The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 July 5th Issue
The Garden Speaks In Many Ways And The Guardian Listens
Introduction:
Folding through the sleeve of your long-gowned robe, you consider the Magical as possibly Home.
The Garden Speaks In Many Ways And The Guardian Listens
The breeze comes through, and the whisper you hear, carried by the Wind, is what you are in place to hear. Placement is timely, and spacely, so that what you are readied for is set into its coordinates and matched to yours.
The Guardians within the Garden are both visible and invisible, and appear in a myriad of ways. Listen deeply and you can hear the voices of the plants around you, the flowers and herbs speak either to you or to their friends.
Consciousness is so expansive, and so inclusive, that should you run into the thought of limitations, remember that what wants to limit wants to limit. We can exclude ourselves from limitation, by requesting the opening that realms in Compassion, Love, and Well-being.
To realm something in, you must intention your energetics and allow yourself to become gardened. How are you going to plant yourself more deeply into the soil of your own dirt?
And, of course, the answer is plant yourself exactly where you are, and listen to what is invisible, so that it can become visible and in form you.
We are lasting through the time of complexity and reaching into the abyss of simple, the bridge of ease overcomes the stress of striving, and is allowing us to be able to gain our own entrance.
The Garden is speaking and we hear the most outlandish tales, such stories of wonder that we sometimes forget where we are and what it is exactly that we are doing. This is the Mystery inside gardens.
Once we keep going, instead of stopping, more opens up to us, and we can gauge the length and breadth of the distance required to fold the Paper of our Awareness, so that the stitching needed can be accomplished.
The invisible conversation is the one that is to you, and it illuminates your path ahead, so that your desires are aligned with the visual needs necessary to complete the proximity of center to circumferic curve.
When you allow the mystery its room, the curve is a foregone conclusion, which elaborates the rounding of exactitude and the movement forward with witness to yourself and others.
Compassion is the cornerstone of all that Love abides, and the ease comes in the willingness to be present to the levitational qualities of magic. The Garden was never a judging factor, nor ever will be.
The Ancient conversation soothes the Soul and brings solace to the nerves, so that as you employ your own creative nature, you can relax the fibers network of your physical body, and become the Solomon’s Seal of your own being’s Portal.
When you endeavor to advance the creative spirit in the 3rd-Dimension, you must be willing to listen deeply, as the Guardian instills within you the fortitude to resonate through the mixed media of Presence.
The writing of story is an age old endeavor, yet always new to the moment it is told in. This creates the time field registries, which yield space an opening.
The Portal openings are regulated by the flow of molecular resonance, in a succession of perpendicular speed rate activation. The energy is held until the active witnessing is able to participate as completion occurs.
The Garden is filled with this geomatric rotation, and through this, the story of flower unfoldment can develop without distortion.
The Bee resonates its notes of witness and acceptance, and the flower yields space into time, and the resulting honey occurs.
We come into the Garden to learn to harvest ourselves and express our deepest heart-felt emotions. All is understood and accepted within the Garden, and the Garden’s Guardian regulates the flow of energy motion from one being to the next.
Our Fibered Existial Mode is set to remain steadfast in the ways of the Red Thread, and the needled motion is sewn into the woven story of telling the Ancient unfoldments, within the insightual volume of TEA, transcendent energy awareness.
Alice shows up in times like these to make clear that mathematics and alchemy are 1st cousins and related by bloodline to the unfolding letters of numbered stories.
We have over 150 books, filled with stories of the unfolding consciousness as it is mapped and navigated through passages too narrow to stick your foot through, yet we managed to get the story out through thick and thin.
The Twiddle Twins, dum dee dum dum, are always ready to mark your course, with an ‘of course’, so that your won’t be taken for granted, and your can find your way back to where you first started your story.
Travelers are a hardy lot, and marking their way comes with the territory, so when you read something that mentions the fantastic, or the unusual, or wildly preposterous, then you know you really are inside something deeply authentic.
When entering into the Garden Plan, both seeing and not seeing is believing. The Fey are so adept at finalizing your sight, so that what you think is what you get, whereas, to imagine the incredible will get you further down the path, than to plug up your eyes and cover your ears.
There are many ways of coming to the center of something, and one of the ways is to ask the Garden Guardian for advice. And listen to the resonance that is vibrationally entering into conversation with your question.
Alice was full of questions, because she was brave enough to ask them, she got her answers, all laid out in checkerboards, castles, queens and knaves, a dormouse, a cat, a caterpillar, a Mad Hatter, a white rabbit, a pocket watch, and a mathematician worth his salt.
We are scribed within our own molecular makeup, the salt of our waters carry information, cell salts remedy many things and call for garden tea, small cakes, and perhaps a scone now and again.
There is never a loss for words in a story, and the numbering system of letters, going backwards and forwards can be a bit overwhelming, but if you stop to listen, and no better place than in a Garden, then you will find much given to you, as if by Magic.
The Ancient Art of Storytelling is further ago than speech, but consciousness pre-dates science and can go places that reach and stretch the imagination, until it finds the words for it. There the folded becomes Round and the Square fits nicely inside its curved nature of becoming.
The Dreamscape Avatars have arrived lately, and their presence has shifted all our worlds, enough so that the stories they tell are just now unfolding. We are so excited, not only for ourselves, but for you as well. There is much to say.
Once we have set the Table, the meal can begin, and what you feast upon, with both eyes and ears, will wet your appetite for more. This is the Maine Course, and with it comes dessert.
Distance is such a odd behavior that when confronted with its meaning, you can simply leap beyond it, using your skills as a traveler and the mathematics of folding. To yield to your skills is to embrace your Threadial Nature.
The connected forces of Will that now gather Galactically enable us to feel the fortunate of belonging. We not only belong to this world, but many others, and we realize that grace flows thorough the Galaxy.
The folding volumes of information give us the content we need, to survive, remain, and relocate. We are ready for the inner and the outer, and we are not alone.
We can now comfort ourselves and the radiance of those who have come to comfort us, seen and unseen. We have, and we do not have all we need at this time, and it makes no difference, because we will be given to.
The memory initiates this timing, where we fold the future into the cradle of the presence, and we rock it home. We are counted and counted on, we are being moved and we are moving.
We are being set and reset, and the mapping of the new Avatars is essential in this Mycelial Imprintation. We live and we become lived. We are told the story of ourselves many times over, and we are quieted in our need, because we know we make it through.
Many times in my life, I have been told the future before it comes, and it is only done to reassure me in the future I made it through. I read I made it through, as I begin walking through.
I know the curve, because I made the turn, I know what’s in the dark, because I’ve been there when it was lit. But then I know it lights its way.
I knew about the kundalini and what to do, because I wrote about it for the future in my past. I know what binds and what loosens. We are never really left alone in the dark.
We have always been there before, and we have a map of it lit. We are never with something strange, because we have always met it before, and it feels familiar.
We are not given a grade, because we already took the test, and we know we passed, because we began the course. The nature of the past is always flooded with the light of the future, and we follow this light into the direct vision we need.
There is no unrequited love, because this love is what builds this love, that we are now. Memory makes us more confident, but it is not the only way we live in safety, safety made Real is a future science, that creates our now.
The full feeling of the jar of Water, with the addition of pebbles, is the light the Raven brought into the world. We drink when it seems we cannot drink the Water, we add the weightiness of the world, adding it to the Water, so we can quench our thirst.
We are the runabouts that runabouts of all the runabouts are about. Then we learn to sit still and wait. We were once said to be noble and fine, and those who remember us are here now, to help us remember us.
So take in the shining patterns, because they are memories of your greatness that already is and was and is again.
We, as Guardians and Avatars of the dreamscape, remember your mind, your minding, and have mapped your positions to find your way Home; home to your heart, home to your Heart of Gold, home to your Golden Dream, home to your golden patterns, shining all over the world.
We come forward in this work, in face and pattern and language to thread the Golden Weave, through your landscape and pattern a Dream that you want to wake up into.
We are the initiating factors of world resilience, redefined, golden threaded, creating freedom from masked presence of time.
The incarnational granite is based in Maine, and it incurs from within its solidarity, its ability to fine-tune the future. Permeate your life now with the seeded world of Gaia, and crack open the delicious meat of the seeds, and flower, and herb, and plant.
Make your oils and tinctures, butters and pates, pastes and ointments to firmament yourself for the advancement of Trees.
Bring to the table all that you have gathered up, and share the contents with yourself, so that what you have gathered can speak easily, with agility, and with grace.
The veil has parted and those who are willing to see will see, and those unable to bring themselves to see, will remain trying. Lose your trying and Bee, as the flower of your blooming is already set upon the Table.
This is the part of the story where your part is ready, and the ease is put to you. Allow your vision to accept the wild hare, and let time open up space, with its ability to grace you with the up and coming.
We are more than ready, and the ease is to be embraced, with its oddity of not seeming ease initially, but the ease comes with the coming, and the sight is restored of the future now firmly in the present.
To be present for the unfolding, to be present for the art of visual acuity, seeing what others do not see, is to be able to hear the silence of the guardians as they safe-guard your movements.
We are granted peace, we are making it up and in so many ways is our only potential thread, that will move through the needle, and create a new way of Being.
So let it happen, make it up, make it up far and wide, deep and high, totally impossible and then thread it through into your Sacred Cloth of Witness.
Each one of us reads the letters as they advance themselves across the deep rich black space of time, distance comes closer to hear what we are thinking, what we are feeling, and what we may say.
The Rabbit Whole is complete, we have fallen Down and gotten Up, the Table is still there with its Long Spoons pointed in the direction of your neighbor. Feed them and you are fed yourself.
‘Curiouser and curiouser’, said Alice. The Garden smiled.
Closure:
Wrapping up your Wisdom, into a small Box, where it can emerge huge in your Life.
