The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
By Clarity
To be compliant, to be hungry, to get permission is all the secret invitations you’ll need, so gather up your wheels and roll on in.
We sit in the Garden and realize how amazing the Potency of the Garden is felt in every breath. The Edge is radiating the Red Thread as fence, and we feel swaddled within the arms of her hold.
As each day progresses, we are opened into the Portal of Safety, and this creates an ease, that increases the flow of each pattern within the Garden Plan. The Alchemy is free to be what is needed, and we enter into its conversation.
As the summer draws up the Potency, we are warmed, then heated, so that our own internal potency registers and comes to the surface. We are grown into the age of our own doing, and this is the Alchemy of Summer.
The Sun allows us to interweave the light, strong and brilliant, into our cellular makeup, reaching deep inside, and combining the nature with the nurture. We are fed without a demand for proof of the validity of what feeds us.
We are unlocked, our door is opened by the Fey, and we become available to ourselves through our breath, easing our way through to the between, as we crease and fold our Papered Awareness.
We break though, and our consciousness rounds itself into the forward roll, making sure the radius is connected to the centered awareness, that weaves its fibers into the Wedded Circumference.
Bringing the matter of thought into a registered canopy of Treed Resonance, our Mycelial network taps the root, and vibrates the call into the hearing of listened. We are set right by the free flowing nature of Gaia’s exuberance.
Moving the resonance into the noted time of C, we bring the time of space into a frequency that pins itself into the Cloth of Weave, and the motion of comfort. The Garden unfolds it notes of sentience, so that what was becomes even more.
More unfolds the layers of pattern, that registers the notion that Potential equates itself with listening. The Papered Awareness aligns the next layer to the bend, crease, and fold, and we hear the turn of Round.
Once we are in the center of Round, with the breath we take, we are able to hear the listening of sentience all around us. Making the resonance the frequency we are attuned to the Garden as she wishes.
The wish is called for by the Mother, and her Water of element brings us to the Edge of Ocean, the Ocean of our emotion, the Mer of our becoming.
We never wilt from the heat of summer, we instead enter the Moonbath of our Mer, and our Salt of emotion is entered into in a much deeper way. Trying to make our way into the center depth of our Existial Presence, the ease of Garden always facilitates the connecting fibers.
Woven into the conversation between plant, herb, and Fey, are our ears of listening, that tend to the caring of our multiple layers, and assist us in creating the volume that we do.
The safety of our listening keeps us close to our Source, and allows the abundance we need to come closer to us, and brings with it a new platform for us to speak from.
We are now able to engage in the multi-media of sight, sound, and motion, to inform the stories of our archives into the main street of occurrence.
Tried and true are the stories that we speak of, the Threaded telling will support ourselves and others, to be able to climb beyond the limitations. We feed ourselves through the sun, our breath, our creativity, and our being together.
Once the clock starts, the hands move, the seconds are not left-overs, and what flows forward are our steps as we move on, and the the Mother Tongue speaks lovingly to the Soul of our work.
Alchemy sets itself as the Tree Language, and we are the branches, and leaves of our natural way, our organic way of Expression.
The inside is outside in the Garden, the inside is within the navigation, the inside is within the mapping, as we travel the topography of our landscape. We stitch ourselves through the weaving of conversation registered internally.
The inner landscape is ancient and it evolves our landscape, as it grows its roots above and below the skyline. Into the range of listening are the notes of found and the calling of reach.
Potential reaches forward, as we lean into the sound of hearing, where what is magical and fine, comes up to the woven threads needled into Place, and landed into the Ready of available.
The amount of heard is in relationship to the Causal, and the Causal relationship between the world and the inner reach is silent within the hearing. The space of Magic opens when the Portal is approached through creative expression.
Once the heard is registered by location, the Safe is registered and we are able to see the sound made into shape and color. The weaving takes place, so that the ease of consciousness can be absorbed into matter.
The Fey and Angelic Realm enters through the Garden Gate, and hearing the invisible is relaxed into the body that accepts sentience in every molecule of light. We breathe in the light, weaving through our lungs and into our salt water body of Mer.
We swim in the Garden, the flowers and herbs an ocean of color, shape, and sound. The frequency carries us across the expanse of knowledge that consciousness imparts.
We receive the contents the Garden expresses, and the season of giving gives its bounty, so that the relief is felt Real. The healing happens through the breath, the light entering the creative expression of what Garden is.
The Rabbit enters through the imaginational realm, and adds up the numbers, so that what you see becomes light enough to reach across the abyss of limit. Lewis Carroll told the tale that hops from one topic to another.
Story-telling manages to speak the language grown from deep underground, making its way up and up, until what was ground down is ground up, the mortar and pestle of alchemy.
Alice joins the Table of Contents, and as the dishes are set; the cups and saucers, the cutlery, the glasses, and speaks her tale of her days unfolding.
Once you are entertained by the Garden, you are never the same, the language of nature unlocks you so you can express the unfolding of Gaia. You are placed within the boundaries of your own story, each plant telling what you are intimately a part of.
Color speaks the language of shape, the language of line, the language of sound, in order to story the telling into form. We bring the notes forward, and this is expressed as the fold is corrugated.
Reaching past every restriction, that limit tries to constrict around the creative spirit, we are able to hear our Mycelial network, as it roots out the blocks and detours, so our power of listening can then express the Red Thread of our woven footed path.
Keeping safe the Said, we can move the fibered fold into a way of pattern frequency, which invokes the assistance of every sentient oracle of fractal telling, our Original Pattern.
Trading the fact for the fiction that adds the unknown into a relevance of genius, the Red Thread needles through all obstructions, and releases you of the limitational logic, and moves intuitive expression through the body, mind, and spirit.
Beginning in a full nature of retrieval, one can embody more in this mode than most any other. To surrender to the retrieval is an awesome form of manifestation.
The beginning surface of rising will animate the codial formulas needed to move from transition to full awakening.
And then monitor of life begins to follow its own Sacred Witness. There is a change in the obstacles themselves, and the witness within the self is activated, to a full course. When the course is made apparent the constellations shift, and a new paradigm is formed, and this paradigm is witnessed by the Self.
The integrity of the circumferic realization is protected by the need, and this need of witness is categorized more by the Soul itself.
The witnessing factors corrugate, and create a whole new dynamic that calls forward more witnessing, than ever before.
The tonal elasticity is made secure, by the ability to stretch and reach through the Will of Seven, and much occupation is translated into Need.
The imaginational depth is then codified, and made compliant with the integrity of the Soul’s yearning.
The tonal deficit is removed from the squared factors, and the recognition of shift is made assimilated.
Once integrated, and followed into course, the nervial compliance reaches into the current mode of existence, and the tonal deficit is relieved of its tension.
The folding of course becomes the initiating factor in time and space. The familiarization becomes Potent, and all the points of reference begin to corrugate on through.
When purpose meets Need, there is a revelation held in time. There is a holographic game shift that partners with the time and timing, and allows a new pointial difference. Space and Need fold together, and all accompanying fibers are folded.
Resonating between each layer of what one receives is a complete deficit shift, that results in a full fibered awareness that corrugates beyond one’s personal belief system in the Present.
When the quality of the nature of life is filled with more decision and less hesitancy, the chart of dissolvement will change.
Qualify becomes more consistent and less labored in doubt. The doubt corrugates less totemic, so the body is calculated with less speed, and this frequency allows a gestational current body shift.
Once the body has gestated the needed time, potency returns in larger numbers and higher frequencies. The moment to moment language begins to assure the body its Safety Made Real.
And the network of radial technology begins to shift, there is a prism conducted for a more accurate realization presentation.
Map and precisional accuracy corrugates the precision, and allows constancy to integrate the Circle of Precisional Change. We are now in the density of what this creates.
When the first matter forgives the inset of the second, there is an allowing of the twinned insight. The pearlized deficit is allowed its convention, so that it can content the unassimilated life of consciousness.
To steel wool the potent sockets of the way of intentualizing, Formidable is this time and all the equations it unfolds. We are naked to the time, we are naked to the fold, so we can receive all that it journeys through.
Amiable to the space that increases, we know the skin of it all, we know the naked of the Will, and we appropriate every need to the visionary resonating drive.
Our Potency is in our very fibers of listening, drawing forward the strength that occurs as we hear the organic nature of where we come from, leading us directly to where we are going.
As the space increases, we fold time, and bend space into an origamic resonance that codifies our resilience and increases the journey into the Portal region of Wellbeing.
The Well of shift creates the abundance needed and necessary, so that the evolved time can support the expanded expressionary space.
The folded corrugation opens like a flower, and the harvesting is fruited labor of ease and compassion. This tends to the Garden opening.
Potency, free of limit, unlocks the potential, so that, with ease, we each fabricate the threading weave of our resilience, marking the mark of Way. Here we find ourselves capable of moving forward with Grace.
The alchemical garden of the Red Thread, with its host of flowers, herbs, and trees, canopies our conversations about the reach that we have taken, taken to include you, as well as ourselves in what amounts to everything imaginable.
The Potency of our etheric nature, combined with the intrinsic flow of our Mer evolution, salted in our cellular memories, allows the story-telling to unfold its round red telling.
Keeping up with yourself is a full-time presence, and the breadth and width of our expression is to stretch us out of our skins and into our Nu life. We shed the old, and the Nu automatically positions itself with precision.
The thread the eye of the needle, following the Pulse that rhythms itself within the fibers of our listening. We hear Alice as she comes close and closer, with her numbers and letters gathered inside her Papered Awareness.
She smiles, knowing you are listening. Lewis Carroll rolls over in his grave, knowing he’s no more dead than you are.
In the beginning I was afraid, in the beginning were you readying the beginning potency was rare, now in the end we are ripe, seeded, and shined up. Motion.