The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
We Build Each Day A Kinder Piece That Includes More Of Us Introduction:
Like Paper Dolls in childhood, we now learn the multiplicity of a much larger wardrobe with a kinder piece of taste.
2024
October 11th Issue
We Build Each Day A Kinder Piece That Includes More Of Us
In order to fit into your life more completely, you engage in the building of a Space that Time can unfold in with ease. The gathering together of pieces, interior and exterior, creates the landscape, atmosphere, and environment to include you wholly.
We build us more, so that we fit inside ourselves as we grow, each stitch, each thread, each fiber folded, creasing, and bending. The Corrugated Self rolls itself inside you so completely, that what you thought was you becomes so much more.
Timed to perfection, the Space of you unfolds its acreage, and what you thought was small becomes vast. The sounds you hear are not just from nearby, they are immense, and have travelled long distances to reach just you.
Edging the fine line, the marks you make are made, so that you, and those who desire, are able to increase their movement into a Place of Real. Nurturing and being nurtured, the hallmark of a found journey, mapped and navigated beautifully.
Reaching past the past of was and into the past of current, where you can call upon all that you hold dear, the ancients reach forward, as you reach forward, and the unison is palpable.
Breaking with the old past, and reaching the sound of Nu, you are able to announce a pleasant way of Being, one that flowers itself into bloom and becomes the Honey of Comb.
To be Combed, to feel the rise of resilience and being self-reliant, comes from an allowance of a remarkable stability flowing from the internal nature of Hivial. The levitational quality of Bee-coming is the inherent integrity of the Garden Plan.
Once laid out, each day, week, month, season, and year, combine themselves into pieces of Time made Whole. The Garden is calendared into the Sacred Language of the Mother Tongue, and storied into telling.
Our Papered Awareness, charactered by a Willingness to Listen, foretells the Language coming down from ‘on high’, the grounds for levitation and the buoyancy of Light, brought forward through the Mother.
To be Mothered, is to be part of, and to be part of is to be connected, grounded, and centered. When connected by the core of the cord, the fibered umbilical, we are all Beecombed by the Hivial nature of Comb.
To be Combed is to be Groomed, the Wedded Circumference of couple connected, and the lace of fiber woven into the Red Thread of Pulse found rhythmic, and inflamed in Passion.
As the One becomes Two, and the Two becomes Three and more, we fit ourselves into the flow of numbers and the letters they produce of Introduction. Introduced to more, we become familiar and relaxed within Community.
Involved in the Round of Sound, we balance our levitational quality with the grounded nature of planetary evolvement, so that what goes up comes down, in a fashion that is fashionable.
The Rabbit is never far away from fashion, and to fashion something out of nothing is a favorite of the Cheshire Cat, so there you have it. Get comfortable with Fiction being the Fact you live within.
There’s not one Rabbit Whole worth falling down, if you can’t get back up. The numbers and odds are always in your favor, and being odd is definitely a good calling card when it comes to all bets off.
The number of times you are included far out-weigh the times you are not, unless you are doing something right, when others are left out. It only goes to show you, once you’ve picked yourself, you are always on the winning team.
To count yourself out, is to bemoan the fact that fiction has any value, and we all know that the facts add up to zero, and zero adds up to any multiple of things, like pocket watches and ginger bread, and tea with crumpets.
If you jam it all together, and apricots are on the list, then you might as well add Alice into the fray, because when your nerves are frayed and on end, is when you have the very best chance of seeing Fire, the element of Rising.
The circumferic measure of fiction is two facts added together to get a third. Divide the Circle into thirds, assign each part to the Whole, and when you reach the center, you stand to gain the cylinder.
To be lent a cyl, is to be given a place to rest your el-bow, and by adding el to the eight of bow, you have the remains of an embodiment of letters, and numerical fix for the infinity of equation.
Non-sense is the nature of Zero, the point that is an infinite amount of energy coming from the vacuum of Space, timed to the infinite degree of perplexation, a place of subtle inference, not unlike Wonderland.
Looking for our Sacred Language, we piece together the fabric of our own weaving and the threads weave themselves into Wholeness. This encourages us to continue the Path of Discovery and this prepares us the resonance beneath our feet.
Only until we stop the doubting of limitational logic, will we be able to corrugate the messages within the folds, and the bending into, allows us to hear these profound insights.
Taking in the fabric, that has swaddled us into a cocoon of magnificent color, we come into the Home of Place and the receivement of language that speaks to us of Well-being, Compassion, and Love.
Knowing what you follow, brings you the attributes of your own calling, which in turn, Stories you into the character of your Becoming. The Kinder Piece is the one that nurtures you through and through.
The fiction of Story-telling is the Fact of living, and when you live a life of wonderment, a life of creativity, a life of communication with the Fey, then you have indeed become Home to the elementals of what builds this, and all worlds.
Transforming yourself through applied physics, taking the solid of the Ethers, and mixing it with the Water, Earth, Fire, and Metal elements, you can be in form, and informed of the reality of Rare.
Rare are the teeth of Hens, rare are the Blue Whales, rare are the hopes and dreams of the Creatives in this world, and yet, here they all are. It takes a gizzard to understand the teeth of Hens, in other words, you have to go inside, to understand how the outside is assimilated.
The Ancient of Fey goes way beyond the boundaries of Gaia, they compose the Galaxies, and bring information, through Light, into the mind of Matter, and the Dreams of Becoming.
The Ancient Modern speaks through the eclipse of emotional waters, and transcends the stoppage of insight and its Intention. Loaded into the baggage of luggage, the contents spill out into an order, that opens the Portal to Creative connections.
Once reminded of the smallness of immense, one can see how what fit into one suitcase, one kayak, one house, can be the effectiveness of corrugation and the pathway to Portal Awareness.
Your Papered Awareness is so deeply connected to the intrinsic yielding to Magic, that when allowed room, the room expands its reach, and reaches beyond. Territory is simply the recognition of Place, and place yields its favors when settled into and deeply heard.
Listen to your own Place, both within you, and around you, and you will be able to read the writing on the Wall of your abode. We are the Whales, and the asemic and runic writings adorn the foldings within our Place of Real.
The Matter of Listening is one of immense importance, as in it are all the notes of both sound and silence. Threaded through the Mycelial Network, the Rooted of Tree Connection, we are able to ground ourselves into a gravity based levitation.
Being able to be both present to the Present, and available to the levitational lift of Flight, is to be available to vast openings within the construct of Story. Telling are the many folds, bends, and creases one makes when we mark and paste ourselves into a Story, Twice Told and made Real.
Accompanying every process, there is a Said that needs to be called out, a Said that remembers we have done this before, and we are now doing it better.
In doing it better we can cast a larger space, where there is no counting, no distributing, just Squaring the Circle in a nest of a life we have built.
To know it better is the Fiber of Existence, that does not question the Thread, or count the stitches in its Weave, because it is always new.
We when catch up with ourselves, we find out what a marvel we are, how much more we know about the Sleeve of a weave, and how it accompanies the Arm in a Language of Marking.
Marking what the Fold knows, marking what the Cloth says why a wardrobe would match what we are, because everything has our Signature in its Existence.
Moving through the crowded memory, we realize nothing is in vain, nothing is apart from, its all conducted to match our Signature.
The Fibers in Words, Language, Creative Flow, Initiating Factors, and compliment allowing, is all part of this Metal within Fiber.
In allowing a kind of peace, there is a full spectrum of speaking Metal, an illuminary piece of vibrational speed, with the weaving of Copper through Fiber, creating a thread of resistance that can prevail, through a time of resistance.
When one is within another, and another is within the other, there is an elemental Existence of Power.
The speaking through is Existial, and it connects the Soul to a time of Fire.
A time of Neede Fire, and the recognizing of the Power of Desire. When Desire moves through us, we become a needle pulling thread, that resolves the need, and quickens the Thread.
We must, in these times, relate ourselves to Fiber, it was one of our first connections to being part of the world we lived in. The Fire, the Need, the Fiber, the Thread, the Word.
Wood Fire, the Tree kindling the Need into flesh, Life, and Exhalation. Pouring ourselves outside of hunger, and into the fluency of Language, we connect to all of Life.
Gaia being a force of Will that holds Life, feeds Life, generates Life, and carries Life. In the enduring of Power, there is a relief when kindness steps in, with its threading piece that connects all things to all things, and allows the gentle exposure of life to itself.
It is all one Thread, one Life, one Fiber, one Metal foresting the multiplication and intricacy of the other. When we speak of the other, we are speaking of everything, and so we are always part of in a generous gesture of kindness, the ability to be in the generosity of Kind.
To motionary master of this, is held in the tone of Element, Metal folded together in a collaborative corrugation of Sound.
The memory of Gold folds into the memory of Copper, the memory of Copper folds into the memory of Brass, that folds into the memory of Tin, that folds into the memory of Silver, that folds into the memory of Bronze.
The requirement inside of integrity, of colloidal awareness, moves all this elemental sound of Metal, into a corrugated fusion of what fibers the sleeve of conscious Awareness.
The entitlement of precision is accompanied by the Pineal Eye and its precisional speed that cuts out the pattern, so the sleeve matches the Need.
Permeation of the primal, primeval networking is allowed a runway of precisional acquisition that affirms the primordial awareness as the Original Needle, and the commitment of the original penetration of the Thread of Copper creating speech, that penetrates the generalization of form, that does honor the detail of the conceiver, and now this has been brought forward, for the first dot of imagery to be identified.
The primary code of Zero built till the mark is seen and the spot is heard, and the Zero is quickened to One.
The One being the Zero of both nothing and everything, the One being the First and the Last, the One being in all directions at once.
The Story starts and stops, period.
Closure:
Coming closer to the heat of what Kindness means, we engage a Triple Thread, Trinary Code.
Publishers” Su.Sane & Robert Hake,
