The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 August 9th Issue
Each
Day
I Remember To Live And Forget To Die, Joy
Introduction:
I forgot to die today, and guess what I did? I lived a mountain, I lived a Tree, I lived a Lineage, I lived a flower. I crossed over a bridge of questions, doubts and fears, and I got on a ferry boat and I lived some more.
Each Day I Remember To Live And Forget To Die, Joy
The living Garden is a reminder to look around and take in the joys of beauty, atmosphere, and environment. We stop and take a slow deep breath, to inhale the earth in all her splendor.
Reaching past delay, reaching past detour, reaching past distraction, the Garden places you in your center, if you take the time to breathe her in. This is counter to dying, this is counter to limitation.
There are Gardens trimmed to within an inch of their death, ones so coaxed into Prunella-ism, that they are the elite coiffeur of a still-life. Collected like so many dog pelts, that to be in one is to be inside a coffin.
Remember to let loose your breath, be in league with your wild self now and again, look to intuition to unlock a logic that limits, and allows you to dig up and loosen the soil around you.
Joy is found in the center, where the radial arm reaches out to the circumferic edge, that then swings the curve into a circled embrace of your Papered Awareness. The collage you make of yourself is unencumbered by limit, and allows your edges to soften and receive.
Remember how you once played with abandon, and sought only the next part of the parts you were putting together? Allow yourself the time, let time show you ways to loosen your grip, and free yourself of judgments.
Life is a joy, life is a breeze in the Garden, life is an arrangement of curves, folds, bends, and corrugations that catch us up in the flow of putting together. The Garden is put together, the flowers, herbs, and trees all conversing with one another.
This time is for allowing sight to inform you more deeply, the listening you are doing to find the relief, the release of energy necessary to support what needs to move. We move the obstacles out of the way, and in doing so we live.
Primary is the forward relief, and holding to the pattern of relief brings ease and a comfort, as you get used to the Nu of what you see, and the breath you take to accommodate its presence.
When Time shows up, expect to receive more time. Time gives itself to the space its in, and the in comes to fruition, if you allow it the freedom it needs to express itself in a field of Safety Made Real.
Creating the field of Safety Made Real is an ability to stitch yourself fully into the fabric of time, and flow with its weave of difference. Time moves each moment into the Garden of Plan, and the Plan is far deeper and richer that we could possibly imagine.
Make yourself aware of your own folding into, this brings ease to your consciousness, and allows you to feel safe within your own expression, exploration, and adventure.
Write yourself into your own story, that brings you the Nu and expands your acceptance of the unacceptable, that limits have judged.
The Garden opens you to the possibilities that reach further than ever before, and as you take a deeper breath, you expand your distance, so that you can take in what was difficult before, or un-understandable, and allow yourself to connect with the source of the gift.
Gifted, you are, and as you accept this within yourself, you can see what is being given to you is in keeping with your needs, wants, and desires.
Joy comes, it comes with the breath, the wish, the desire, and with the unexplained. Life opens you up to the Garden Plan, so that you will know yourself more deeply, and with greater compassion for yourself and others.
We begin to take in more breath, when you decide to slow down and give yourself your own moment. To do so takes a Papered Awareness and a sense beyond limitational currents.
Whether inside or outside the Garden, it takes a receiving of the Mycelial Network to ground you under your feet, and cause you to focus on the Gaiac Presence, rather than distractional incomplete constructs.
We forget to die when we forget to engage in limit. The Papered Awareness of Consciousness transcends the small talk, the surface dwelling, and moves you into the depth of hearing that your deep listening desires.
Once freed of the confines of dropped stitches, you find yourself flowing with the needled presence of your own hand, turning your own pages, as you read into your story, the ease with which you find yourself creating.
Marked by your facing into diversity, you breathe the breath of living more deeply into your own world of choosing.
No longer pulled to the point your threads start to unravel, you strengthen your position, by remembering you can take in more, not less.
As the circumferic travel elongates your position, the fractal unfolding sends out notes of motion and movement, that emit sounds of sound, shape, and line. Catch the sounds of the note of C, and captivate your own Centered Note of Self.
Placing yourself forward, lean into who you are, and allowing the Red Thread to steer you away from limitational lack, and toward the joy that unfolds constantly, bidding you to register Joy.
Insight comes when you bring yourself into alignment with the direction of your own feet pointed towards your Soulself holding the other end of the Red Thread. The creative Mother Presence has you safe, as you touch the Red Thread held between the Mother and the Soul-self.
Coming into time is the Opening, the Portal Door is inviting and allowing you to relax into its invitation to sit at the Table of the Long Spoon, and be fed through the gifts of one to the other.
What once was a passing, becomes a Presence, and the Joy in Living grows more strongly each day. The strength is gained, as you gain and grow your Insight, so that your movement is in sympathetic rhythm with Gaia, as she turns her round each day towards you.
The Sun you see is a constant reminder to grow joy, and avoid the brambles of distractive, unyielding natures that block and clog up your flowing nature of life. Let that which is breaking down, break down, so that the compost of its nature can feed those living.
Bringing the dishes to the Table will, in fact, create what it is you are wanting. Place the dishes out, so the ease of visibility is registered and found available. Be available to the gift of the feast, and do not be distracted by the notes of sour.
We are sitting together for a reason, one that yields a wealth of contentment, joy, resolve, calm, and transformation. A meal can do that with ease, when decided upon with an Open Door.
Creating a registry of gift, and an attitude of joy, will mark your cell with the salt of Mer, and the Water of Home. The Earth will hold the necessary ingredients, the Air will fill the atmosphere and environment with the Garden’s fragrances, and the Fire will Will the ease into a firm foundation.
Now is the time to open space and receive the gifts round has to give, as you rotate into the flow and accept the Threaded Gifts given, through the frequency of Vibratory Pattern.
Alice comes to an already set Table, populated by the odd characters within her own story unfolding. And she takes the time to sit with all that surrounds her, the equations of difference modify themselves to fit the situation.
Keeping pace with an ever-changing environment, deep underground, down a Rabbit Whole, the entirety becomes her, and she becomes the entirety. The equations balance and she relaxes her grip on what should be.
Without knowing it completely, she begins to levitate more closely upward, more starward, more uply. And as she ascends herself, the Table and Chairs, the Dishes and Silverware, even the Characters, all move too.
What was settled as fact inside of fiction, becomes real enough to sense motion and relay surrounds to places remembered. Remember how is was when you were little and everything seems so big?
Big is relative, and as a relative, family beyond mere birth, family of Galactic proportions, larger than numbers and letters could describe without losing over half your audience.
So tell the tale and allow for the ease of lettered sequences that show how deep the equation goes, thus the Rabbit Whole.
Dying sometimes is so much simpler than living, especially when it gets complicated and you have to draw up more speed than is already called for, but when you are made to live dying becomes pretending, and at the end of the day you have to take a deep breath and surrender once again to living.
After a night’s sleep we are often renewed and our dreamscape has given us new mapping, and bigger ideas that come through the small invitations of love. We are connected to much more than we realize, much more that concerns itself with our well-being.
The more we believe in the small, the invisible, the inside the inside, the better we can recall all their names. There are those that dissolve all the objections, there are those that help you move your chair, put on your shoes, strap on your Valkyrie outfit, and make it a little lighter to wear each day.
You can Guardian many things, because your hands are larger than they were the night before, so you can more aptly juggle more larger bits of the day. You can scream and stomp your feet and wiggle your arms, and have a good reason to shake things up, because that shaking up is essential for moving on.
The willingness to move everything in a room and give it a new codial description, is everything, and that everything will cross over the bridge of impossibility.
We moved a china cabinet, that went from the ceiling to the floor and basically was full of China; and Japan and Poland and Russia, and the Ukraine, and France and England, and Norway, and Sweden, and Spain and Ireland, and Scotland, and Wales, and Tibet and the Himalayas, and Egypt and India, and Scandinavia, and the United States, and the whole of native american heritage.
And we moved it from Japan through the americas, through the dining room, onto the front porch, Tibet. Every dish was carried carefully, every nation was honored, and the front porch, Tibet, was strong enough for all of them to live in one palace, house, temple of a china cabinet.
It became an oracle of world beauty, of how the whimsical can hold the food of the future from back to front, side to side, inside outside, all in one day. And you ask, and we ask, what have we been doing.
Floors had to be strengthened, cabinet temple had to be nailed down, tightened up, and attached to the house of the front porch of the world of Tibet.
Now, at the top of page 13, we put up the flag of a mandalic wisdom. Om Mai Padme Hum, this is the Intention of the food we eat, and the Intention of our assimilation with more color and beauty.
We empty a room to make another room full, we make another room full to make another room empty, and empty is ready for the full of a new Intention. We are called by the Mystery, and we allow the force of our Will to move us.
We are now in a timing most delicious, where you allow the body that can be trusted like the Soul, to create its own timing in its own way, to safely balance you as you move forward.
When you get ready to move, stop, and sit back and wait a moment, and the body will rise up through you like a Soul, and it will move you forward, in the most miraculous stature, so that you can hit the mark, save your life, forget to die, and live stronger, wiser, firmer, like the miracle you are.
Live your miracle, be your miracle, breathe your miracle and you will find it has already arrived inside of you, and you have called it out from eons before.
Ennie meany minny moe, you already picked eons ago. Now that you’ve decided to quit dying, perhaps you stop to have a spot of tea. The Rabbit has out his pocket watch, and the Dormouse is pouring out.
The Cheshire Cat is grinning that grin from ear to ear, the better to hear you with, and the cups are now full of mint tea, the plates full of raspberry tarts, and the best cucumber sandwiches, that ready cash could buy.
What leads from one story to the next is anybody’s guess, and the mathematics of random equations getting in the soup, are common, so the answers tend to vary, tending on which way the wind is blowing.
We take great care to mention that not only are you reading the story, you are in the story, and what seems to be our story of telling, is rather telling that you are here while we are there, and both are the same place in time.
To not die is to live more than a little, it is to live a lot, and to find the joy, even if you have to go digging for it. What amounts to just a hole in the dirt, can be so much more than that.
Remember, the Red Thread is filled with color, and color brightens the day, sews it into stitches of laughter, and mends broken hearts. The equations of numbers adding up; one, two, three, spoken with true letters.
Closure:
Remember, as you say your A,B, C’s, D is not for die, D is for dive deep into the breath of what your body knows, and let it speak.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
