The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 April 12th Issue
Creativity Has Awesome Wings of Flight To The Conscious Mind
Introduction:
Inside the heart of our constitution, we embody the planetary universal part of Love, as our constitutional requirement.
Creativity Has Awesome Wings of Flight To The Conscious Mind
No matter the time, day or night, or in between, we are awakened at all hours to the cadence, the rhythm, of creativity. It is an internal gravitational pull that color has with form and shape, line and word, that we belong with.
We are with color, we are with form and shape, we are with line and word, we are compatriots and companions to the geomatric unfolding, the corrugational crease and bend.
Reason rises up through the parchment, only when it bypasses limitation, and makes its way forward, by way of intuition and the letters speaking from the heart. We are made whole by the Red Thread of Pulse and the weaving of the Mother Tongue.
The wings we bear, are the wings given to us by our imaginational realm, they attach at the heart and are etherically seen on our backs. We use them constantly when we write, when we draw, and when we talk deeply.
Color comes to our words, and the mind within us, in sync with the heart, manages the kalidascopian turn, so that what changes is always orientated toward the Dot in the center of our spherical consciousness.
The radius of thought is emitted by the spark of our imaginational realm, and we are cornered into acceleration, through the square of our right angles. To complete the turn, we allow our breath to breathe us forward.
Collaboration within yourself is key to directional resonance, we move by our own volition, and this keeps us threaded to the pulse of our woven story. The pages we turn, we turn by our own digits, and the print we leave is the picture of our motion.
The ease with which we are collaborated, is the ease with which we allow and accept the large receiving the small. This announces itself by way of fathom, the depth at which you are able to dive.
Within the center is the core, and within the core is the dot, and within the dot is the photonic light vibrating at the speed of sentience. Every sentence has sentience, every object objects to being made inert.
Alice sat down to tea, the Rabbit took out his pocket watch, at which point it became an un-pocket watch, the Dormouse asked for cake, and was given a piece larger than its body.
We cannot account for the time any more than we can decide what Rabbit Whole we will fall down next. The universe is filled with rabbit holes and, every planet has been down at least one.
Many times the hole will appear during the time of a full solar eclipse. While everyone is looking up, the planet is falling down. Few notice, because, well, gravity aids in the illusion, and real magic comes into play.
When magic comes to play, your world is never the same. The trick is, everything looks practically the same; same people, same houses, same ocean and trees, yet there is something not quite the same, and you feel it more than you see it.
The Cheshire Cat knows of what we speak, the grin is just part of what he’s allowing you to see. There is so much more to this fractalized holographic spread, that the light you use to see with is actually the light seeing.
Collaboration can’t get any closer than that, and while we may fall down numerous rabbit holes, the wholes keep us upright and numbered and lettered, so that we may re-tell our travels.
Not so much retail, as re-tell, the difference is immense, and the outcome is Compassion. Encoded within the numerical stories are the lettered notes that spell out the folds, the curves, the bends, and the creases.
The spark of vision, the photonic alliance, resonated its vibrant color choice and breathes into time/space an unfolding story, told through the resources of unlimitedness.
At every turn there is a yes, and yes says resilience, fortitude, endurance, and we carry on, leaving behind the limitations wound around consciousness hindered. We break bread with the Mad Hatter, the Dormouse, and the Cheshire Cat, because we can.
Lewis Carroll had it right all along, brilliant mathematician that he was, that if you add up negative numbers, you can more easily account for the unexplainable, because you work both sides of the equation for balance.
What isn’t is, and what is isn’t, until you yourself come to the conclusion you are seeking. Breath breathes you. As the Caterpillar always says, “Who are you?”, and the answer always remains, “I am Me.
We all know, from the ancient past, that a Me is an individualized unit of consciousness, one that carries you in its pocket. Watch, as you are let out to weave across the face of time.
Hold yourself by your own hand and you will go far, let the breath breathe you, and feel the wings at your back. Creativity is made from Air, gathered from the Ether, which then propels thought consciousness ‘airborne’.
Until we let go of limitation, we will be contracted upon, until we birth ourselves by thanking the Mother, and listening to the rhythmic release of creativity, we will be caught in the space of time that refuses to support color, line, shape, sound, and all that lives.
Alice points to Lewis Carroll, mathematician, author, photographer, teacher, and she tumbles down the rabbit hole, by reading that she fell down a rabbit hole. The Tea Party was an invitation to dine on the mysteries of creativity.
We must encounter the immense within the smallest moment, the in breath and the out breath. The entirety of All is in the breath, and the exhale is the resolution of what you got out of the gift.
Our circle is caught in a loop, and the loop gathers speed, so that it can sling the radius beyond the edge, the boundary, the fence, the gate, the door. We break free of stopping ourselves, when we breathe in our dream story.
Nothing else is as immense, as the longing of creative expression moving through matter at the speed of light. What once was difficult to imagine, is easy, easier, easiest, the three easies.
The Totemic Presence that we collaborate with, are there when you need them, they are always at the periphery, catch them out of the corner of your eye, and you’ll know what we mean.
Imagine the letters that flow out of you from your cognitional brain, the alpha, beta, theta, delta… Absolem, the Caterpillar waves of story. We are confronted by the exactness the imagination gives, without the need for editing. Pure and simple.
The Red Thread is pulled through by the needle, orchestrating the notes that follow sew. There is no way around that, unless you enlist your company of companions; The Mad Hatter, The Siriuran Feylines, the Cheshire Cat, The Totemics, The Dormouse, The Tincture Fairies, of course, Alice, and without saying the Angelic 15.
With those companions, you can hit the mark, and mark your way through the narrowest of openings. Mark your made with the ease of imagination, and allow the flow to overcome the edge.
The cup spills out and more Tea is poured, the fine china is in shape for all it can gather at any table setting, and you are found not wanting, but rather satiated. The company you keep is storied into existence, same as you.
Be where you are, light your way through the discovery of the realizational adventure you are on. You are on the wave of number merging with letter, to form a union of gravity and time, with space as its third.
We equate the ease with the following of letter to letter, number to number, and letter and number reaching a Pitch of She. The Mother Tongue fills us with Potency of the Heart, and we are transformed.
The story tells the photonic notes of display and the digits count out the remainder, 1+2= 3. We are all 6’s and 9’s, when it comes to the telling, and we hold the key of our discovery, in the maps of our navigation.
Hold steady the rudder, and catch the wind, your wings are about to lift you higher than you ever imagined before. This is what is meant by being carried away into the Land of Oz.
The Mother Tongue tells of Dorothy Gale, or more likely, Dorothy’s Gale, a twister of a tale, where both Diana, the Cat, yes Alice’s cat, and Toto, a mixed up version of Otto, dog of loyalty and steady-fastness, meeting on the plains of Oz.
Here’s where the circumference and the radius meet and form an eye to eye moment. The threads commingle and merge, forming a tapestry unseen until modern times, but this ancient thread of a story goes way back.
Oz, or Os, the cervix, the gateway into another Land. OS, operating system, to compute the language of numbers and letters, allowing us to bridge the electronic with the physical, as a way of proofing our manna.
The Ten Man, The Leo the Lion Man, and The Crow Man, made of straw, all there to Twice Tell you a tale worth wagging about. From the Dog Star, Sirius, to Earth is a mere 8.611 Light Years, so the tale is a long one.
Of course, corrugating comes into play here, and play is absolutely essential if you are going to get anywhere at all. It is time to get out your pens, pencils, and crayons, time to be the story you are.
Listen to what is to come, by listening to what is here in front of you now. Combine the impossible with the possible and find your answer.
In the circle, beside the square, there is a tremendous relief, transcending all markers, and allowing more positions of comfort in this reality, needing a more spacial presence, that confirms hope, and relates more solidly the content needed, for the ease of passage that is metaphored into this time.
We are now beginning to become more accelerated in our landscape and need. There is an ease that folds into us, in a more positional way, than we have been able to speak of before. We intuit our way through our consciousness, to make more capable what is seen, in all our living positions.
We make ready many formats, that can escalate many positional openings, that we can accelerate much compassionate frequencies, that will put things on end, and right side up, at the same time.
We constitute many relationships, that can focus a narrow bridge, that will hold the weight needed for this time. As we remember back and forth, we become evaluating individuals of balancing factors.
When the transitional mode is transferred to real thought, we become lifted up into a whole new paradigm, that begins differently in our world.
We are marked by creed and credo, and allowance of compassion, that fills the marker of the vessel we drink from. We are new and ancient, we begin and we end, we fold and we crease, we penetrate and we flow.
Marking every fold that makes an impression, we element the course as brilliant. The momentual volume of brilliance is needed at this time.
We long for and extend our course for it, we reach out into the distance for it, till we grasp it in our hands, and pull it back into our being.
The beginning is folded into the middle, and the middle is folded into before, and the before of moment accepts the beginning.
The future force of will is emaculated, to the point of brilliance that can even conceive itself. The Formulator Mother of Distance takes in deeply her Womb of Provision, and emaculates her course of will, into the future of equalization.
The Mother emaculated herself into the Father, and the Son was the emaculated distance of between. One into Two, emaculates Three, and Three is the emuculated distance.
If you can take in this flip on gender, you will become aware of the truth, within the truth of the truth. When the folded matter of distance becomes more generated, than born, you will begin to know the truth of deep coordinance.
The minuscule become refined, and each point of reference becomes emaculated, in its tone of difference. The emaculation is related to all sentient beings of refined consciousness, that assimilate themselves as whole parts of the equation.
They have a particle awareness of the whole, therefore they are particalized as whole, not part. This whole particilization creates the determining factor, held within the consciousness of a great leader.
The particle weaves its sentience, and we become more and more refined. The stories become colored, more colorful, by the light emitted from the numerical letters, combining to form the shapes they are, in their wholeness.
What once was fairytale is now reality, as the Ether penetrates the Air, and the alchemical mix stirs us to see more clearly the vastness of vision becoming. We become as we grow, and we grow as we realize how sentient the All of Everything truly Is.
Closure:
From the beginning to the end we are actually the same, we just think the learning was great, but in essence it was small. It is what we learned when we were very small.
