As Each Pattern Weaves Into Another We Begin by Clarity Artists

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity 1

2024 February 18th Issue As Each Pattern Weaves Into Another We Begin Introduction: Quickening threads of gold and copper, silver and reed, quicken our world and freeing up our weaving.

As Each Pattern Weaves Into Another We Begin The Red Thread weaves its way through the breath you take, and we catch the thread so that what we hear, feel, see, and taste comes clear to us. We are fed by its information, its Pulse, its connection to the Mother.

What was once common knowledge, is now left to the story-tellers, and we come over to the knowledge through the sweet and bitter, the soft and the hard, the fair and unfair. 4

The ease has now come into the center of need, and what we want shows itself by the beat of note, the rhythm of the heart, and the bloodline of ancient folk.

Now that we are aware of our lineage, we can move forward, no need for proof, as the alchemical knowledge within us is the mark that makes the crease and the written available. 5

In the ensuing millennia, we have managed to remain stead-fast and present to the desire that makes the story open to read within this time-frame.

We feel the resonance that spans eons, and is yet so timely as to be present for our needs. The animal/ mammal/spirit that we all are hears beyond the ear, tastes beyond the tongue, and sees beyond the eyes. 6

We are a multiverse corrugated within the folds of bone and tissue, organ and cell, truly resonators that pick up and exude sound vibrations audible and inaudible. The page turns and we hear the paper slide from one position to the next.

From head to toe, we must be ready, we must be aware that what is unfolding is what most needs to Be. The helping of something being, something needed that brings joy, compassion, and well-being is worth what it takes to land here. 7

No sooner are we steady, than we are ready to admit that we emit the frequency of ancient/present/future in all our colorful ways. To paint the future, to write the next, to draw the present into the folding language of more than enough, is to be open to the magic of becoming.

The Papered Awareness of a thing, is that the thing is sentient, and therefore never ever an object. Far beyond the layers of microscopic illusion, there are the intentions of creation, and creation is forever allowing new to blossom. 8

The Flower of Life and the Tree of Life and the Garden of Life are all within the Garden Plan, and the radius from center to its furtherest reach is circumferic to the Round within the Square.

Reaching past the fold and elongating into the next, transcends the limitational equations of measure and weight. The Red Thread pulses the beat along the bers and the weave breathes along the lines of given.

We give into the unknown, the Mystery because we want to be held by something bigger than we are, and by doing so we are given the gift of creativity to be fed by our own mind, our own heart, our own way forward.

Each step given, each step taken, as the letter places itself, one in front of the other, until the sentence is made and the paragraph is built, and the meaning is sensed into completion. 10

Just now, your eyes, and mind, and heart, as well as your ears, saw, thought, felt, and heard this that you are now aware of, and these letters carry you along to the color encoded, there you taste what you nd.

The taste of Nu is in the air, we all feel it, many fear it, many are excited by it, many are unsure, but to be in the time of Nu has a great advantage, Nu has an alternative way about itself that will support and bring ease.

We all know how needed that is, we all know that it is hungered for, and we know that the Long Spoon is reaching across the table to the mouths open in anticipation for their hunger to be fed.

To be then able to fed another; the nutrients, the avor, the frequency, the taste, the di erence, the newness, is to be inside the story you are reading, as the letters form an alpha-beat that rhythms you forward.

We are grown to our task and we are picked for our advantage, and being the time that takes 35 years to fully ripen, is no easy task, necessary or not.

We are writing now inside of ourselves and what was once thought impossible, is now possible, and now is the Nu now, no longer the old now of last. Before is both in front of and behind. 13

There is the before of it has happened before, as in the past, and there is the before that has happened in the before future. Time is ckle, and runs in both directions, which makes Alice’s Rabbit Hole at least twice as deep.

We are in Nu territory here, far far from the Land of the Dead, beyond the ancient Egyptians, the Sumerians, the Ur-teckians, the ones with no names, the before and the here afters.

Placement has no place other than center, and that point is well taken, and well Rounded, so that the Square accelerates the future into the present moment. This causes us to be moleculed into matter, and conscious of Being.

The story lines itself up and folds itself into the pages of entry, so that what we have heard is met with the completion of corrugation made Real. Velveteen or not, we must realize how real we are. 15

Sideways or upside down does not matter, we are omnidirectional in content and intent, and the coloration we are is supposed to be that way. We suppose so that we can register sound incoming toward us.

The notes that follow sew, are bered in resonance, so that the wholes that are pierced through by the needle are set into an arrangement that suits the purpose. Purposed are the words, so let the white of what you know comfort you.

The white light of you is lit up in the night sky, and the formidable is tantamount to the eclipse of limitation, and the grandeur of acceptance. We are in the story, truly, as are you.

What make you of this development, this predicament, this Rabbit Hole? To turn from one world to the next takes a courage than none of us thought we were capable of, but we’ve done it. 17

Perhaps it is why we have become so tired, so achy, so out of sorts at times, so disconnected feeling, so longing for something to take hold and set us to rights.

This is such a time, and we are lucky to even have a chance at knowing it, it is not for the feint of heart, or the loose of bowel for that matter, though it does happen at times. 18

When we can gather ourselves up and put ourselves down to the task, we are very capable of seeing beyond what was to what can be. The Hivial Mode of community that the Bees have is the blueprint of the deepest Mycelial network rooted into our world.

The Trees take root in this, and we are wise to follow where those branches lead. We are within the rings of pattern that the Original Pattern is, and we are able to read the letters, sentient by sentient. 19

The Pocket Watch hangs by a thread, and the weave is so silken that we feel safe within its grasp. We grasp Time by the Space we are in, and as we Square our perspective, we accelerate the motion of our movement into Wholeness times Compassion.

Casting far and wide, we cast o the old burdensome weights of what was placed upon us, the lead weights, the outworn patterns, the rejected failures given out for us to try. We only give in to what makes us visible to what lights.

The golden weaving, of the threads of this time, lay down upon us, and make us make room enough to remember Home, and why we are here, and why we have come, and what is it we are to do.

If it has eluded us in any moment in time, we now renew it deeply, deeper than a life, deeper than a soul, all the way back into our Existial, that planted the Seed of us eons ago. 21

We are given, and we are required, and we bend over into ourselves, and fast away our memories for safety. We are a narrowed consumer, that is channeled into an Existial Plan, that discovers us each day.

We dream it, we become it. You can begin over and over again, but you are always in the same place of beauty. You are revived by your own meaning, and you recover your aws, and you unite them with perfection, and you get done with the argument, the arguments in this world are heinous.

Flawing your aws into darkness, not allowing you to speak up for your beauty, taking out all the right action, and covering it up with wrong action.

Right action was in the beginning, wrong action is in the middle, where you og the sins of the misunderstood. Where you allow the King to be your master, instead of your Prince.

You jail yourself, instead of allowing the Prince to t you with the magical shoe, that does not pinch your dreams, that allows him to match his King with your Queen.

Every time you use your gender to bow into perfection, you allow your beauty to be in love with your beast. To tally up your sins, and allow a country to be annihilated out of judgment is what this world, that we now live in, is in the process of doing.

This we must say no to in every moment of this time, so that beauty can return within us, and be wedded to our most beastly qualities. If we don’t, they will wed us to theirs.

Each day, each morning, each thread must rise the light of the Golden Dream, that allows the beast to be accepted, protected, and loved, so that we can all be awless, and our beastly ways are transformed, into the perfection they are.

Listen and you will become the beast, listen deeply and you will become beastly, listen deeply in every moment and you will become the complexity of Beauty, and the Beast, and the territory of Sovereignty.

When we love the Beast in us, we will transform the annihilating factor of genocide. To become threaded with the Golden Crown of self-awareness is to master the heights of yourself, and these heights are felt as dominion, and we must climb these steps of initiation to utilize the wand of our consciousness.

We do not strike down, we build up, we do not punish, we listen and reward, we do not censer, we take time to hear, we do not astonish, we recognize and understand, this is what truly keeps us safe, honored, and magical.

When the noise begins to move through the forest of Fey, they know you have come to speak, to speak of belonging, to speak of awe, and the All within the Awe.

You do not believe in the annihilation of ones that feel awed, look awed, act awed, because they don’t match your obligations of beauty.

You love your beast, so you can see them as Beauty, not judged of their hair, their eyes, their limbs, their longing , their resemblance to nature in all ways, you made peace with your own ways of appearing in this world.

Here you rise long to become old, but in other places they rise old to become young. Here we must learn how to do both, and feel the joy of the beginning in the end, and the end in the beginning, then we don’t live in a time de cit.

This world, at present, is in a time de cit, and it is being reset without a de cit at all. Tick tock, the Rabbit no longer carries a clock, but rather, keeps time by his thumping feet, lucky on both counts.

When we come to understand that the under o er as much, if not more than the above of everything, then we have at least twice as much of the telling as ever before, the before, remember, comes from both directions, past and future.

Never has there been so much confusion and so much clarity at one time, and since there is only ever one time, the merging takes some getting used to. How is it something merges, or can merge, with something that isn’t?

One merging into one is a tricky wicket, and takes more than balls to understand. What hoop must we pass through, what is at stake, and what is the point of it all.

Questions have answers, they always do, and the awe of All is far more present than any equational misrepresentation. We are not smoke and mirrors, we are eshed out bones and organs, tissue and cells, we meet at the corners of things and spell out what stories us into heights.

We thread our way, beyond the in nite reach of a bending crease, and we see what beauty lies in the natural unfolding of our consciousness, beastly as it seems at times.

We pocket our watching, and we move forward with Grace, sewing the stitch letter by letter, until reaching the end, we double back, and begin again the next line.

Our numbered equation rides on the letters of the words you spell out, and the spell casting is simply the same as worm castings. What you move through, moves through you, providing composing for the next tick of the tock.

The clock that isn’t, never runs out of time, this is the space you are now in. Alice curls her nger towards you, and you know there is another Rabbit Hole to explore.

Closure: Taking in to perspective a new tutelage, we begin to speak copper.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity