The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 June 7th Issue
What Is Centered Is Blessed By The Spokes It Gathers Around Introduction:
Trust, a biorhythmic relationship with the inherent needs of who we are, as a Soul.
What Is Centered Is Blessed By The Spokes It Gathers Around
Centered, centered around, central, all coming into and a part of. The language opens up the spoken, and connects each and everything to one another. The landscape to the sky, the mountain to the tree, the ocean to the shore.
We are present as a present to our day, as our day is to us. We birth our candles and light our way through every day, and we wax and wane like the tidal moon. Set firmly on the ground, we connect to the stars and speak.
We are blessed by the spoken, as the Red Thread weaves its way forward, and through, the network of fibered existence and into our Nestial Presence, that gathers to itself the sounds of Love and Compassion.
The weight of wait is over, and the flow of continual assistance is unfolding its galactic sound resonance, so that we may feel the lift and harmonize the entry into conversation with the mathematics of Round.
We enamor ourselves with the amount of out-pouring, the out-pouring meeting and mixing with the in-pouring. We are so deeply fed by what we love, and are loved by. The current is balanced and we are as well.
What sews us into the fabric of existence is so much more than imaginable that the creative instances create vortices that swirl and twirl around us at all times. The flow of energy, the felt of its movement keeps us steady and always available.
Patient and waiting, ready and creating, knowing and feeling, we are in the midst of it always. To know something this huge, is to know a vastness that envelops you into its domain.
The art of living is a creative act of acceptance and a defiance on the other. To defy limitation throws you to the outskirts of its province, but allows you to see beyond the constructs that prevent.
The mathematics of unlimitation allows the edge, the lip of alchemy its spoken, and the spoke intersects with the hub, and centers the wobble. We are in the midst of the centering and the centering is stilling the spin.
The spin still exists, but when you match the spin with your own motional rate speed, a stillness ensues and you are calmed by the inner and outer realization, that what once was a mystery becomes known.
The Voice has a certain resonance, and once recognized, can never be forgotten. The Sun emits its sound, brilliant and focused, and we cannot miss its presence. Spoken, the unlimited reach is endless.
As we have traveled, we have been able to map and navigate the many corrugations, both time and space, and have journeyed beyond the rooms we occupy, so that what was thought impossible becomes story.
The Twice Told is the foundational motion, and the spin, from the center outward, eclipses limitation and doubt, decided or undecided, and brings to a halt the projection of undoable.
Undecided, you fall away from, but decided you fall into and this allows you the focus of lifelines that empower your gifts of observation, subjective flow, and presence of the tactics necessary to out maneuver the next limitational step.
The foot follows the thought and the thought embraces the desire. As consciousness expands its reach, the ease of thought, residing in the centered position of the heartmind, becomes adjusted to its rotational flow of balance.
We are seeded from the seed that we are, we come out of what we are centered within, and the reach begins our journey, endless in its nature and forever alchemical in its unprovability.
We are a question, and we answer with a motion of equational elegance and wit, that defies proof-making. What we know, we know, what we feel, we feel, what is of importance to us is the relationship we have engaged in with the mysterious rotations, both universal and galactic.
Our centering is blessed by what has come around to us, as we have gathered the gathering into a ball of such yarn, that the Cheshire Cat cannot not in anyway keep away from.
The numbers float, the letters leave their gravity, the sentences punctuate the need, and desire to run away with the spoon, What was taken for granted, was found inside the apex of stone, many meters above the ground.
We are not ungrounded, but we are able to leap beyond limitation and find what was lost. This allows us to move past the longing unsatisfied and into the most of more, that feeds the Soul with the Color, Sound, and Fragrance of the Garden.
The central mode of existence is unfettered and forever able to express in every language, all because the Mother Tongue is at the root of it all. From planet to planet, galaxy to galaxy, universe to universe, the ease of sound travels, and the wave it produces carries with it the particle aware of its existence.
Blessed in the Spoken, the Red Thread weaves us together and knots the ends to make a tapestry that is unbound and free from encumbrances. As the weave holds taut the design within the tapestry, the threads shimmer with their individual colors.
The making of garments comes from this art, and the framework begins the building of a network worth knowing. The mystery and dreams connect and we are given a new approach to the words conveyed.
The silence is filled with space, and time enfolds its meaning, therefore sound emanates within and out of silence, to convey the brilliance of light, and the meter of measure that accompanies thought.
The Papered Awareness that corrugates thought, is able to enhance the view that the mind envisions, so that the needed registry can comply with the feeling and result in a spoken connection of current.
To keep track, the Threaded Awareness opens up the skein of thought that underlies all possibilities, and the Papered Awareness enlists the aid of all accompanying factors that let in the light of story-telling.
The most important reason for the word to be made is to bring more light into every area thought unlivable. We live to bring existence into reality, making sure that the letters tell what the numbers know, and the light shares.
As we add to the out-reaching numerical conjecture, we are cast into the roll of mathematician, magician, alchemist, and this leads us to the Tea Table where all the spoons are long.
Opening up to the next stage of life, because it has stages and we are usually up front and personal for a deeper affect.
We call our Mother, and we call our Father, and we call our brothers and sisters, and say,”How come?” And they say, “We don’t know.” We are all pitched out here in a bit of a scramble and maybe once again.
There is a buzz all about and it is more about bees than why. So maybe we’re hivial, and we have switched rolls in our part of making the hivial treasure the Golden Honey of what makes life sweet.
We are a bit of a new comer, in this big awareness book of information, and we stop using the flyswatter to kill bees.
We are starting to remember our hivial awareness and in this we have changed our rolls, and have become keeper of bees, and awareness of their wisdom.
We remember our connections in the hive and the hivial pleasures come to us in memory and dreams. The Square is creating perspective instead of cages. The Square is creating wardrobes instead of prisons. The Square is becoming a body of work that fills us up, and makes us whole.
We are more sovereign than we have ever been in this parliament of our world. The planetary cropping of the mind has reached its limits, and we are all waking up too soon for those who tried to make us forget.
We’ll need some help from our imagination and those who create within it. We are stocking up on new sailor provisions, and every rainbow has a pot of gold in its deposits. We fill up with color, and a creed that makes us sovereign and a parliament that gives us room to speak and make our own sovereign decisions.
The growth of pen has created a long spoon to feed ourselves with words and letters, paintings, patterns, and pointed ways of mapping ourselves home.
And what is Home? It is where we have the greatest imaginational sovereignty. Most things now are more particularized, so the fine tuning can be heard, felt, and seen.
We take more moments in our day to free ourselves beauty, kindness, recognition, belief, and a solidarity within all our parts. Making it up is a new precision and we use it as a bow, and the quickening of the arrow is without doubt.
We are called to a more naked version of our vision, before everything else started to tweak it, including ourselves.
More is said now and much is done to incorporate all our imprintsial parts, and we use this ability through sound, sense, light, and vision to build a new posture of who we have become.
Brilliant in light from the inside out, we, you and I, are centered and move always from that place of inner. What we allow in is the Compassion the Universe gives to each of us, and when we are aware of that gift, our work becomes so very easy.
If you want to Bee, then become. The answers are right there, and any frustration felt is the atmospheric interference brought on by limitational drift. Your focus is Love and Compassion and whenever that is not fully felt, you are being interfered with.
What interferes is fear, and though fear never was yours, it has become companion to alone. We alone must Bee, and the Hive will respond to our Bee-ing, and the sweetness will being to flow, so that what was felt as ‘enter feared’, will become exterior realization.
Alice walks by and acknowledges the time slip effect, character regeneration across generations, so that what was gained can be remembered. We slip back and forth to gain ground and penetrate the substrate of bedrock.
Thought impenetrable by many, there are ways to enter beyond the impossible, and actually engage in expression that allows for ecstatic realizations, inventions, breakthroughs, numinous insight.
The Long Spoon is an elongation of insight that feeds whoever comes to the table, and though there are very few that dine from that table, those that do are in good company with one another. Unknown, but supportive seekers just the same.
To pour out TEA, Transcendent Energy Awareness, is to define a time in which the gift and the giver are in resonance with all that Is. And this all-ness is wildly inclusive and way beyond the boundaries of everyday life.
Your life is worth living, your life is worth sharing, your life is worth Saying. You say you want, you desire, you need, and therefore the message is thought, or spoken out loud. It is always shared by the Red Thread as it weaves context into matter.
The gears move through the cosmos, and the stars are never without ears. We speak from the heart and we create from our listening, and our being connects with other beings, and conversation begins.
The canvas is our visual screen, we dial in the coordinates that allow us to time into the registers needed for clear reception, and we receive because we have called. There is precision in that and we avail ourselves to be ready at all times.
Coming through many interpretations of what trust is, and the levels it requires, to be a permanent part of one’s biorhythms. Yes, trust is part of a biorhythm, which is not a decision, but a rhythmic intonation of what life is to the Soul.
We encounter many different rhythmic states, but the ones we decide to embody are the ones we use. We are knowable beings, from many different occasional origins, but what we do share are rhythmic states that are part of our consciousness awakened and intended.
Today’s work is the expressional vision of what we know about these biorhythmic interpretations of who we are, and what we are about. Trust is a biorhythmic state of interpretation that emulates our Soul’s positional makeup.
Entering and desiring, and committing is what this work is about, in relationship to Trust. It’s the same as a trust fund, or an inheritable relationship with our own rhythms of need.
Closure:
Folding the navigational course that has been mapped across this time, we realize that trust is from our Soul.
