The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 July 26th Issue
Sitting In The Red Thread Garden Is Rich Loam For Words
Introduction:
Feeling the folded origamic pleasures of a flower, we enter the Garden with more humility and grace, for our future perspective.
Sitting In The Red Thread Garden Is Rich Loam For Words
We are so enamored by our Garden, she is rich and full, ripe and luscious, filled to over-flowing with the sentience of plant and animal life, and the Trees oversee the arcing canopy of our conversations.
We speak daily to the herbs and flowers, and they us, so that the ease of being awake to their needs, as they are ours, are met. The insights, bursts of creative expression, flow into one another and we are grateful.
Alice appears regularly, as a reminder that Lewis sings his mathematical carols in every way, adding great storytelling to our palette and the ease of listening. The magic of the Garden happens when you are ready to take in all it has to give.
Furtherest than the longest fingers can go, the rooting seeds us, and we grow along with each year’s garden. This is the beauty of changing, and the bliss of receiving from the dynamic of Garden.
We seek and we find, a child’s game that is oh so serious, in that it expresses the desire to be found and to seek what you cannot see. The vision opens in the Garden, the flowers imparting their ability to resonate frequency in a ratio that circumnavigates the entire Garden of what Garden is.
We come to it through our own organic nature, we are expressing the desire to be deeply planted in the Terra Firma of Gaia, and to feel the depth of her desire for us to be present here, now, this moment, this breath.
Words spill out, like pollen, and we are pollenated, just as the flowers and herbs are, the Bee our agent of conveyance, our Fey Faire Fey, going from flower to flower, person to person.
We are rich in the reach to listen to what the Garden has to say, and we are always given to, because nurturance is what the Garden does so exquisitely well.
It is as if we are embroidered into the fabric of both atmosphere and environment, one that sees no limit, sees only the impossible unfolding into reality. It takes a willingness to be able to receive the fractal unfolding of what Garden truly is.
If looking from above, at the bloom, there is depth that travels down the stalk of leaves, all the way down to the soil. That 3-D depth, and all that is within it, is the calling of sight that opens you to the fractal vision that scenes itself with simple complexity.
The words within the Garden, whether in conversation, or within the lines written, are Guardianed by the Gorgon, a Presence so fierce in its commitment to Safety Made Real, that we are assured there is some place within the universe that we can land our Consciousness into a Matter of physicality.
The Papered Awareness gathers together the infinity of expression and bends, folds, creases, and sews the words into the lettered consciousness necessary to convey the invisible into the visible.
Each act of writing, painting, drawing, pulls into frame the invisible, so that the matter it becomes, matters to you in a way of Magic, that is so familiar, no one thinks a thing about it anymore.
There once was a time that this line of creative acts was thought to be the conjuring that toppled empires, and led to radical change. It was guarded, and many times suppressed.
Today, the Garden allows the Nu to flourish, because it is Guardianed by Tolerance, Love, Compassion, and WellBeing. The Gorgon sees to this through its immense deep focus.
The radial light that floods the atmosphere, feeds the environment, illuminates the fibered existence, so that what was thought can become seen, either physically or holographically projected.
Between every layer of the written there is a heard that levels the depth, so the understood can breath more easily. In the making of this time, there is a thin layer of crust that hears.
So nothing is missed, nothing is not heard on some level, and the sequence of thought is calibrated through the intuitive initiation position of knowing.
We often think that our thoughts are not spacious enough, but actually they are much more than that. They are the creators of Space, that makes the folds that corrugate and connect thought into a solar system of potentiality.
When the above meets the below it is eons of waiting, when one side touches the other, it’s enormously rare, and when it happens it creates many ways of connecting.
The Portal of Distance always knows what is going to be held, and what is not. What will not hold has a lack of cords that will not connect.
The constitutional awareness that creates a right to fold and bend, to stop and go, to flow and unflow, is an awareness that has been fought for.
Each embodiment created another layer of the facilitation of this, and finally the full discovery of the ease within it. The human episode of living is causational, and creates a force of strength that imprints upon the Existial Awareness.
The first primary position that is now needed is allowed to move to the front, so that the ease registers throughout the Causal Plane. First being imbued with Yes, and allowed to further the forward reach into heard.
Written encodes the marks of make, and increases the ease of effort, so that the remembered is counted on, and the numbered letters their way forward into memory.
The Salt is scored, and the Mer is whetted for appetite, as the increase in savored is flavored with notes of nurtured.
To be nurtured within the context of text, and the brilliance of story, allows ease to enter the Door of Portal.
Garden is Portal, Garden is Door, and the two converge, so that the territory can be immense, yet small as a postage stamp.
Rounded are the curves within the Garden, and the travel is unencumbered with luggage. Traveling light, traveling photonic energy, brings a wide array of abilities into play.
Play being the most ancient of skills, play being the most ancient of tools, play being the language that uses the deepest imaginational bends, folds, and corrugation.
Garden causes the body to come to rest, to rejuvenate, the regenerate, and finally to create within its boarders. This leaps the imagination beyond limitational logic, and lifts the spirits into enlightened humor.
When humor is played, the gravity is shifted into a carrier of goodwill and change un modified by choice. Play allows randomness to enter through the Door of Synchronicity.
In a protected space, this expands the expression, so that the highest level of empathy can be released into the atmosphere and change environments quickly.
Quick is the key to levity, and quick-witted is an attribute for those whose demeanor aligns with the Harmony of Souls. Laughter sounds, is heard in the Garden, multiplies its effects, and affects an entire continent.
Breaking through the barrier of limitation, we are able to thread our way through the Conscious Intention, and create a colorscape of line, and shape, and purpose.
Just as you would in your Garden Plan, be able to elaborate on mental constructs, and carry out the design in space/time and physicality, you can play through imaginational awareness and fulfill your Voice of Creativity.
Your circumferic measure amounts to the round that threads through the Squared Perspective, giving speed to the rate of conversational occurrences.
Conversation within and outside the Self Awareness, allows for the gathering of Salt Data, so that our Mer Self can group together the leading components that connect the Ocean of Knowledge to the Tree of Life.
The Mother Tongue speaks of connection and threads the woven fibered existence into the Needled Presence, so that the wave and particle harmonize their frequencies and elaborate their story into formational interior visualization, or in-formation.
Words inform the mind, so that the visual and the continued bring fantasy into fiction, and fiction into reality, thereby making real the intangible, the impossible and the Nu.
As we round the corner of the Squared Perspective, we see beyond limitational qualities that that stifle the Voice, and we nest into the Garden Plan, so that what is sacred remains Sacred within us.
Prospeced is the thought that gives, Holographiced is the thought that hears, Actualized is the thought that wills, Integrated is the thought that motions. We are these thoughts day after day, minute after minute, time after time.
The negotiated Self is willing to verbalize all this when acceptance is part of the passage. Corrugating one’s initiative is essential, because in the corrugation there is an unlimiting of negated space.
In the middle of everything there is Cause, and it moves through the connection of Soul to Life. All is responsive in the We of necessity, and the visual code is a negated map filled with marks of realization.
To realize is to move forward, to realize is to actively become the host of the Soul. There is a necessity at this time to become deeper threaded, so the connectial mode can gather cloth through the threaded nature of silken reliance.
Silken reliance being the foremost speed necessary to become fully threaded, as Soul. There is a threaded realization that knows itself as Silken Smooth, and this gives life to texture. When the necessary necessitates the meaning, there is a smooth silken registry. The fibered of Word becomes the tapestry of content.
When all is ready there is a registry of done, and the done memorizes itself as volume. The coded nuclei of what is center force, embodies a nurturing position of registry.
When the codial formalization witnesses the straight forward courage, there is a found position of relief. We breathe in our breath, as we codify our inspirational vision.
To become a nature of codification takes courage, one must witness oneself as the viewer, the view master, and the now ready.
The Garden is the progenitor of breath, and each moment we receive its gift, as we reach more deeply into the layers of what Life is and wants, what Life desires, what Life needs to be fulfilled in our registries, as we thread the Story-telling.
Into the fold, the crease, the corrugation, we erupt in story, and tell our deepest reach, as we arm the hand, and palm the notes of crease, into the Lifeline of Timeline, turned inside out and upside down, so that even Alice is impressed with the tale.
The Rabbit tells us the time of Story, Lewis Carroll adds and divides the remainders, so we are never caught in lack of words, feelings, or adventure.
This we count on, and the numbers and letters always add up and divide down, into the equation of Codial Formulations. This then, we can rely on, as we travel the depths of each Portal, into each landscape, each dreamscape, each colorization of Said.
Marking the rest with ease, and the rejuvenation with comfort, we realize we are the teller of Story, so ancient that the records of their keeping are assimilated with the cell of each Mer.
We swim in an Ocean of Words, and we convey the depth by diving deeper and deeper, so that we can impart the Ready to the Found.
Never lost, always in the before of last, we thread our way through to the parchment of page and the Papered Awareness of Map.
Once the Map is found, the marks read, and the contents assimilated, we are able to translate the time into Now and the presence into moment of this breath.
Nu is found in the most curious of ways, we stumble and fall across it many many times, and yet we never are the less for it, because we hold it in a fancy of delight, and a love for the oddities of Nature.
As spoken freely is a large concept and is rarely done, life is so full of limiting the Spoken Freely, that it can hardly re-create itself in a living way.
Tomorrow is my 77th birthday, a very magical number, July 27, 1947. I was born between the worlds, and given a codial space to travel back and forth through. I travelled in many magical ways as a child, but never saw them in the unique perspective that I now do.
What a determined will I had to live by to actualize the unique creativity that I now have. All the different magical angles I had to create to get myself through, my visionary compliance that was needed to navigate myself from here to here as a Soul.
Robert and I both have very identical visionary quests, both as unborn in a life threatening way. We did not comply with the criteria and number codes for this planetary awareness.
We lived in two worlds, identically shifting, until we came together 35 years ago. I was birthed more in compliance with flower and herb, word and compassion. Robert was more with crystal and gem, wood and elder, his flower being Robert’s geranium, the bloom buds caught with a feather.
The collages made, and chosen for this book have those relationships within it.
