The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Journey Though Long Or Brief Is The Same
Introduction:
Introducing what has been introduced so many times before, but its hard to hear fully the first time around, so around we go again, till we have it enclosed safely within us.
The Journey Though Long Or Brief Is The Same
The fact that Intensity does not own Time or Distance, moves you to the position that Time does not own you, nor does the distance from the Center to the Rim and back own your Travel.
You are a Traveler and the folding crease of endurance is in abundant supply, as the moments fold into the minutes, the minutes into the hours, the hours into the days. We all get dazed at times, but Time does not own us.
Color flows along the Red Thread, as its molecules hum their distance within its fibers, and we are wrapped and woven within the marked threads of becoming. Our expression sends out the signals that make up the Telling.
Tell yourself you are particular to this course, this pathway you find yourself on, this bit of Earth that is beneath your feet and constitutes your Home to all that you come in contact with.
What reigns supreme inside Intensity are the notes and their volume. We can hear clear the story as it comes closer to our desire to listen, and we are capable of making sense of the content by attending.
Attention is the glue that binds us to ourselves and allows the regions within us to participate in the unfolding telling and resources given by the immensity of impossibility and the areas we call us.
We are the naked note of E; Expression. To express the telling without the notes is to wing the prayer with pure resolve to receive directly the wonder that envelops us when we comprehend the context with the matter.
We are the Context, and we are the Matter infused with an Internal Light, that disperses throughout the molecular structure of our resonance. We vibrate inside the Intensity on all levels of Sound.
We long for the brief, yet understand the long of it, so that what comes to us is exactly the precision of our Threaded Existence, in rhythm with all that Is. This then gives us the polish we need to shine ourselves up and present ourselves with the ease we wish for.
Completing the notes of harmony are not as easy as it sounds, yet we are capable of entering the Door of Resources, and claiming the ability to receive. A task most easily left to the creatives of the planet.
The Intense Life is led by the Resounding Sound of Inner Brilliance, a light undefined and still able to burn through, scorch your fingertips, singe your eyebrows, and make you charcoaled for the trash heap.
To bring forward the Blood Red Thread of Pulse, is to encounter rhythms beyond the normal pitch of heard, and when combined with the elation of spoken, you are then willing to Tell the Tale worth telling.
What counts most, counts the least, and when added up, they pair themselves to the third, to make a balance that includes flowers in the spring, and bare branches in the winter.
The Mycelial Network works miracles within the beneath, and we all benefit from the above of its below, and so many creatives are well below the radar of wealth, yet so very rich in how they bloom.
To race the distance to the outer reaches and back again, is to bring to yourself the exhaustion befit an errand, but to launch yourself skyward, with only your wings to hold you up, is to address the stars with belief.
No distance can answer for the adjustments needed when set upon by the braying of an ass, even if Chaucer himself were sitting atop it. The story must lead you well past Canterbury, as even he well knew.
Ducks to oranges will get you absolutely nowhere, unless nowhere is where you intended to go, and we all know Intent is everything. Count on all your eggs hatching at once, and you will be scrambled nicely.
Intensity is the element of Fire and the ease with which it cooks is very agreeable, so to distance yourself from the flame is to take time away from its purpose. The Red Thread is wound around the spindle for a reason.
The mathematics of being uncontained is rapidly approaching the zenith of resolution and the moment of untied. The March Hare is just about out of time and the need for Tea is pressing.
Tomorrow is another day certainly makes sense, when you add the letters of your name up and subtract the days of the week, until all you have left is right. We are building an amazing journey, and the map is held upside down.
We are Sirius when we say, not much looks all that familiar to us, especially responses to what matters most, the language that weaves and threads, knits and crafts a way to get from someplace you’ve never been, to somewhere you’ve never known.
The molecular density accounts for some of the difficulty, but much of it seems to be the remote sensibilities between star system. Who knew?
Whether long or brief, we are within our Papered Awareness and allow ourselves the time to crease and fold, bend and curve, so that what we want can become available to us.
Many times the forms in which these wants, needs, and desires appear are different than we first imagined, yet always a part of what we felt, and the feeling guides the process into fruition.
The time spent unfolding varies, yet we are forever aware of its motion, our movement, and the turn of the stars. While we succumb to the heavens, we are Earth planted, and therefore able to root ourselves firmly and with great care.
To care for the Earth is to care and love yourself, and this turn of events is the up-bringing of a rise in scope, a lift is attitude, and a reach for the ascent. Be like Deer, gentle in your approach.
The Totemic Presence in your life is unfolding, soon you will notice more coming to you, small yet immense. These energies of molecular importance are subject to the unfolding of your creased and bent corrugations.
Water is key to understand your Mer self, your water body of endlessness in an ocean of stars, that fills you to overflowing in gratitude and longing.
Every focus and relief is remembered by the motionary focus of the heart. All that threads through brings notice and clarity to the senses.
The perspective of sense is completed through many visionary aspirations and potentialities. The most referenced will is given force to its nature, and this allows motionary completion.
The perspective of pulling forward, through the threaded needle, is a potency that gives power to the smallest need. The Sacred Terminal that lands the most Golden of ideas, is being disturbed in our world, in our minds, in our perspectives, and our hearts.
This is not by our order, it is by what is afraid of something powerful enough to land more safely than it does. Equalizing factors within the frame of our consciousness have been disturbed, and the framing of change has been manipulated.
We are all aware of it, we feel it, and the lack of comfort in all our limbs, and how they alternate as the battle goes on. We have a winged armor that we must adorn, not just from time to time, but now continuously. The knocking at the door has happened, and we opened to the call.
The moving forces of allowance have been activated, and what was held back is brought forward, for its power. We are the Need, and we are the finders of the Need.
We are heaven sent by our heaven, and the heavenly that lights our way, as we encounter this speed rate shift. The positive formulas of the making have now settled within us.
We are ready, but the ready within has not stood up within us yet. We do not concur the need, we fulfill it, we do not close the opening, we go through it. We are made between the opening and the closure, and we work very hard to make the few the many.
When the restraints are all gone, the full immersion will come into the light, and the forces of knowing will not doubt themselves.
The full ferruled change is from the Mother, and she no longer tolerates the cruelty to what lives within her arms. The cadence is rocked back and forth, so the tolerated can be cradled.
The memory force of what was called forth in the very beginnings of the nature of thought is now emulating a new speed.
We are riding our steeds through the Portal of Time, to accelerate the momentum, the assistance of change.
All is told, and all is wondered, as the folding forces come clearly into motion.
What’s on the wall is in the memory, what’s in the memory is in the Soul. Soulset, the Guardian of this time, the Guardians of the Heart line up to corrugate together, what needs to be held free and safe.
Imagine the Soul encumbered by a false will, being unlaced from the captured, and freed for the travel. We are the Note of the Sound of Will, we are the Heart of the Feeling.
We round our ways, to reach the connective of every Spirit, and the Perspective fastens in the Needed. Reeling away no longer to be safe, we Occur in a totally new way.
The founding of the Found, the making of the Made, the loving of the Loved, all lies in the Cradle of Truth. Rock away, rock way, rock away Home.
The making of the Made is now understood, and the memory fills the Excalibur Sword of Need. Passion pushes it through the unwanted, the unneeded, the uninvited, and the Angelic Forces unencumber the swift blade, and the motion is carried through with the Motion of Freedom.
The Needed would have been, if only Time was pulled back into its original potency, purpose, and potential, because all is time, this is what is now happening in the field of the many.
The despair no longer feeds, it has become impotent, unsavory, unsaid. The clinking of spoons is now given a sound of giving, allowing, sharing, feeding, overcoming, strength of purpose.
When you nurture the Soul, you nurture all the sounds around you. When you sit yourself and become tidy with your words, you split open the feed, and the wealth of Vision begins.
As the table appears before us, we each, elbow to elbow, see clearly for a change, the possibility of making a difference to those whose lives are caught, caught up in the looping everness of continual.
Infinity is much much more than continual, whose base note requires. Infinity shares always, in the understanding of gift unregulated by limitation.
We become, finally at home with the sense of given to, and the receivement of given to, becomes a sense that feels the passage from time to intensity.
Look to your pocket, find the notes that you’ve scribbled to yourself from time, to time, to time, and see that what you have there, are the markings of what you need, to encourage your next step forward.
Lineage of the Mother Tongue tells the story, that equates passage and time with the intensity of color, and the palette you use, the words you create, the motion you are inside and out.
There are so many ways to become, that to not become is not possible, yet the atmosphere and environment cause such despair that to think differently is tantamount to treason.
On board the ship of State, treason is handed out easily, with the toss of someone overboard, and the circumference of hollow is drowned out, so that the reed of passage is all but blocked of its fluted notes.
However, with the assistance of; the Siriuran Feylines, the Totemics, the Guardians of the Heart, the Gemmos, and a host of Guides and Guardians, we are in good company, and can maneuver beyond the limitational constructs they try to impose.
Never are there limits to the imaginal realm, and the Fey use this to circumnavigate the short-comings of resistances. The March Hare stands guide and guard to a Wonderland, that only the mathematics of quantum can afford to enter.
We take Tea with the company of the Dormouse, small enough to fit through all Doors, the Cheshire Cat, able to smile at the most daunting of circumstances, and the Caterpillar, laying down a trail long enough to smoke out the most necessary instances of curiosity.
What becomes of us all is up to you, dear reader, surely if clapping can save Peter Pan’s Tinkerbell, then some sort of nod our way might help, otherwise we’re all about to disappear.
Not to alarm you, but we’re a little thin around the gills, and what’s needed is a good strong dose of Watery emotionality, something delicious, something exciting, something without cause to alarm.
We mean to disarm the hunters, and provide safety to those creatives in need, all of us included. And, in order not to completely sink, we are in need of what you need; Love, Compassion, and a sense of Well-Being.
“Keep us secret, and we will fade back into the Mist,” said the Cheshire Cat with a forlorn, but hopeful smile.
Closure:
Opening up the keen eye of the Sacred we begin to balance ourselves forward with no regrets, because we have heard, and listened, and followed. Mote it Be.
