The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 June 28th Issue
Whenever You Want To See More Clearly Just Step Into The Garden Introduction:
Clinging to the Source of our beliefs, we walk through the door of our disbeliefs.
Whenever You Want To See More Clearly Just Step Into The Garden
Said Alice, and you know when she’s quoting your title, before you’ve even begun to write what you’re going to write, and say what you’re going to say, well, just about anything can happen, can’t it.
We are caught up in the story of our lives, you and me, and with that very fact we can story ourselves through thick and thin, up and down, and even sideways if we have to.
And as the title says, if we want to see more clearly, it’s important to step into your garden. The Garden is your safe space, a space that nurtures you, gives you solace when you are in need of it, and makes you very happy to be within its embrace.
The magic in a garden is palpable, and because the life of flowers and herbs is so ephemeral, you can easily be transported beyond the scope of your imagination, because the fey folk are capable of expanding your view.
It was no accident that Alice found herself in a bloody Queen’s White Rose Garden, and where do you think the Queen was getting the red paint from….”Chop off their heads,” cried the Queen, in a fit of decorator woes.
In order to not not lose our heads, we must keep track of our wild imaginations, and make good use of them, otherwise we are wasting our time threading letter to number and number to sentence, and sentence to these paragraphic landscapes.
Our Papered Awareness is brought about by the Birch deva, and the over-lighting deva of Gaia. When these combine their energies, the forces of good are unleashed, and your life changes forever.
The good Will of the Garden is guardian to your Soul’s request to have color bend its way into form and function, so that what you see is what you get. But, underneath it all are the mycelial networks, interconnecting garden to garden, tree to tree, and flower to flower.
These connections allow the body to transfer thought to action and action to imagination, which is the cornerstone of creativity. This creative act instills resonance within the field of Gaia and nurtures her, as she does us.
This symbiotic connection is linked to your visual system of relay. Which is why, when you see the White Rabbit run past, you check your watch. What are you watching now? Your breath? Your stomach? Your mind? Your heart?
Pick a topic and enjoy what you are watching, because if you don’t, who will? “Who will” is another of the Caterpillar’s favorite phrases, and one that you should adopt, as well. You never know when you’re going to run into something that needs your attention.
Thread the needle smartly into your coat pocket, and you’ll always find time to whistle a tune pulling thread. There is no joking at a time like this, because things are quite ready to come upright.
If you’ve ever noticed you’ve fallen down a Rabbit whole, then at least didn’t end up all to pieces, and therefore were quite capable of finding your own way to the Tea Party and the table with the Long Spoons.
“Not everyone is as capable as you, and thus you must help people find their way, don’t keep this to yourself any longer”, said Alice, “time is important, because the numbers are connected to the letters, and the letters must go out.”
As the radius of your circumferic measure intones itself, there must be a corresponding note of outward expression, equal to the volume of input you’ve been given. The Dormouse is nodding her head, and waving her pin, to make the point.
The intoxication of the Garden is just what the healer ordered, and to inhale a lungful of garden is to be deeply nurtured by the fragrances as they waft your way. Something to write home about, for sure.
Your sight is restored and your attitude is adjusted and brought level to your surroundings. The more you include yourself in your day, the greater the effect you have on all that’s near to you.
Creating a resonance is one of the finest things you can do, a resonance that exudes love, compassion, and wellbeing for yourself and others. This the garden provides to all who enter her domain.
Writing becomes the garden of your lettered self, your Papered Awareness expresses your intonations and you watch as you become more and more aware of your own expression.
See what you see, say what you see, see from the inside out, let others come into your garden, and fold the pages, bend the fold, stitch the stitch, so that what was said remains, and the Self is gained in the gaining.
The curve is in sight, seen and noted, and the age of matter is resonating its reach, so that your stretch is not without purpose. The butterfly emerges when the time is ripe, and the harvest takes on a new meaning.
Seeing more clearly, look into the face of any blossom, and you will find a Soul staring back at you, filled with Grace and Presence, and reminding you of the same. What generous spirits are the Fey, and all their Realm supports us.
Come out of your old self, shed it like a coat, unlock the arms, empty the pockets, hang it up on the line, and get yourself over here, where the light bathes you in its splendor.
Your Nu Self awaits you over here. If you feel there, then come and feel here. Ease is the distance and grand are the steps, as you uncover the mystery to garden, and the opening of bloom.
We are not relegated to some past oldness, but rather to the Nu of Ger that augers in a time of spent, spent on the Shem of effort, the endurance of hope, and the elation of completion. Completion that brings in the Love, Compassion, and Well-being.
Your Threaded Existence is rooted within the center of your Existial Presence, and this Existial Mode is Codial, and prepares you for unfoldment. You are an open book to your Story, and the Story has the magic of words, encoded within them to advance you beyond the past.
By being in your Story, as opposed to being outside your own story, creates a revenue of abundance that brings positive results to what you need to sustain your endeavors.
The needle pushes through the fabric, and our woven nature is threaded into the weave of tapestry. Once connected, the ease increases, whether there is audience or not.
Sound carries across divides, over the abyss, and into the untended ear. This way the Dream pollinates the receiving factors built in by Mystery, so that no one can forever be outside their own Dream.
Dreaming Bringing happens when the need is greater than the obstacle, and the obstacle must give way to allow entry by resonance alone. The field resonance picks up both wave and particle, so that what was missed is regained.
Ease regains your composure, temperament, attitude, and ability to re-frame yourself. Breath brings ease, always. Breath opens Portal Doors, and allows movement to flow beyond judgement, contractions, and conditions set to limitation.
The Garden has always been a potent factor, it has been described as where we come from, and then we’re described as being thrown out of the Garden, but instead we are thrown into a much larger Garden, a much bigger landscape, more potential for the variedness of us all.
A Garden where innumerable flowers grow and animals of all sorts thrive and survive and potentiate life. I think we must have past the big test, when we ate of that formidable Apple.
We were allowed to leave a smaller mind, and step into the potency of an everlasting mind, where an Apple a day keeps us fit, engaging, expanding, but that’s when the war started over how many Apples a day could you ask for, eat, and expand.
The answer is limitlessness, but hardly anyone can believe that, so what was begun as a gift, is now a prize fought for. The Sacred Geometry within one Apple is the Sacred Geometry of the word Yes.
The consoling particle is limitless, and it cannot be owned in this World. It is the Seed of Permission, the foremost forgiving Grace is the most potent factor of what Life is for.
Forgivingness is like peeling back the foreskin of the male gender, so that it can spermiate the female egg into a nestial environment. This is forgivingness, and the war has been about; how much, how many, who, what for, contraction, constriction, height, volume, speed, and what’s on first.
We judge a people, a world, a consciousness, a color, a mind, and worth by this system. We guard the product, the making, the made, and availability. We sort and choose, like it is some kind of money, gem, or precious stone, and we always want a make-over.
In the Garden Plan, this is not the story, we graduated into a larger opposite, so we could pull the whole world into the Garden, through the Garden Gate of acceptability.
The Marigold, the Nasturtium, the Calendula all companions to create a larger landscape of the Privet Hedge of Boundary, that engages in a province called Honoring.
So the Garden expanded into no walls, no expectations, only the coloring and mingling of every species allowed. We incarnate through the Will, to create more acceptability, larger blendings of colors, allowing the deep dark precision of Black and White, the known and the unknown.
We are part of the Garden Plan, and we have always been part of the Garden Plan, none of us are outside the Garden Wall, it is ever expanding, because of its inclusivity, not its exclusivity.
We are Coded and Wired for this immense opportunity; we are to succeed, we are to exceed, and we are wired to drop down through with precision, and get what we need.
The Morning Space of this world is a beginning of the Mark, the Marking, and the Marked. All is made profound, and we have no day without profound importance.
So, we cannot waste a day, even if we tried, all the wasting is in vein, because there is no state of unimportance in this living.
The memorindex of what all is in the Garden Plan moves through the cosmos, like a calming rede of gesture that unfolds in the wind. Words, simple words that speak volumes when given to breath.
The mind ignites with it, and we become better thought, better heard, better formed, so that the song that sings within each thing, person, and mind is lifted up above the horizon, to see the sun rise day after day after day, in the future promise of more to be known to live for.
We are counciled by the wind, we are counciled by the Rose, we are counciled by the breath that allows the Rose to enter. We sit down in the graces of the longing and find a world that nestles all around us, so that we can know we are a flower.
Not a cut flower, but a rooted flower, deep down into the black dirt of Gaia thought. She moves each day a new seed of what we can root deep down into; Nasturtium, one of my favorites, not only blooms for me and you, but each other flower in the Garden.
She’s like a Privet Hedge that protects certain herbs and flowers, she climbs over and blooms nourishment in sight, taste, and memory.
In a word, in a way to convey how long we have been is like trying to trace the first seed that ever was, and how it made out of itself. There was an entirety that came before it, and we are the generations of the promised, that instill the essence of our first cause.
Although we can’t for sure predict how far the intention goes, but we can allow ourselves to touch base with its mark, and renew the reality of ourselves.
In the beginning we become the Presence and in the Presence we become the ability, and in the ability we are.
Picking up the full capacity of what realization brings to the Code, Pulse is what it becomes, and Pulse is what it Is., and Pulse is a word to know better, than just the beat of the heart. Breaking the Square of the Perspective of Zero, the point of the Pulse, that no moment escapes.
Allowing and re-allowing, connects the keys to the door of the Portal. We move, and we never resist again the turn of the Key.
Clearly the Garden opens your sight, and with it your insight into a deeper, richer avenue, a path of dirt and seeds, a path of listening and feeling, a path of delight and abundance.
The Garden Plan is a story so ancient it is beyond all stars, galaxies, universes, it is before the beginning, and allows us to reach beyond anything we’ve ever known, into the Situla that hold everything present to our ability to move our Papered Awareness into a fold and bend worth noting.
Take this down, your own notebook, journal, diary, is waiting for your Presence, it hears your need and waits patiently for the words you hear to be found out and as wild as they might be, become who you are.
The math is in the equation, the word is in the Code, and the Code finds you ready for this new level of Ease.
