The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
2024 May 3rd Issue
Bastet, The Cat Goddess, Makes Us A Visit From Time To Time
Introduction:
Bastet, the Goddess of the Siriuran Feyline that have come to assist us in the birthing of a new consciousness. They are mid-wives extraordinaire.
Bastet, The Cat Goddess, Makes Us A Visit From Time To Time
Great friends, the Cheshire Cat and Bastet, Bastet being the one to having shown the Cheshire Cat the ropes of how to appear, disappear, and re-appear. It is an ancient practice, and it takes almost eight lives to manage it. By the ninth, you are a master at it.
To live in a House of Nine, is to be blessed with courage, endurance, and perseverance. Attributes that put you in good stead with while ascending out of Rabbit Holes and Tea Parties. 81=9, a place to be Realmed in, a place of story-telling, creativity, and enthusiasm.
We can book on the realizations that unfold from the library of information and insights that are found in this abode. You can, too, because we so love to share the bounty of our curiosity.
We have unearthed so many treasures, by planting our feet firmly in Gaia. There is no lack of toes wiggling with delight over the coming Garden Plan, and all that it carries for each of us.
To have a library of wealth, both inside and out; in the house with books, and outside with plants, is to be in a state of bliss, and a fountain of emotional wholeness.
It is a mystery in how this all turned us out, not turned out, but turned us out, onto the topside of well-being, when the world is, itself, topsy-turvy, and even twisted in spots. We certainly have always asked for help, assistance, and guidance.
Whenever we’re perplexed, vexed, or hexed, we can count on the aid and loving assistance of our many friends, both visible and etheric. Bastet, comes from a long, long, long line of ancient beings, one who hears our resonant needs, and is here to lend a paw.
The ancient rite of paw-el, is one that lifts the veil, and allows you to see beyond the limitations of ordinary, and have the capacity to ascertain the landscape in an entirely different venue.
We are all not on the same plane, dimension, or realm, at the same time, at times, and this creates the diversity in consciousness needed, to have movement through perceived distance.
Our Papered Awareness turns to us, as we turn to it, and the connection is threaded through the need-el, the ‘El’, or letter, just as the paw-el above, we are surrounded by letters.
What we have dug up, unearthed, are the foundational remnants of small, minute, infinitesimal, that lead us to turn our own page of corrugated matter, and find the answers to our questions.
When you get to the bottom of the Rabbit Hole, and find that tiniest of doors, you must subtract what you know to expand what you are going to realize. The door is a Portalled Imaginational Realm, real as you sitting here reading this now.
What constitutes freedom, is the ability to forego, ergo, to forget, so you can remember. It happens all the time, every time you blink and breathe, as a matter of fact, but it happens so quickly that you only are aware that things are the same.
Whether you can see the Cheshire Cat or not is not the issue, the issue is whether you can imagine you could see the Cheshire Cat if the circumstances were right, things all lined up, so to speak?
When we open the corrugations of our Realm Awareness, we are engaging in the right to portend an outcome favorable to the needs that align with love, compassion, and well-being.
The fundamental energy that drives the photonic forces, the consciousness, gives us the sonic pulse to then travel the thought emitted, and if you are able to realize its ability to carry you, then you are in for a ride.
Bastet visits us now and then, and any time we call on her, and as the great Goddess Feline that she is, she helps us connect, even more deeply, into the mysterious cosmos.
Mathematically speaking, she is all numbers and letters, equations and formulations, and she combines them all into a situla of great Import. We are transported by her every word, move, and energy.
Where dogs have a tendency to dig and store their bounty, cats have a way of finding the mouse and laying it at your feet, a gift. The Feline attributes are too numerous to count, but the math adds up.
So, when a Dormouse comes calling, and a pocket watch wearing Rabbit starts out your month, don’t be surprised, because it can only mean, what once was, is no longer, and what is can only become better by the day.
Tomorrow is today in reverse, not negatively, but rather reverse-engineered, the gift opened up to see the contents and how they got there. An easy procedure, once you come to grasp with time fluctuations.
In order to read the mysteries, the fold you are in, the crease, the bend must be accommodated by your presence, and you are then able to reside within what it is you are wanting; wanting to know, wanting to have, wanting to comprehend.
The books you surround yourself with are companions to the travelled path. Whether read or not, they compile a roadway for your divided attention, and in order to access them or not, you can dive into anyone of them at will.
It takes tremendous courage to read, you have to let go of one world to enter another. To write is even more dangerous, you must enter another world by leaving, completely, the one you live in.
Writing is visitations, from beyond to the present, or current, and the letters form, like water, around your ankles, and when you’re knee deep in it, you learn to swim.
Alchemy is the way of this, in the sense that what you procure for your travels sustains you along the way. Being intelligent enough to call up the muses, the ancients, the Goddesses, carries you a long way toward getting there.
There is a very large landscape, filled to over-flowing with anything from nuts and bolts, to string and yarn, to a needle and thread. Look for the Red Thread, the one with the Pulse.
Here’s where the Owl comes in, ‘Glauca’, Athena’s owl, Glauca meaning bright blue, and therefore connected etherically to the Blue Avians, both of which impart wisdom to those who seek their advice.
Glauca is very connected with the Feylines, and though the Owl in Lewis Carroll’s book got ‘et’ by the Panther, it was only a reclamation of sorts. Owls have more than 9 lives.
And you have Edward Lear’s ‘Owl and the Pussycat’, another nod to the connection of Owls and Cats.
The more you unearth, the more you travel, and the more you travel, the more distance you cover from here to there.
We are capable of many calculations, and the equational mass that is created allows us to levitate the gravity out of its pull. We move to the realization that the electromagnetic forces are what is to be considered, when traveling beyond the alternate current. Better to go direct.
We are entering an era where what was becomes left behind, unless it is current to the addition of circumferic measure, done through sonic resonance guided by Love.
The books that come from such intense curiosity; a lifetime of commitment, endurance, and fortitude, bring you: The Siriuran Feyline, The Guardians of the Heart, The Totemics, The Gemmo Tree Fey, The Tincture Fairies, and The Angelic 15: Ariel, Asriel, Chamuel, Gabriel, Haniel, Jeremiel, Jophiel, Metatron, Michael, Raguel, Raphael, Rasiel, Sandlephon, Uriel, Zadkiel.
The longer the path, the greater the discoveries, the greater the discoveries, the more abundant the sharing. 260 books, and another 74 Flipbooks, plus this one, for a total of 335 books. Who can even write that many books?
Only through listening, and the assistance from all of the above, is it even possible. Alchemy, and true to its form, unprovable, ever moving, always growing and changing with the flow from planetary, galactic, universal, and solar energies.
Bastet is here for a reason, as are we, as are you. She always lands on her feet, and so do you. Put your foot in the direction you are going and continue to yield to the dimensions of Realm Awareness, Papered Awareness, and always, always The Red Thread.
We resource this site that allows us to look under the fine woven cloth, of the covers we pull up over ourselves at night, to feel comfortable cosiness, and safety.
You too can resource this site, dive into the woven weave of thread so fine, it sometimes seems to all but disappear. The notes of C are within the construct that is ephemeral in nature and etherous in visual acuity.
You must look with the heart to find what it is you are looking for, what it is you long for, what it is you want and need. The answers give you the questions you want to ask, and then tell you your feelings.
We are putting this out to read, for us to read, for you to read, and in the doing, the ease finds its way to you. There is harmony in the Garden Plan, there is peace in the Garden Plan, there is great joy in the planting that grows dreams into reality.
Opening up like a zone, that has been forbidden before, but now allowed. The comfort of Cat is a neuronic position and occurs frequently in this shift. The appleness of this time is rotational, like a Tree in the Orchard.
We bend down to pick it up, but it’s only a coded thing that is rooted deep into the universe. The positional strength of this is way beyond our experience, because it’s deep and of the under-layers of the underworld.
To catch the Apple of your Eye, is to see the distance and its seasonal rotations, that travel through the electric current of the Universe.
The speaking forces of gratitude become red, like a book, and we begin to know coded information of the month of May.
The strength of Will it takes to follow through the rooted lines is Existial in its own homing device. The created Will of accommodation aggregates at the Door, and creates a Portal of Sighted Information.
The Site of the Situla Codex is Portal to here, and the gateway is already open and waiting. To know the Water’s Edge is to know the willingness of acceptance and the full nostalgia of memory.
When the force of Will digs deep down into its bend, we know something has critically changed. What made the bend happen to those in need now is taken out of its ability to push.
Cat’s Sight is activated to assist in the darkening shades of this passage, so that the ease remains still with us and accommodating of who we are.
The Siriuran Feylines are already there and waiting to tend and mend all that is needed. The assistance with the Portal has been given and each Feyline tends to the need of the new embodiment of a much freer consciousness.
In each moment is given a portrayal, there is more to be said and seen, and most certainly understood. The stepping up is gradual and comfortable for the embodiment, and the said is given room.
The touch to touch is made in a way of most reliance, and the speed is accommodating to the Soul. The portrait of what is made is comfortable, familiar, but not made uncomfortable.
The similar is more staffed and the equation is more codial, for the markings to be stable enough to see the accountability. We are not the not, but more rather the knot of the period of manifestation needed to be settled into a firm equation.
The comfort and consolement is essential, and realized in this time. Unfold yourself, like a pinafore, waisted to protect your most beautiful of clothes. And of course, pockets are included for what is most needed to be available.
Your purse is packed, your pack is readied, because you have mustarded up all the patterns that you will need to be radiant at this time, at this level of this absolutely powerful journey.
You are not left alone, you are safe, you are healthy, you are strong, you are radiant, you are happy, you are wise, and you live easily. This is the code you are graced to now live within.
The folded memories will corrugate, like the sweetest leaves of grass, and they will blow in all directions, so the breath can be made a steady current. The compliant Will of who you are will know itself, and live through its tissue, a most adjoining position.
The memory creates the press, like an ancient flower, between the layers of paper of your awareness. The smell is like a rose garden, that grows and blooms, and grows again.
Cat’s Eyes have our back, and we are steady on our feet, we land appropriately, and with the mark of meaning full in our throats. We speak the language of the Mother Tongue, and the Fey within us are proud of what we have achieved.
There are many tales to tell, and the story-telling wags its letters and numbers into a course of action, that unnumbs the body and allows full movement. The Ger rises, and the take-off and landings are purr-fect.
