The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 July 19th Issue
The Conversation Of Plant Life Is Totally Understood Introduction:
Welcome to living, let’s see if we can find our way to more life. Thank you, with much gratitude to Mozart.
The Conversation Of Plant Life Is Totally Understood
While other parts of the Galaxy fully understand the sentience of plants, we are just now coming to the realization that there is more to a plant than what got planted.
Just as, you yourself, are more than the beginning to you, with the unfolding of you throughout your own life, and the gathered threaded information woven into your makeup, allowing you to move forward with greater ease.
So, in order to fully appreciate the inner voice of the Garden, you must come to a clear understanding of your own inner workings. Gather yourself up, sew to speak, and make use of your fibered existence.
We are creatively involved with the Fey Realm, and our work, from its beginning rang true with the natural voice of Gaia, and the spoken of the Mother Tongue.
As we progressed through the landscape of the inner realms, we grew our language from the deep soil of its own fertile nature.
The ease was always available, and as we became more fluent in the for ‘in’ language, we became more versed in the Mycelial rooted network of depth, and resonance that It shared.
What was once told, can now be Twice Told, of the way language is the resonance of light and sound, textured into the inner matter of the physical, by way of the wider consciousness.
Our Red Thread Garden holds us swaddled and cared for, as we enter ever more deeply into the center core of listening.
We understand the ease with which the sunlight and air, the water and heat, hold an alchemical resonance that produces an atmosphere and environment that nurtures.
Making the Papered Awareness a folded perception, a Squared perspective, allows the curve to be felt as it becomes the forward motion of your own step into Realm Awareness.
The circumferic measure marks the pace with the speed rate, and makes easy the turn of moment that registers sentience within the environment. As we follow the radius to the center, we orbit the reason for travel.
Movement creates distance and Time uses gravity to create the curve, producing the round of Circle as the inward motion enters the Realm of Black Whole. Light enters and is consumed, in order for the transfer of whole to complete.
Completed, the entry is portaled, so that the travel is folded and creased into rate speed that allows consciousness to enter matter beyond limitation.
When you Portal within a Garden, you transport yourself from one initiating thought to another receiving thought, send and receive.
This allows you to gather your wits about you, and your wits witness your transformation, from one being into another, a more robust being, one that understands the fundamental attributes of changing.
Every day changes, far more than most realize, it’s because things look so so familiar, but in reality what’s before you is before you, before you were awake, before you witnessed wave into particle.
Papered Awareness is the awareness of particle, the page that folds, bends, and creases, is the wave as it rolls its roundness into the next following thing. As though you were reading a story from your thoughts.
Alice is fired up today, ready to go at it, to get it done, to manage all the chaos into a resemblance of unlimitedness in the right Pitch, the right Note, the right Tone, the E of elegance, elation, elevation, excitement, and expression.
The right foot steps lively, and we are carried afar, adrift, and about to set down on Nu territory. The place is completely familiar, yet you know for a fact that the alchemy has changed.
If the alchemy has changed, then what you see is all the more Potent, more reliable, more indicative of the Existial Presence within the out-pouring notions, of buttons and threads, spools and needles.
We sew ourselves in so well, that we forget that we are the pattern makers of the marks, leaving so many trails of discovery, that we never miss an expression of the Mystery.
Gardens provide so much of this activity, and with the atmosphere unfolding throughout the day, Alice is able to track the Cheshire Cat, even with his cloaking abilities, otherwise she would never be able to get him to join her for Tea.
Long tables, with Long spoons, and tall glasses of icedtea, provide refreshment for those in need of a reset, or a make-over, or a time out, which happens often, if you are worth your own Salt.
Your, our, Salt worth is determined by our willingness to deeply listen, and this listening comes at great endeavor, an endeavor that transcends limitational logic.
Galactically speaking, the Garden does just that, and to understand the translated momentum from one Galaxy to the next is no easy matter. Matter must be sewn into place through Intention.
The Mother Tongue allows language to be omnidirectional, and this moves thought from a photonic wave to a mattered existence, language being thought up, up being elevated, elevated being levitational, levitational being beyond the bounds of gravity.
When you wake up, either from a nighttime of sleep or a forgetting you know, there is no waiting to get going, because you are already going, no matter the speed rate.
Going is thought, going is language, going is sitting still and listening, going is listening, going is being ready while sitting still. Meditation is going. Doing is next.
So, if a needle is pulling thread, and Red is the color to look for, listen for, then you will indeed hear the color of motion, as you move from thought to thought, idea to idea, and ingest the food of memory.
The familiar is food, so that the mind will never starve of malnutrition, and what was thought lost can never be truly missing, or misplaced. Rather the Nu will incorporate the nuances of Sound and weave a better, stronger cloth of well-being.
The language of plants increases your knowledge of the intricate nature of connection. Connection is robust and fertile in the Garden, it increases your own yielding nature, by rooting you into the Gaiac Presence of realization.
Being Real on Gaia is no mistake, no accident, no misplacement, but rather a very exact, precise position, that creates the timing needed in the space provided, to exact a rendering of the precisional you.
To realize is to be in tandem with the resonance that feeds all life. The Sun, Ra, sending endless messages through Light, translated into atmosphere, environment, and food through; Air, Water, Fire, Earth, Metal.
Each a keepsake of Love, Compassion, and Well-being. In an effort to remember, remind, matter, the Sun completes the sending continuously rotating its planets, in their roundness, to move and motion others to do so, as well.
We are never stationary, no element is stationary, there are no fixed stars in the firmament. Only ever are there places expressing creativity. The creative language is motion through expression.
Books move worlds, words move books, language moves words, language is matter folded, creased, bent, and corrugated into a Papered Awareness sewn into Time (distance) in a Space of swaddled.
Each flower, herb, and plant, knows exactly what you know, if it is in your presence, because they are intimately connected to your root system of Gaia. There is no compartmentalization, separation of realities, rather a folded language storied into existence.
We are fortunate to have such a system of awareness, that we can rely on to help guide us, connect us to a larger picture, one that makes ready the ease with the doing.
We make ready, and do the work of listening, as does Alice, as she listens to Lewis Carroll, add up his sums, and divide out his letters, into passages that she can follow.
Written, spoken, all sewn into the fabric of our makeup and the truth of our ways. We are grand beings from all over the Galaxy, assisting in the telling of more than learned. We are the Felt of Fey in the Realm of Story Told.
This allows us to unfold the marking, and mark the making, with relevance in your world, as well as ours. No two worlds are alike, they are each other made expressly to tell their own stories.
Conversing with the life around you, is speaking in tongues, many tongues of many worlds, because plants don’t just come from this world.
The Language of Trees is a plant life of another world than Gaia, it permeates our world with a consciousness of contour, a scent and reach. The palming of a Tree is a palming of a hand, that reaches from the center of its roots.
The ascension language of growth is airified by plants. We are like Alice, smaller in a larger world, that is a bit upside down. This world often does not know if it is rooting up or down.
If only we always knew the direction, but sometimes it is actually very hard, to know whether you are Alice, before Wonderland, or after.
You cannot quite see what table holds the key; the table of numbers, the table of letters, the table of elements, the table of size, the table of minerals, the table of water, the table of equilibrium, the table of content, they all talk, but which one fits your needs now?
Which mixes do we make to balance; more color or less, more black or white, the table of less, the table of volume, the table of frequency, high or low, the table of sound and pitch, the table of breath, large or small, inside or outside, quiet or noisy, meditative or activated?
All this language is going on all around us, and everything seems to talk of something else, but the question is, is that something relative to us?
Sometimes you can see it, if we’re in a very certain place, other times we are kind of lost to all its diversity, and you wonder which one are you a whisperer for. Do you have any that you magically are attuned to, or gifted to?
If you line everything up in a row, will you feel certified?
How does one get certified, in all this diversity? How does one feel sure that one knows enough, to plug into the right socket?
These sockets are very specific, and they have little mercy if you are wrong. Merging one connection to another, you could get the wires crossed, and somehow electrocute your very own system, so you want to get to know the Motherboard.
You notice they call it the Motherboard, and that is for a very good and big reason. If you concentrate on the Motherboard, you’ll be able to connect to everything safely, and you’ll know the program of all the language that connects on the Motherboard.
How many queues do we get, and are they interested in our safety or theirs? The Mother knows, and she will keep you safe as you examine content.
What is this day talking about? What is the alchemy when you go to bed, and the alchemy when you wake up? Is it alkaline or is it acid, is it expanding? Knowing all this keeps your wires straight and connected, in a very magical alchemical way.
You don’t need to figure it out, that’s when we’ll get our wires crossed. You need to taste it, feel it, smell it, that is essential in knowing our trade of consciousness activating.
Kind of like in the movie Mouse Hunt, the expert had to know the alchemy of the mouse, the unknown small type that lives in our underworld.
So let our memory fold around this, and see if we can lay down a framework, for an alchemical board. Each world, in this world, is activated by the desire to live in community, no matter how big or small.
No matter how seen or unseen, no matter how instinctive, or figured out. We are the essence of a navigator, spooling a thread to sew a rip, that was made from an alchemical greed.
The push and pull of a move above and below is a requiem for life, but thanks to Mozart, who tried to play it out, and lived inside of it and played it out, and was buried in a pauper’s grave, but lives more permanently than most any life, in any time.
He played out requiem so loud, that the world has begun to forget to die. Is that happening to you? Did you forget to die yesterday, did you forget to die last week, did you forget to die last year, did you forget to die last night?
Oh my god, are you still living? You are living on your memory loss. People are living longer, because of Mozart, they are forgetting to die, that is all there is.
Not that they are eating well, taking vitamins, going to the gym, meditating, or becoming more conscious. They are suffering from the memory loss of dying.
Mozart may be in the grave, but we are not, and he’s come back again to live, and live, and live. He played like a child that remembered before he was born, and he remembered that more than dying.
He is the only one that could write music, to play us back into life. So just sharpen up those ears, and listen to life more, and every time you do you will forget to die.
Closure:
Stemming our way through the stem cells of us stemming our way through Gaia. Each stem and twig whispers life into you and you forget to hold your breath.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
