The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Moving Through Like Tulip, The House Comes Above Ground Introduction:
Moving awareness into a more singular landscape of decision, will create more Ease.
2024
November 15th Issue
Moving Through Like Tulip, The House Comes Above Ground
One simply cannot ignore one’s House coming above ground, especially those who had no idea it was below ground in the first place. Keeping pace with an ever evolving Home is quite the task.
When you find yourself brushing the dirt clods off your outfits, then you know something is afoot. Some path you’ve been trodding, sometimes without knowing exactly where you are going is before you.
‘Not knowing exactly’ is quite the clue, it lets you know you are in the throws of alchemy, and it’s deep Mystery is such the best guide, as you travel into the Realms of Thought.
The equational fortitude of mathematical formula is lettered in Story, and to follow the Thread allows you the Time to open up your Space, both inside your Home and inside of you, your very own Self.
Reaching inside yourself, to find what was thought missing, or displaced, is to find yourself holding your Spirit in your own hands, hands that have never let you go.
Tulip, Flower of Breaking Through, Flower of Composure Beneath, Flower of Reach Upward, Flower of Great Strength. Tulip for the New Day, the day of today, the today of this moment.
The part of the Story, where you suddenly realize what you’ve been reading is all about you, as well as everybody else. We all sit in the Boat of Ra, we sit there and absorb the Sun. All we eat is made from the Sun, all we see is made from the Sun, the Garden is made of the Sun, and the Stars and the Moon. We constellate ourselves around the Center.
Our roots dig deep into the floorboards, through the foundation, strong and settled, and we find our Core is nourished by the very nature of Becoming. We are becoming to; the eventual, the apparent, the celebrated, and we are available to the sharing.
Light, we are light and we are movement. We are light and we are a Squared Perspective. We are light and we are Motionary Awareness. As Light we are able to be infused with Consciousness of our own Making.
We are Mark Makers, etching and scoring the Cellular Salt of ourselves, threading the Red Pulse into the rhythmic flow of Papered Awareness. Our Fibers are grown organically, as we age our eons into Place.
Home is distant and very up close. We are Far Away and Close Up, at the same Time, because we are orientated both From and To. Our Lineage is ancient and New, and we find ourselves inside the outside.
We are forever outside, as much as as we are inside, and this allows us room to breathe the breath of Creativity, and the expression of connection, in a wider expanse moving the threadial weave forward.
As the Tulip breaks ground and the dirt is lifts out of the way, the bulb has sent its Messenger skyward, bringing new ideas forward, and renewal of Hope into view. This marks the Space in Time throughout the Garden.
We are Seasonal, just as we are timeless, so that what was, that was an Is of Compassion, can become again and again, marking its way forward to express the Color, Line, and Shape needed in Communication.
We have threaded an Immensity within the Time of our books, past, present, and future, and these books, each of their individual letters, and all the collaged images of conversation, are available to support each one’s ability for Love, Compassion, and Well-Being.
Noted are the factors of folded pages, each page a testament to the on-going relief of Said being heard, through the ‘Listen’, Listen being the Awake of Dreaming that causes.
To cause allows the Awake to move and the Said to be heard, and the heard to be Felt and Known enough to Register the Recognition. The House of Above Ground reaches past the limit.
Tulips, set at each place setting, bring the color up from below, and Alice, so familiar now with the Rabbit Hole, brushes off the loose dirt, and wipes out the teacups, and wipes off the saucers.
Company is coming, and the Cheshire Cat has polished that smile. The numbers are beginning to float out of their usual places, to create new equations, so that what was once one thing becomes another.
This is the way of things, when what was becomes what Is, and top becomes bottom, and bottom becomes sideways. Curious is the word for it, and what is curious stays with you enough to cause you to remember.
What is needed becomes available, when looking around and you find it at hand. The availability of the above comes to hand as you yourself become available to what is needed.
The ease of composure is natural, when you follow the curve and make way for yourself, so that your Threaded Existence can be the Expressionary Energy you have registered within your own calculations.
Fibered into the weave are the folds, creases, and bends necessary for the corrugation to take place. Distance becomes close up, and the message becomes clearer and clearer.
The Deep Listening gains ground and the traction needed becomes evident, so that what was known can become felt in a much wider scope. This then brings the focus forward for its own resilience.
The pliability of Consciousness allows us to bend with ease, and be able to integrate the differences between beginning and end, start and finish, top and bottom, and sideways allows shifts their room.
Equaling the distance to the forward, we come into a time registry that is filled with the tools needed to accomplish every task. Taking full whole in one hand, we no longer compensate for what we have, as of yet not have or seen.
The collecting of matter becomes the only cellular mass that can navigate exactly with our identity. We are no longer caught inside the muscle of force. We are not occupied by matter, that does not identify who we are.
We use the Imprintsial to identify what is and what is not. We are no longer caught in the cross-fire of confusion. We cannot be struggled out of our dream. We will step back and let go.
We will not sit in the place of last, we will set out of the place of place and sit into the motionary volume of ourselves. We cannot be masked into an unfamiliar identity that we ourselves do not even recognize in the mirror.
We begin to constitute more passion in our formula, to become less volatile. The volatile fear of the unknown will not catch us without an address. We get both our shoestrings tied, and we begin to walk in our Red Shoes, holding the Pulse of the Red Thread.
We close our eyes to memorize ourselves more deeply, so that then we begin to see. We follow the Codial, just as we follow the modial , and each connection of each corner is teemed into place.
The clock within us begins to tick around its own Conial foundation. We mark ourselves with a well-spring of our fullness, and all the numbers that we really know. All our knowledge begins to fall onto the pages of the writing of who we are.
We are the words that fall open, we are the channels that flow through, we are the stop of the grievances of the past, we are the door opening with the new key, that has a latch just in case.
We are no longer parted from what we seek, we are no longer sought to be what we are not. We are not a doll to sit on the shelf, to puppet out a life with a script, that we have no part of.
We came here for a much bigger reason that this. Now it’s time to sit into it, settle it, without grievances. Make the key sound of its brand, be the brand-maker of yourself. Occupy your capitals, no small stuff here.
The tiny alphabet has its place, but not here today. How big can you get it? How open can you make it? How unattached can you feel it? How strong can you reveal it? How many capitals can the monarch within you hold?
The monarch, before being over, was above in flight. The full color alphabet that it owned no property that was not its own. Rolling, rolling on out, like a new brand. Pressing the zero, pressing the deficit down on through the Zero.
This is where the butterfly engages reality, and you know the difference between initiated and not initiated, where the numbers become a reality that holds water, that holds pattern, that holds light, and becomes Illuminosity.
The toxic wealth begins to receive. The minute embodies itself as bold, and the new brand rolls out into the lane, and speeds up the course, so that what was thought behind, becomes in front of.
The labels are torn off, as out-dated, and the Nu of fresh from the harvested Garden, comes into Play. We will play with this new of brand new, we will weave the course with Threaded alliances that cover the territory well made.
Brilliant are the colors of this timing, brilliant is the light, as it unlocks the closed doors, and we just simply walk through, with all the hacks necessary to unbind the bound.
We have no limitational boundaries, we have no reasons to hold back the forward, we have no steps that aren’t available to us. We do have the resilience, fortitude, and endurance to carry through.
The openings are opening, and this adds levitation to the House coming above ground, and as we take the dirt that clings to us, we remember where we come from and where we are going.
To take soil and water, seed and dirt, ground and Place, is to plant Consciousness into the firmament. We instill the sounds of folding into the harmony of light, and we share the given.
We are not hacks, but we sure can create them. Hacks to unlock your storage cabinet of limitations, blockages, and untried possibilities. This we know to be an alchemical validity.
Alice nods her head, the Cheshire Cat smiles that toothy grin, the Hatter tips his hat, the Dormouse stirs his tea, and all you have to do is come have a sit down, relax, and let the Situla pour out for you.
The numbers add up, the equations formula the necessary shapes, lines, and colors that matter, and you simply receive the conveyance of information to make it available to your own life.
Levitational are the equations that change matter from a solid to an etheric mass, so that the change from difficult to easy takes shape. Once in the etheric state, matter can change shape and become the difference you are looking for.
A combination of Body Zero, Manifestational, and Fairie Imprintsial Patterns are necessary for the tumblers to tumble, and for you to land on your feet. These step are in front of you now.
Realize that what you want is omnidirectional in make-up, and your ability to become aware of your own Papered Awareness as valid, is your printed ticket to unfoldment. These creases, folds, and corrugations are there for you.
The radius runs the face of the clock, and the ticking is the sound of progression through number recognition. What goes up comes around, and the minute is another set of values keeping up with your Consciousness.
Being aware of the share-ability of gifts, is to finally understand what you’ve been given all along. The Spoon rests in your hands, and there are people starving for help.
Crossing the threshold, the foot steps over, and into the Nu, and what unfolds is Ready, as are you. The Ease comes readily into Place, and you feel at Home within the count and rhythm of Noted.
C becomes See, and the sight beacons you forward, with the anticipation of more lightness, more latitude, more navigability, so that the sounds you hear most are coming from your own throat.
Making way for the roots of our making, we mark the Time with our Voice, and we brand the Air with our scored Salt. The Mer in us E-Mer-ges, and we water the plant, that we ourselves are.
Closure:
Occupying the spaces between, will now give us the precision we need.
