voice of the heart and its vocal system.

Carrying the notes of wisdom is the way of the Sofiac Intelligencia that knows the Mother Word on the Tongue of the wind of your name. We calendar our life into time cells, and we watch the sequence of seasons mark and erase us.

We are calmed by all the forces that grant us sovereignty. We begin to see through the Wooded Way, the way of Gaia, the sequence of trees, the folding of flowers and the echoing remembrances of seasonal change.

When the most spoken of us becomes anchored of us, we surrender to the Word, the Way, and the Realization. We economize living into the surface of abundance, money, property, control, ownership, and intelligence, not necessarily marked by Sofia.

The Sofiaic Intelligencia always manages the distance in three sequences; close, far, closer. These are what needs to be integrated, before closing the door open. As the door opens, the through passage brings together the Wooded Way into the narrow focus.

Narrowed by focus, narrowed by passage, narrowed through the funnel of abundance. The sound resonates throughout the codial mode of reliance, and the passage becomes clear and easy.

As the passage moves deeper into the distance, we hear the sound of digit pointing the way of path. Path opens to the foot and the distance comes up close through the corrugating momentum released of limit.

Limit falls to the position of dissolve, and its echo is evaporated into the etherous system of transformation. We move to the ease, and the path shows itself with the light of opening.

We are now open to the ease, we are now open to the movement, we are now open to the momentum, and we can now travel our own path with the resolution of Red Thread.

Woven into our surroundings, woven into the light of becoming, we are fibered with our own resilience, and our sound becomes clearer and clearer. Cleared of obstacles, we are fully aligned with the Ganesh of Writing, and the pen flows with the ink of words gathered for sound made Real.

Digital becomes inked into light, and the sound is embedded into the visional, so that the information can be carried with the increase of speed. We ride the wave of particle, as we are imparted with the seed of idea.

Seeded into grounded, we are planting our foot into the Rooted Emergence that comes from the Atum of our fall season, and its renewal through winter into spring.

Now we are aware of the paper of our transfer, from fiber to digitized strands of light, running the fiber optic into the registry we need to meet our wanted position of Compassion nested into the area of Home.

Reaching further than ever before, we bring forward our own placed position, through our needs being met, by the thread followed in it primary position of Red. Pulse is rhythmed through the sound percussed into the symphony of ear, bringing ease of resonance into center.

We meet the ease with the ability to format an easy course and a way to be fully wooded in timbre. The sound of deep fiber brings up the rooted mycelial way and nurtures the cells into a relaxed tone.

As tone meets fiber, the mycelial network engages with the digital of pointed awareness, and our Papered Awareness completes the connection between nature and the electric light field that computes number by number, and letter by letter.

Increasing the need, increases the desire for balance, and the resolution of sound originating through fibered threads of red. The Red Thread automatically balances, the Red Thread automatically nurtures and sends nourishment to all cells and systems of planetary, galactic, universal, and solar needs.

We are increased in our nature, and this connecting fiber, of our Rooted Existence, measures the distance, so we are fed what we need, into what we want and desire.

Timed by our motion, and moved by our electrical field of etheric resonance, we position ourselves into the receptacle that has no resistance to our creative, resilient nature.

Natural to the field connection, we are able to create and digitize the pointed position of our way, pathed through our foot of determined Will. We are swaddled in this nature, and this allows us to move with confidence and ease.

Bringing into form our creative acts of kindness, we emit a sound of resonant factors that increase the yield, and manifest an abundance of color landing on the black of our expansion.

Connecting all centers to the middle, we bring a matched pair of navigated coordinates into a circumference that feeds us with energy, making available the work to others.

To be fed, to feed, to give and receive, the table is set, and the energy is flowing easily. As the reach of the Soul is made abundant, the clear path continues to master the door hinge, and the stone soup of a hinged existence is no longer thought as unhinged.

Speaking forward the intended position, there is a grounding taking place that will make possible many new positions that need support in earthing the future.

The completed source of what folds pattern awareness is now stepping forward to be seen and the rise will quicken the exterior potentiality. The folding of moment to desire will facilitate a full potency of what can circumnavigate a full cooperative allowance.

There is the solid, and there is the awareness of the solid, and this creates a safe connection. Empowered by the speed rate shift all will ground easily in a sense of safety made real.

When the momentum in our world shifts what it accumulates as the speed shifts and increases there is a locked down position that holds all things squared, and the perspectives utilized for all portals needed.

When one speaks to the rhythm, whether you are from earth, other planetary evolvements, or other galactic thinking, you will notice the levitating factors that releases the Ley lines.

When the codial volume shifts and the Ley lines’ synchronicity locks in, there is a full codial change in evolvement.

When the intentionality begins to identify itself, there is a persona registry of each and every embodiment available. We lock down the porridge, we lock down the bears, and we lock down Goldilocks.

And when you have a new house to visit in the woods, we are then the neighbors of all those who live in the Wooded Way. We have neighbors all around that we never knew, because the woods were too thick, and no one was making cookies that we could eat.

We now smell the scent of delicious treats, like Handsel and Gretel, and we find our way to the witch who’s cooking up a storm, and we know how that began.

A coven of females who have never lost touch with their cooking ways. What is tasty, we begin to hunger, and we put on our little bodies of Handsel and Gretel, and we figure out how to have a restaurant view.

We invite all our friends to come and eat. We are cooking up some bone broth that will strengthen our Wills, so we can climb the stalk of Jack and find out what giants eat, and will tell him of our restaurant below that cooks up a handsome bone broth.

And then we’ll know what giants taste like, and we won’t be afraid of the land above where much larger part of ourselves lives and breathes and writes and becomes a larger voice than we have ever heard before.

You must become a character in the very Fey Tales themselves, or you’ll never know who you are, a little bit of this, a dot of that, a scoop of much, and a ladle of small, and a pot that you can ride in to have it all.

Your chicken legs pop out, because you are such a fraidity cat, and you cluck around finding a seed of that, a seed of this, and the cauldron you are has a lid to the pot.

You never give up, because you have the stamina of Cinderella, and you’ll sweep out the ashes of every kundalini rise, and you’ll use the flue to travel through time and space.

So you can pop in anywhere you want and be on time. Sleeping Beauty might miss the wake up call, but her prince has a watch and all, and he is not late like the White Rabbit.

So you don’t fall out of this world upside down. Direction has it all, and direction is what you need, because all that points the way is inside of you.

This galactic awareness, that you need, is a wake up call for the universe. Ladle it all up and you will have a pot fit for the future of the universe.

One ring, and you hear, one ring and you listen, one ring and you are out of the sleep of minutes and into the moments of forever. Forever listening to the directions pointing the way, and receiving the coordinates necessary to move forward with ease.

We are on course, we are on time, we are in position, and the ease rises up to meet us, where we are standing. To be stood, to be understood, to stand with the conviction of woven, is to be ready, willing, and able.

No course is exact in time and space, because movement is forever changing its ways and means, but the ease of finding is through the listening made clear and intentioned.

Intention your desire to hear clearly the directions given, and the planets, galaxies, universes, and solar systems will align with you in concert with your sound on a course of The Red Thread.

To think of the amount of time needed to fill space, is to come to your grandmother’s house, where the Wolf at the door is your own persona hungry enough to wear the Red Threads of finding.

The Woodman’s axe is sharp and cunning, and its bowed and beveled edge cuts the sting out of the tale of woe. As each wag of the tale is wagged, the story becomes found in a new way of telling and the letters add up to the numbered retreat.

Finally the cauldron is filled with the meal of your own making, and the ease with which you consume yourself is as delicious as any meal you ever tasted.

Make way for the waiter, with their towel across their arm, they are here to serve the meal and place the plates and cups in rows of atmospheric pleasure. The tale is long, the course is set, and the dishes are ready to be washed.

Closure:

How dare the wind call your name, do we want it to know which way it goes, and how many times we have been here before ? Do we call it out, or does it make its own way through?