The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Every Little Thing Notices You And Hopes You Will Stay
Introduction:
All that’s out is now in, and the interpretive forces are gathering, to cradle the results into understanding.
Every Little Thing Notices You And Hopes You Will Stay
When we are old enough to be young, and far way enough to be close, and weak enough to be strong, and tall enough to be little, then we are able to see that what goes for one thing can become another without even trying.
Let the world come to you, and in an instant you become the world itself, big and little, young and old, fast and slow. You become just right, and all that around you agrees.
What’s around you is perfectly in cahoots with you, playing at being what it is you are being at this particular moment, and the longer you realize, the farther you will go, and in going, your went will have found the round of it all.
We are here to be found by the round of it all, and the sharp of the notes that penetrate with sound, the sheer will of keeping Present a moment that portals the past and future into an ellipse that eyes the opening with pleasure.
There is no accounting for the relief found when the round comes rolling in, and the ease begins to flow, and what is around you comes calling, in order to direct your attention forward.
Unreality is so passe, and to think that you could possible be un is just ridiculous. Ask any of your friends; the Rabbit, the Dormouse, the Cheshire Cat, or the Caterpillar, they will certainly tell you the math of it all.
Once you add up the upside down with the right side up, you are going to have to round off your numbers, in order to complete the angles necessary to include all the un and the non, with the unreal of real.
The Red Thread has some answers that might prove to be beneficial to your slide down the Rabbit Whole, because with just a stitch in time, you can penetrate the substratum and arrive perfectly cleaned and pressed in a new coat of colors.
The Crayon Brigade has be waving color for some time now, and prior to that it was oil and pigment, and before that charcoal. There has always been a way to add color to anything imagined.
Let’s draw a parallel between two non poles, or un poles in this case, and you can easily see that without poles, as opposed to within poles, there really is no contest that amounts to anything other than foolishness.
In other words to think you aren’t real enough, is to say you are un or non, and that’s just not possible, especially according to the math encoded with Lewis Carroll’s book.
As a writer of 11 books on mathematics, and 12 books of literary fiction, he, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, knew a thing or two and was present at the Tea Party hosted by the March Hare. Cosmologically we are just on time to sit down to Tea with them.
Unreal only matches with what you think is unreal, whereas what is present in front of you is real, in attempt to convince you that you are Real. When tea is poured it is time to sup.
The Red Thread weaves its tales through thick and thin, and the thinning that is taking place now, is one you’re going to want a good seat for. When you learn, that as a child, your imagination was realer than you thought, then you begin to get the gist of what’s coming next.
Everything is in place; The Long Spoon, The Alchemical Wisdom Cards, The Totemic Vastness Oracle, and now The Siriuran Feyline Oracle, to assist and support the Threadial Weave of story within story within story.
A Nesting Doll Tale of great portent. An I’m Portent in the way of telling, what comes next, and who’s who, what’s what, and when do we eat?
These are all very important questions when it comes to listening and assimilating new information. We are on course, according to the map and the navigation is spot on, as well.
Alchemy is always a mixed bag of facts, elements, an occasional spool of thread, and at times a few marbles thrown in for good luck. This is the way of things, and things have a way of showing up at all hours of the day and night.
Topsy-turvy is just as important as upside up and down side down, and not to mix metaphors, but when the upside of something meets with the downside of another, the encodement can be equational at best.
At a cellular base, the interior is equal to the exterior, only flipped inside out, causing the persona to gather itself up in a huff, and march off in the direction of the color Red. There is no use in explaining something so complex, that even your finest salvaged stuffed bear, or rabbit, or whathave-you would be at odds to comprehend.
There are indeed many things within the universe that are curious to the universe itself, making way for Mystery, adventure, and a stop off for Tea. Shall I pour, or will you?
Pouring out is good for the Soul, because in doing sew, you move the needle forward, allowing others to gather the corrugating factors a chance to register, and you time to catch your breath.
Story-telling can be quite arduous at times, yet the rewards are so multi-facetted, that it’s worth all the tea in china, and since we are, in fact, using real china; cups, saucers, and the teapot itself, you will find the quality is in the tasting.
If you have a half an ounce of story in you, then you can appreciate to unfolding letters as they March across the page. This is, after all, the month for it. You couldn’t make that up if you tried.
It turns out you are only as real as all the things around you, otherwise, you would be outside creation, and we all know that’s simply not possible. Now, take a look at the cup in front of you, sentient.
Don’t be alarmed, they are not going to hurt you. The table, sentient, too, and there’s more, the floor, the walls, the roof, all sentient, and there to be with you in spirit.
And, even though this is not something we are taught, it is right as rain, so you might as well come and stand under this sentient umbrella with us. It’s just molecular recognition at a quantum level.
Take a breath, the breath you breathe is the breath the universe breathes, shares with us all, itself so to speak, sentient as we are.
Equational Creativity is foremost at present, and with the assistance of the Siriuran Feylines, Foldest, the Master Fold Thinner, Cats of Creative Mastery, equates the numbers with Equational Creativity. They thin the veil of the Portal Entrance.
Often we are invited to dinner with the SIriuran Feylines, you talk about Story-tellers, they are a piece of work, which is how they first came to us, and we instantly knew they were way more than that.
There’s a fit that fits inside you, a puzzle piece that matches on all sides, and it just snugs right in, and all the edges and corners fit perfectly, that’s when you know the equation is just right, and the math adds up geomatrically.
The Mother Tongue has told the tales the Siriuran Feylines tell, and we pass them along to you, as the gifts they are to us. We Shem up the raising, and we Ger the motion, so that the Mu of Nu is reached.
What once was thought impossible, is now so Nu that it can land properly and with gratitude. We are grateful that what comes to us comes to us, and what unfolds unfolds, and what is poured out becomes our nourishment.
This is a time of connection, not polarization, this is a time of words conveying, not hiding. There is more smoke in the chimney than anyone realizes.
The depth of the vehicle is more squired by time. When the memory begins to release its own powers, there is a spectacular show that begins to be seen.
The stress that is currently felt, is the beginning of this, there is more connection than anyone knows, there is more substance, in the reality that begins to show up.
The Squared Root is a constant naming, and the full arcade is owned by the Sovereign. The ruling class is not necessarily the most sovereign, thus they are not the most voted for.
There is Spacial Connection that can enfold a Murphy’s Mark, and there is more consciousness held in the pen that requires Voice.
There is yes in the scuttle, but the nos are quieted down, and one must scratch oneself up from the surface and speak.
You speak in many ways, you speak in how you Cradle, you speak in how you Oversee, you speak in how you give Grace, you speak in how you allow a surface to comfort and soothe the missing.
You begin to arouse the time to its own meaning, and the meaning is volumed into its own Self of Potential. You are Necessary, you are Wanted, and you are Known to the Minute, the Day, the Second, the Moment.
How all settles on the floor, is how everything is cut and activated. When the edges come near the middle, you know Time has been consumed, and you must pick it up and lay it into Place.
The internal scramble makes up a world of pick up sticks; I pick you up, you pick me up, and nothing else moves, and the shamble is made undone, and the stickup is stable.
Stacking up, to equate a table of difference safely, the encouragable notion is met with Grace, and you settle down into a new mobility of Travel.
All the Hudson managing constability is shifted, and a new case of orientation is made more clear. Whenever we begin to make a new rosette, in the chapel of our integrity, we clear away another secret hidden, but not shared.
The frequency of towering over, is only a spacial language, and does not have the power provided that once was.
The fertile awareness is moved from the collaborating force of Will, that now allows passion to completely fill the cup.
Braided is the prospect of power, held within the hair of combing. Combing the equally allowed together, for the strength of a potential Rede. What is now forced into place will soon collaborate with Desire, and make humble the acceptance of Need.
The open Sparrow of Flight can gain the height of Eagle, when necessitated by the Fire of Desire. We are now in this time of the Fire of Desire, though quietly cloaked by Comfort and Ease.
The Will smokes the weed of potential, and the forceability of future is a broken stick. When the current rides free, and the distilled is taken in, as Sacred, the Momentum will become a freedom of concern.
The Turtle weaves through the waters of polar sighting, and breathes no longer for what rides on its back.
The sting of Potential corrugates the singular notion of rerepresentation of Codial Expression, of what is needed.
The familiar becomes a constant warrior of the Soul expressed, and the Codial effort of need guards the Elements. The world of Fey maneuvers its way through the continental regression, and opens all Portals needed for transportation.
To be transported, from experience to expression, is monumental. A world that has crowned the experiencer, instead of the expresser will shift, and the Codial Marks are clear, as Beauty becomes the next successor.
Beauty is the Codial Marker, the Crowned Expression, the Volumed Benefactor. What’s on first, Beauty. What’s on second, Beauty. What’s on third, Beauty. No longer an isolating factor of experience is allowed to supplant the expression of Beauty.
Conquered is the reel that no longer plays, as a suppressor of Beauty. Beauty is the currency. Jophiel, the Crowned Guardian of Beauty, so that all that is Beauty within, is given charge of Life.
It is its Currency, Way-Shower, Confidant, and Authority. Beauty is within, beauty is without, it is all the same, but it must land somewhere on your pad. It will take the wrath out of ugly and confided it to Intention.
The world of Fey conveys Beauty, to each and everyone of us, so we’ll never miss a day of Beauty, in every way.
Trying to act as unreal as we think they are, those characters, stitched and woven, sewn and pieced together, from stories and tales, recent and ages past, we must certainly know that stories don’t carry forward without the truth of formula in them.
The Equational Mass of any given Sentience, is always Sentience, no matter how large or how small. We weave together lifetime after lifetime, either ours or a collective other.
But in this story we all are. To make heads or tales out of it, is time well spent, and is a thread pulled tight to the heart of what matters most; Love, Compassion, and Wellbeing.
Once we were little and small, and thought in need of teaching, but some of the older and taller soon realized, the knowing came most incredibly from the closest to the Source, the Mother. And the Voice of the Mother still resonates in all ears.
She says, ‘They are not unreal and neither are you. Be alive to your deepest imagination, it is where you will always find me.” Hold the doll, the bear, the book, and rest inside the making of what truly lives.
Closure:
The Codial Points are more strongly involved, because all is counting, and the portals are starting to open. The initiates are guarding for safety, as their presence is needed, so all is not understood, but the promise is made anyway, so strap up Valkyrie.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
Here's today's Alchemical Mind Fire Seed of Fire: Resolve "Fire Seed of Fire is the most primeval Element of all. Fire is a manifest archetype of creation, power, & birth. In the human sphere, Fire elicits 'burning passion' & aspiration for illumination. Fire Seed of Fire, is the alchemist's supreme tool & conundrum. Only by enthusiasm & resolve can a solution be reached. Resolve, dancing as a verb, allows you to solve the problem.", Dr. John Mumford, Magical Tattwas.
Sitting within the cauldron of desire, I feel the tiny structures of convenience settling into the movement of my day. Yes, I'm allowed convenience, and I almost threw it away thinking it was against the rules, but in essence it is needed in every movement of the journey, and the cauldron awakened that in me today. What a Resolve that will give to my life. Fire Seed of Fire, Resolve. ~ Raven Su.Sane, Clarity.