The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Inside The Color And Shapes Of Our World We Speak
Introduction:
Coming back to oneself in a new way, we have not done before.
2024 November 1st Issue
Inside The Color And Shapes Of Our World We Speak
We are beholdened to speak, as the Light of Creativity wells up inside us and the words come above ground, up beyond the Roots of our Saying, and enter the Air of our composure.
We coin a phrase, we coin a new minted version, we allow the Tree, Thyme, and Mint to unfold with us, as we engage each day more deeply into the Mycelial conversation that Gaia speaks.
Where we are is a trajectory through Space, and we are Time unfolding the patterns of speech and thought, combined both grey matter and Pleiadian thought. We are ones who star-speak our words.
We are encodements of primary numbers, lettered into our Papered Awareness, so that what is right in front of you, has a voice of recognition and a place to land. This gives substance to the field of energy forming.
The base metal becomes molten within the thought, and as it heats and cools, it forms its many layered meanings, and the true form of what becomes. Becoming is the phase that provides us with a grounded perspective.
Rich in the metaled awareness, are the deep fibers woven into a solid, so that the levitation of matter is registered into a format of sound frequency that can emit Consciousness into the Etheric Realm of Space.
Time then wraps around the formed substance, be it photonic or Galactic, and travels the distance created between the folds, in this Sound is created from thought, and the color and shapes form inside and out.
Time opens through the Door of Willing, and we are adept at opening doors as they appear to us, without hesitation, and with the excitement of the Magic instilled in every drop of the Universe.
Sound moves through the threads of the Fibered Expression, and what opens is what is invited. We invite the Ease to reside in every fold, crease and curve.
Papered Awareness automatically folds with the bending curve of thought, and allows the process of becoming to move forward with ease. Once the energy motion has gained ground, the emotion is ready to formulate.
The equationary pattern releases its photonic light, and what was unseen becomes available for insight, leading then to visual acuity and pronounced patterns of speech, so that what was thought becomes what is said.
Each time we mint a new phrase, we are coined into the bank of knowledge that prolongs the giving, in order for Consciousness to gain its traction, through shape, line, and color.
The artistic flow of visual shaping, allows us to fabricate the necessary algorithms that produce an acceptable range of connecting fibers, linking one set of equationary components to another set.
When the Table is set with the correct number of place settings, then the entire wholeness of scene is encountered and left with reason as reasonable, and the atmosphere and environment are held in Place.
Alice knows when in the story to stop and give pause to the overflow, allowing you, the reader, to catch up with the equationary calculation, and see what the woven threads of Story are actually telling you.
No sooner are you up-to-date than she takes off again, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller, most definitely never the same, making sure you get the gist of what is on topic and what is not.
The November Garden is one that culminates in colors on the grounded floor, and the mark of finishing up what was above and skyward. The Trees are losing their leaves, and are eternally grateful for the rest coming.
We, too, begin to slow our pace, even though there are things to do beyond count. Nevertheless, we are reminded to ease Up and slow Down, so that what was skyward sent, can now be Gaia composted.
Equal in day to night, we are able to see in the dark, the meaning of what it is that fibers us into place. Home. Home takes us from dis-placed, from miss-placed, to an Infinite Home that carries with it opportunity.
The Metal of our demeanor brings with it the marks of a coin’s edge, ridges, or creasing, that characterize the footed traction needed to roll forward. The Coin of the Realm is simply the Round of Mark struck into Metal and allowed to roll out the Door.
Our eyes see the Color of Autumn, as the Fall comes unraveled, and the crunch sounds beneath our feet, so that when we associate Sound to Pattern, we are aware of our Threaded Existence.
Timed to perfection, we are able to mount the Ger, and steady the Shem, so that the Lift of Levitation can come to a Nu position of Crownial Evolvement. We reflect to ourselves a position of collaboration and renewal.
Reaching past the past, and moving deeply into the future, we climb our way up the ascending spiral, and rest ourselves securely into a fit of nested comfort, one that allows expansion and expression beyond limit.
This brings the Magic into a Realm of Threaded Awareness, that secures Papered Awareness and a Squared Perspective, into the folded comfort of Seasonal Shift.
We create past the illusion of limit, so that what was said can become more than first thought. First thought always leads to the ease of second, and the most of third, so that comfort in the knowing rests in the feelings of what is to come.
The Story unfolds its telling, that radiates the light of expression and the flow of corrugation, so that the Cheshire Cat grins that grin, and the Rabbit watches his watch, to time the exact precision of Tea Party.
Setting the Table, in order to invite generosity into the room, and have a simple way to unfold into conversation, and the feeling of connection. Space opens the Door to Time, and Time connects us deeply.
We mint fresh the exchange, between thought and speech, as the creative flow coins the harvest of Time in the Space of acceptance. This give us the security and the safety sought, as Safety Made Real comes into Place.
The Garden begins to fold her wings, and we gather in her Color, so that what Shapes our winter, is one of abiding Grace and the deep longing of Home secured. We turn over the dirt of our nutrition, and root up the morsels that will get us through the ahead times.
Fibered into warmth, we knit ourselves into the Color, Shape, and Weave that swaddles us into a Place of Home so delicate, that we can muse into a creative Space and feel able to be the Expression of Love, Compassion, and Well-being.
Around the Winter Table, the Story-telling will go deep, with its rich layers of folded letters, becoming the numbers laid out, for ease of hearing. The Listening will be easy, and the fibers strong.
Weave after weave, we bring the fibers together and tighten the craft, so what was loose becomes tightened, and filled with the essence of Solomon’s Seal, we can rest assured the Situla will hold the Water of our Dreams.
Home becomes the Place that holds the most caring, the most loving, the most understanding of the life of Creatives. Here we can unfold our wings and perch ourselves in the branches above us.
Our Mycelial Network, connected deeply with our Rooted Way, gives us the Story-telling ability to carry the Songs that harmonize and soothe the Soul, beyond the confines of logic based in limitational thought.
Becoming ready for each level as it arrives, we learn to fluff the layers and make room for the deeper complications, held deeply in the simplicity of Life.
What is most conducive of Life is the most simplest of aerated layers, and folded into place. The connections being fused to hold weight and protect a weave that holds the fibers of resonance.
When the full embodiment is witnessed more by the light it carries, there is a stronger weave that enables Grace to elongate the fold. These folds are imperative for the ease of corrugation, and corrugation is imperative as a naturalizing fiber.
Folding the forward inside of the course, we now locate a new visionary resiliency, and this creates the space to bring ourselves home to.
Once movement of the past stops running, we are finally able to see up more closely, the Centered Awareness of what is now looking us straight in the face.
We are calmed by this, and we begin to know that all is in the right order, of the shift that is needed right now. We are called into a deeper emotionary awareness, so we can see things before and after they move.
The center of our vision is stronger, and more capable of folding a more focused resonance. We now employ much more visionary acuity, than we were capable before. We can look deep into, and resonate with, the truth of the moment.
We are calling within us, a new surface of responsibility, that relies totally on our inner strength and clarity. We number ourselves in a way of constancy, that is capable of holding the Light, in an angle of increased understanding.
It is all simple, and simple is what we are finally looking for. The completionary piece of this time, is capable of creating a much longer Resolution, and a much deeper Cause.
We are responsible for what we are able to respond to, and this is the position we strive to remain in. If you keep to what is simply straight ahead, you will see with your own two eyes, what is ready and what is not.
This capability is what is essential in the forward time. This time is for success not failure, this time is for what you are, not meant to be. The Door that opens, is the White Door that you marked your content on, and it will open to all that you already belong to.
The door of darkness is not your feed, and you will lose your gifts inside of it. There is no remembering in this door of darkness, that has no match to light the way.
It is about what you couldn’t be, wouldn’t be, and what you haven’t been. There is no point in this, it has no intentionality.
Move through the door of what is in your hand, what is straight ahead, what has your number on it, what has feed in it, and is already occupied fully by you.
It knows your way, it knows your gift, and it knows what you are already capable of what you are doing. Simplify yourself to put this door knob in your hand, and turn it to the next Visionary Purpose, that you already know.
One two three, council yourself with the oracle within you. One two three, inform yourself of what you already know, before you knew you knew it.
Make sure you have listed what is next, that you already know, make sure you have paleted what is next, that you already know. You are never here in this world in the dark.
What you’ve been told, about your aloneness, is not free to answer your questions. Mark all your boards with your own signature, and know you are the only one to sign below.
When you are called, memorize your own voice, so you will recognize it, before it comes in the room. Make no mistake, there is no other just like yours.
The safe does not open to any other lock, and it knows your imprint as Home, so look up around the corner, and see yourself coming, and put out a welcome sign, so you know you have finally arrived, and let no one else stand in your door.
This time is for remembering who you are, and who you are being. Make ready the unfolding of the gifts yourself brings to you to share with others. To not share is to fold in on yourself, and become one with the nothing.
Each Table is set to receive, each Tea Party is ready to receive Alice and her entourage, each Place is set to make light of heavy, to levitate the mundane, and to relish the pickle we’re in.
No one does not know we aren’t completely in our dream, and in order to change that, we must tell a Story so different, that even your hearing wonders what in the world is going on.
This is true brilliance, when the mind simply must follow the heart, whether it’s the right way or not. To paint the town Red, is to Thread it with the Pulse that remains true to itself.
