The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
July 12th Issue
She Awakens In Us As We Paint, New Patterns of Seeing Introduction:
The frequency of our life becomes higher, and we enter a new level of auspicious.
She Awakens In Us As We Paint, New Patterns of Seeing
The Table is set; the brushes are out, the containers of Water are ready, the canvases sit, waiting for the ease to register its listening phrasing, and we are moving with the Expressive Connection.
As creativity grabs your ear, the body resonates its attunement, and you are captivated by the unfolding possibilities, potentialities, and potencies about to ‘come about’.
About, a word that conveys a bevy of altitudes, ones that levitate the moment, and bring forward the constructs that align themselves like little birds waiting for seed. We feed them, as they feed us, all of us at the feeder.
To create is to be fed and to feed others, if your intention is to do so. Ours has always been that, and the direction we have gone, is the one we listened to without judgement.
To trust is a pretty strong belief, to even feel you are capable of trusting deeper than deep, is an attribute that occurs to you when you strike out to create something new, different.
Alice has always been there for us, Lewis Carroll bringing so much to the Table, so much to assimilate, so much new to wonder about. About, here it is again, and it is the most advantageous of terms.
Come about, when on board a boat, is to maneuver a change in direction. Writing and painting come about, when you decide to change your direction from something else, to creating something new.
Once the edge is seen, you cannot forget it, and you are forever willing to expand the expression of expression. To say the most of new is to announce it to each and every ear within reach.
The Garden is reaching its newness this year, showing that something that Is, can change. Each year it is still the Garden, but each year the Garden is different, always creating itself re-newed, through the collaboration of those willing to lend a hand.
The canvases are ready for more, as we see our way through the unknown, and are able to come about at each and every turn. We listen to, and watch for, the changing currents of sound and color, shape and line.
This day is yours to do with, what is it you can create in the middle of the moment? What excites you that you can do while you are doing what you’re doing?
There are layers and layers to the all of everything, and you are no exception. The layer you are in comes from the layer you were in, before you came about. What direction is your bow pointed toward?
Our unfolding creativity has always led us to a safe port, and even though there have been times that the waves felt too high, or the shore too distant, we have managed to continue mapping the landscape of the inner life of Sacred Practice.
Alchemy, a sacred longing to impart gathered knowledge and share it with others, ones that are willing to receive what is being revealed, in a safe and auspicious manner. This is creativity being revered as expression, and allowing for safety and ease.
Once the threshold is past, the future becomes the present moment, and what the mathematics say about it all is, the numbers and letters remain equally in space and time. Your Papered Awareness allows you to feel the fold, the bend of Time and the curve of Space.
In order to create with ease, you are unfolding yourself as an expressionary alliance with the Spirit of the Red Thread. The needle penetrates the Cloth of Existence, and the result is a fibered weave that holds the story of telling how to make a mark of Nu.
Wrapped in the safety of the Garden Plan, you are able to flow with the Yoga of bending, stretching, and folding the angles of need into the fit of resonance. The fit is exact and the pull comes with the breath.
Breathe in the ease, pause, take time with the bend, and allow your wrist to curve to the canvas, as the brush desires to make connection, and hear the sound of color making its way across the surface.
Surface, yet deeper than the deepest ocean, the Water of Life flows through your veins and you remember the See of Sea, and the comfort of being rocked. We are children of the Sea and we remember our Home.
We MerMer it when we sleep, it is under our breath during the day, and we are close to the Salt of our lungs, as we turn over the dirt to plant a new seed.
This allows us solace, it allows us the grace we feel as we write, or paint, or plant. These ancient activities create within us a remembering, and the remembering counts us as remembered.
The Gorgonic hunger within our Garden is one of the hunger for creativity, creativity that holds safety as Real. A Tea Party could pop out at any moment, and the Cheshire Cat, with that undefeatable grin, will be happy to join us.
Gaia, surrounds us like a Garden herself, we take her in as a current wisdom, and we listen to the forces that she brings near us. We don’t always understand them and are not always even comfortable with them because some are strange and different in a rhythm that we have not put our feet to yet.
She is our rhythm maker, and we live in this small garden with this red fence, almost as if it was our whole world, because in a sense it is. From here we engage, support, re-set, and re-pattern the whole world in the needs given to us.
We have become a sanctuary of the breath of the Eden to re-set a balance in rhythm, pattern, and code. We are placed in a rhythm that resonates through the cellular, molecular makeup of what becomes us.
We are becoming, and are each day, ourselves, as we unfold the markings of our future within the ease of the present moment. To hear oneself crease and bend, is to be able to hear oneself fold and unfold with the storytelling as it is spoken.
Reaching forward and up, into the bliss filled ether, you are then able to count yourself blessed with the ability to create from what seems invisible into the realm of matter, when it matters enough to be present wholly.
The proof is beyond this realm of demand, and only comes to you unproofed, but solid and real nevertheless. Short on demand, the Real needs no proving, it only needs connection from its Source Being to another Source Being.
The Platonic solids play their building block photonic motion, within the resonating factors of the Red Thread, following the sound emanations of the Mother Tongue.
To tell the story of that, is beyond proof, and therefore allows you to imagine the possibilities, probabilities, potentialities, and ultimately the Potency of such a Story being Told.
To Paint, is to relay information that includes Story in a way of imagination made Real. This makes it safe to Be present in any Realm of Awareness. Light, Feeling, and Expression connect, and thread the weave together.
The Garden enriches the atmosphere, the environment, and the registries with Safe Space, this then accompanies us, as we travel beyond the bounds of our bodies, and map out the Galactic connections so necessary for this work.
The Avatars are companions that hold steady our mission of travel, each outing is one of discovery, excitement, and revelation, that encourages us to continue our work.
The last of these guardians we have done are Mer, but the they interact with the Garden like wind. They move between the leaves and blooms like an underwater garden, they communicate their frequencies to support Gaia. In their world, they are the Fire that moves through the Water, like Air through the leaves.
Their words are their frequencies and they know the frequencies that heal. They are accompanied by their language that radiates from them, and all can be kept safe within their presence.
The Oracling of behavior is resonance within them, and they know the levitation needed to move everything into a balanced sequence.
Even the frequency of their timing can calibrate all sequences into a balance dissolvement of obstacles. The delicacy of their demeanor is rich in particle awareness.
They have scored and re-scored so that the music of their movement is effortlessly received. When the timing of life consumes this naturally, the organic mechanism will embody life.
The spoken words of travel is more among the leaves, and the Trees guardian this mobility in the Garden. Between the worlds of their world, our world and Gaia, there is little difference in distance.
They are here and there, in the same time. We no longer need to concern ourselves with a distance that does not exist, but a difference that is huge.
We are negotiative in our light and they are Avatars in this negotiation. We heal and transport ourselves with their movement through our timing walls.
They employ the curve and the nature of the curve and the element of its building. The Grace becomes no void, and the access is immediate. We find and we hold the elixir of their giving, in a time of need.
The Mer within these Avatars is like droplets floating in a cycle of memory, of the language of Gaia. They remember the large and the small, the gentle and the forceful.
They awaken within us all, the gathering of purpose that we feel and register within our own Waters. The keeping of this nature of fluid knowledge, is essential in our world at this time.
We don’t even know all that there is to know, about these Avatars, but are so grateful for the beginnings to enter our work. Some say we have made up this work, and yes indeed, I hope so, because everything that is very important is done this way.
When we first saw the Avatars come to the surface of our world, we were elated that we had once again found one another, because in creating, you always find where you’ve been, newly discovered.
This amounts to the reason beyond reason, and the intuitive within the intuitive to be able to bring into existence something that is beyond the scope of what is known, into the Nu of newly discovered.
This re-discovery of the elements of opening allows the thread to be stretched into the next fold and the ability to refine the nuance of levitation, so that the reach becomes easy, and the understanding flows.
Besides, the ease with which we listen and allow ourselves the bliss of hearing, brings to us a vast amount of comfort into our body, mind, and spirit.
Making this trinary registry allows more light into the surrounding atmosphere and, as we see this new light, we know we are pointed in the right direction.
Whether there is a note that is whole and complete, or a color that registers the sound with a pitch and hue. Colors is a way we know our geography. Water, sand, tree, garden, plains, grass, we know how the land will nurture us by the color it gives.
The emotionary movement of elements is always filled with conversation, and the responsiveness of the world within it. We are beginning to associate much more in our environment with who we are.
Within in our lives we find deserts, nutrients, trees of gigantic growth, gardens of enormous nutrition and oceans of great depth, that we find other worlds within them.
This is the emotionary expression and emulations of a life lived to its fullest extent, one integrated with its own biospheric nature and relying on the organic rhythm within Cosmic Consciousness.
We are fully awake to the impulse of our creative nature, and in this we are fulfilling our willingness to be fed by all that feeds our nature, in its reach for the Red Thread of Papered Awareness.
We are deeply within our own story, and we are deeply within the Mother Tongue of story-telling, so that when color, sound, shape, and line come calling, we are ready.
This is a time of being ready, being open, being at ease within yourself, and a time to express your breath of creativity into the surrounds you find yourself in. Be in it, be of it, be inside of it, if you want to appear as Real to yourself and others.
If you are awake to yourself, you are threaded inside the weave of the story that is being written about you. Your thoughts write you into the fabric of your own weave, and the needle of I penetrates to the very core of who you are being.
Be yourself, claim the breath you are given, if you feel lost, ask to be threaded back in. In is when you want to be, in is where you are, in is what you came for, in is in you, not another.
We paint to en-lighten ourselves, and we share because this allows us to give to others as we have been fortunate enough to be given to.
The Garden is immense in its postage stamp acreage, and this torus is vast in its reach, both etheric and physical. Be prepared to amaze yourself, your vastness is endless, and your story worth listening to.
Closure:
Open to the imagination more than ever before, we start to understand what it builds out of.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
