Taking Time Out For Tea Is To Translate Momentum Into Time by Clarity Artists

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity 1

2023 November 3 Issue Taking Time Out For Tea Is To Translate Momentum Into Time Introduction: Becoming more pro led by the sun, you exist more brightly than ever before.

Taking Time Out For Tea Is To Translate Momentum Into Time What better way to speed up Time than by slowing it down, and what better way to slow Time down than with a nice hot cup of Tea. TEA, Transcendent Energy Awareness, the gift and lore from the tea itself.

The ceremony around tea was to create a deep and abiding awareness of the beauty and nuances of Time and Space, Place and Position, as they came together in you, the container, the teapot itself. 4

As Situlas, we all contain what has been gathered, and to be aware of the gathering is to be aware of the many layers that make up who you are, and who you are being. Each pot of tea, as it is made, feels the tea leaves unfold, relax, and impart their knowledge to the Water.

Taking Time, is not stealing Time, it is unlayering Time, a place where you can deeply listen, a place where you can hear yourself, a place that opens up Space and lets you land. 5

To have a ‘sit and listen’ space is such a valuable and special thing to do for yourself, especially in a time that is so busy… and Time is always busy. So to engage Tea with Time, and yourself with them both is to gift what Tea Time has to say.

The Tea Deva is lled to over- owing with information, and to inform yourself with the leaf of Tea, is to turn a new corner, or as some say, turn over a new leaf.

As we are, we are more than we think and less than we feel, and in order to change that, it is necessary to take some time out of the equation of constantly, and put into place the new motivation of completely.

And the only way to get there from here, is to travel the selfmade trail of inward. You have left bread crumbs your entire life, did you not notice? 7

To reclaim, or claim at all, the travels of past and future, you of course are planted in the present. Presto, so is the tea, guardian to the inner life of settled. Just as the tea leaves settle to the bottom of the pot, or the cup.

We must this year settle more deeply into ourselves, our own thoughts, our own sound, fed deeply by what is around you, what you have brought into yourself. Such as; garden memories, books, walks, musing, singing, wondering, wandering. 8

Each of those past Times gather around you, like leaves blown about the trunk of a tree, and collect in the corners of your Roundness. No matter what size you are, you are round to the geomatric equation of sound and its vibrations.

Keeping cover unfolds you in a matter of unlayering the past from the future, and allows you room to move. Movement is key here, and to be still inside movement is a skill learned through the use of the Mycelial Healing Light Imprintsial Pattern. 9

There are other ways, of course, but if you truly want to save Time from eroding away, consider the gift of the Imprints, just as you would the gift of the Tea.

The momentum of Time is in the relationship of your equational self with the equation it carries for you. Time cares for you, just as Space gives you Place, Time gives you motion, the motion of both movement and stillness. 10

The deepening of Autumn, as it shoulders its way into Winter, brings us the opportunity to settle in and become even more of who we are. The seasonal load of summer, and the harvesting of Autumn now begins to taper o , allowing for a shift within ourselves.

As the indoors beckons, and the outdoor begins to let go of our focused attentions, plural, we are able to breathe a di erent kind of breath, and unload the baskets of harvest into our waiting arms.

What the garden gives and gave, is all around us, the vines from the beans, the stalks of Holy Basil, the drying blossoms of summer’s grace of; roses, passion owers, morning glories, and more combine to remind us of the on-going abundance.

Time brings us so much, and if we don’t chase after it, it brings every moment to us. The layers are multiple, the unfolding is vast, and the ease is as steady as you make it.

We certainly are grounded into our own nature and nature is the ally we most seek. To be in company with Gaia, we can navigate the openness required to be even more open than ever before.

In times of di culty and chaos, both internal and external, the path forward is the one most desired, needed, and wanted. The direct link to the visible is through the invisible, and it is the invisible that becomes visible through your desire to be swaddled and nurtured by the breath within you, the Cosmos.

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The Red Thread weaves its Pulse through your veins and the story-telling voices the travel along the words ,until you nd the layer you are most willing to sit with and feel at home. Each teapot has its own note for each recipient, and the avor of the tea is the choice made. 14

Your Papered Awareness folds its corrugated volumes around you, and you are nested and informed by the letters and numbers that surround you.

We are in our own Time and the momentum that time is set to run the course that it nds within you, and you are the gift, as Space opens its doors to your insights. It is no small thing to be a small presence in a large world, and an even larger, more vast, universe.

Each star pours its light out into the heavens, and we are the gift that populate among each one of them. Make a wish, breathe your breath, and light your way forward.

How many layers do you go? Where are you now, in your present layering, what fold are you within, and how did you get there? What assisted you in your wondering wanderings?

We Square ourselves as we circle our own point of reference, and gather up the notial shapes of our geometry, and roll ourselves across the dimensions to see where and how we land. 16

Between yesterday and today, the travel was 1.6 million miles, we all are travelers on this spinning globe of space and time. So e ortless and easy, going places we haven’t been for 24,000 years of the constellational circuit.

So sit, please, and have that cup of tea, feel the Pulse of living running through your lineage, smell the oceanic salt of your cells, and the caliber of your merit.

Look with your Time, feel with your Space, unfold yourself until you feel at home and deeply relaxed. The momentum gathers itself around your ankles, because, nally you’ve come to rest.

Imprint upon yourself the healing patterns of mycelial, the network of Neith, the connecting thread of cosmic re, the Red Thread of the Mother Tongue. The language of light.

What is held completely inside the sacred of space is our Heart of Gold, and it is where our Source resides within us. This is what we all are trying to defend within us, but it never leaves, it can’t be lost, and it always has been as part of who we are.

That is what it is all about, our sense of the Divine within us, and we are so afraid that somehow we will lose this within us and be lost forever, so we become warriors, but not sacred warriors, who become warriors of loss, defense, hide, overcome, imprison, enslave all that we feel might threaten the Source of who we are. 19

This work is for this time, to take the sword out of our hands, put it in its sheath, and learn to con de inside ourselves. The other, and all the others, are a threat to this sacred space, so it becomes unsecured, unworthy, unheard, unpotentized, and its revelation is only fear.

We live the conquest daily, even if we don’t realize. It could be a small thing out of place, a wrong color in a new place, a person sitting too close, a person living too far. One hat is much bigger than the other, one foot too small to be seen, one knee not bent enough, one voice too loud.

These are all the reasons for war, because sacred space is threatened, endangered, so the life force of what threatens our own sacred space is wiped out.

So think about it, when and where did it start, Adam and Eve, Cain and Able, Handsel and Gretel, Cinderella, the Goddess, the Pharaoh, the intrusion of someone’s sacred over yours? 21

The intrusion of your sacred is deeper than theirs, the Mother for you, not the Mother for them. What royal colors are yours, not theirs? Which God is real?

Which crown is truly Queen? What source beats your heart that can’t beat theirs, what source can beat their heart and not beat yours? 22

The same source beats all hearts, whether its small or large, many or one, we don’t quite exactly know who is who isn’t ,and what is what, so we fear, and never nd out.

So we will never know what it is all about, because we fear everyone’s Divine, including our own. Can we share it? Can we hear it? Can we follow it?

Just sit down, we can follow it, we can be it, they can follow it, they can be it, but most of all we each are it, no matter what our story is to tell. A hard pill to swallow, even after eons.

Just let go, and just be whatever it is that you are, and wherever you ever came from, there is nothing else to do but surrender to your own wild hairs, no matter what sacred source created them, or you evolved from, even if it is a mushroom. 24

This will loosen all the weave, this will loosen the air, so all the weave, wind, water, earth, re, and metal can wash through, and be made Real.

Inside the appropriateness that we call daily life is another level that we call insightful life, and this insightful life, once initiated and recognized as reality changes everything. Nothing is ever small, nothing is ever large, everything starts to become what it is.

It takes a change in timing, a willingness to open up the box of every moment, like the way Pandora intended it. It is a box of insight, expansion, chaos, joy, balance, re-balancing, balance, breaking down, building, initiating, contemplating, positioning, awakening, vision, con dence, and brilliance.

We only make this possible when we will it into place, that is how important our intentional will is, and if it never comes to us as a real power, we never know the di erence, unless a pattern, an imprintsial pattern, moves to wake us up, shake us up, light us up, free us up, make potent what already is within us.

The Tea waits for us to decide how awake we are, want to be, will be, and as it sits there cooling down a bit, the fragrance it imparts molecules its way out into the etherous air, making present your combined atmosphere and environment a place of beauty.

The momentum of stillness is so vast that even the cosmos cannot contain its entire meaning, it is alchemical and therefore beyond proof, but within the realm of progress. Just within that sip of tea, lies an entire unfolding of Time in the Space of a moment. 27

Your Papered Awareness combines the senses into a medley of avors, colors, scents, shapes, and sounds and brings you to a place of current. Are you currently aware of what is right up around you? A chair, sofa, kitchen table, a countertop, an outdoor swing, a car or bicycle?

What has got your attention? What layer are you in, what dimension of thought are you carried by, traveling through? These questions are provided by the answers around you, Just listen to the intelligence of the room, the space, you are in.

Translate your momentum into time, and take your Time for a spin, allow your cellular memory to surface, ask yourself questions, give yourself answers, allow the assistance of the Mycelial network of Light Patterns to support the adventure you nd yourself on.

Speaking inside the forward is not always so easy, because it always try to reclaim bits and pieces of your juicy past, in fact they become little hors d’oeuvres sorted in the beginning, but clearly threaded through by the end.

You are too much for one person, and just right for another. It always feels a bit like the house of bears and Goldilocks sampling the trimmings.

I’ve trimmed my little curls so I won’t be noticed, I have all my hairs tucked up in my cap, so I won’t be noticed, as I taste away the trimmings. Every Fairytale needs a good plunge, but don’t forget your wetsuit, because it is more than cold down there. 30

You nd out there was no Grandma, but there were some very big ears, and you are the only tasty morsel around, and no matter how much you diet, you’re are always the right mouthful for the Wolf, who has become like a passionate chef. He even throws knives in the kitchen, so you are safe nowhere.

Even at your Thanksgiving feast, you prepare for the hoards, so give up the spatula and trade it in for the spoon, a long spoon, so you don’t have to get your ngers sticky. Bon Appetite.

Nothing here is common, it is all the nest European cuisine, because that is where it started, at the dinner table when the stranger came in, and he did not look like your same God divine Goddess. Pitch him out with his pitchfork, he does not even know how to use a spoon.

At war with di erence, within the layers of what was learned, the meal now starts with Tea. To be in front of the age old, eons old, to stop Time in its tracks, so it can speed up past the past, is what this time is for.

To do something di erent than has been done before, something new, something unheard of before, is where we are, where we are since the beginning. The listening opens up the head, so the intuitive can move beyond reason and into Being.

The Three Bears have rampaged through the cottage, the Wolf has eaten everything in sight, Cinderella’s pumpkin turned to squash, and we are left with time only for a new story, one that includes magic as science, and science as a co-conspirator in unraveling the wad wound so tight, that most people now days are afraid to take a nice relaxed slow deep breath.

Tea time seems so insigni cant, but when you use it to fold time, bend space, and unlock the imaginal realm of the numinous, you are in the curve of the momentum you’d hoped for.

The layers corrugate their creases even further, and you begin to see over the tops of things, you begin to see how you yourself could possibly matter, equal to the most of everything and the least of the small.

To be all inclusive, at home with di erence, is to be wed to the circumference of totality of Love and Compassion. What more could one want?

Closure: Coming up through the weave to breathe, you are memorized by the Thread.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity