The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Looking Deeply Into The Pitch Of She We Linger
Introduction:
Severing no connection, we move more forward as who we are.
2024 October 25th Issue
Looking Deeply Into The Pitch Of She We Linger
Inside the moment of stretch, we reach further into the Between, where the Magic lives and flourishes. When you look deeply, and pitch yourself forward, you come into the Magic of what lives in each of us, if allowed room to breathe.
Autumn continues to introduce us to the expressed changes from the heated warmth of summer. We linger in the Garden to soak into the fall colors, to feel the crisp air, and remember the excitement of the growing season.
Now we shift our gaze towards the leaf fall, that the Mycelial network calls for, the letting go of a robust light and warmth, for a more subtle cooling and soft turning in, to a more rooted way.
Pitching ourselves beneath the canopy of colorful leaves, we branch our efforts towards the new found freshness that inspires the inner journey with more time, more insight, more longing for the coming coziness.
What the Papered Awareness knows, is the continuation of a seasonal shift brings a continuation of a refreshed outlook on a new inlook.
We wrap ourselves in what is to become our own Swaddled Presence, and this brings us into a shifted alliance with our inner-most depths. We become even more of whose are, when given the chance to spend time with ourselves.
Even Alice is wearing gloves now, and the Cheshire Cat has on his best fur cap, while the Rabbit has gotten out his quilted waistcoat, and the Dormouse is constantly pouring more hot tea.
The Table is set, so you might as well join us, the maths add up, and the scones are piping hot. Where jam is concerned, it is important not to miss your opportunities, or delay a good tea.
Seasonally you must circumnavigate the global light rotation, and become accustomed to the unravelling of longer lighted plans, for a quieter, less lit version of what goes for adventure.
Being in port is more than just being tied up at dock, it is being available to the ferment of grapes, and the tawny port of harvest. To have a nip, is to warm the cockles, and re-frame the question, “ What are we doing with this next season?”
Wrapping ourselves in the combined strengths of what makes us mark, makes us desire to write, draw, and paint, we are consigned to our own Fire, the Fire Autumn calls for.
Being more than seasons alone, we are 360 degrees, we are the circumferic measure of Round, and the Sound notation is harmonic in our ears, mind, and Soul. This leads us to incorporate the necessary tones that occupy our inner world.
The Red Thread weaves its Magic and ties itself, inside and out, to the Mycelial resonance rooted deeply in our nervous system, bringing the vibrational match that lights our way.
The Footed Path gardens itself throughout our yearly climb, and as we wobble this world into travel, we take the matrix apart, in order the dissuade the contractual limitations compounded layer after layer into the dust of rock.
Instead, we rock and roll our way out of confinement, and into the creative expressions that form new patterns of Well-being, Compassion, and Love. This is the work of the Story-tellers, this is the work of character building and expression.
We crease, bend, and fold around the reach of each season, we seem to follow a path of the Sun, and the light given, to thread our way through; under, over, and between.
The Between gives us the room for change, rotation, resonation, and the skill of Story. Traveling the chasm and its void, brings us into a stride that steps over limit, and its followers; doubt, hesitancy, and fear.
Beneath the soil of our feet lies the heart of matter, in its Gaiac expression. Fathoming comes from the distance between above and below, and lets us encounter the roots of our making.
We build what we are given, and we accept the given as Gift, so that as we make the marks of language, of communication, of community, we can adjust from old to new.
Even a repeat is new, each moment being the answer to the last question, and the foreseen of the future. The family of letters, the family of numbers, the family of blood and connection, all converge to say.
Saying gives Voice to Inner, and Inner are the places of Home that reside, tucked into the layers of memory, both past and future, building inside of Present.
Turning the Corner, the wrap of Swaddle is made even more abundant. This we feel in our bones, and know that the brightness is evened, into a light that gives comfort, as the season reaches towards Winter.
We climb our reach, and gain new ground, so that as we deepen our comfort into Swaddle, and the settling of Home sets the scene for positive developments, ones that open doors of opportunities and delight.
Woven into the fabric are the threads of counting, counting that does not limit, but rather, expands the telling to a new level of knowing, a knowing that understands the below and above.
Creating space for the changes, opens up an allowing within the Self, so that the Soul has room to roam around, gathering threads, leaves, twigs, and moss, to feather the nest with Gaia, with nature releasing and giving to us.
Counting further down the line than ever before, we gathered all the letters in a basket, the numbers climb in on their own, companions that they are, and we bring them inside into the winter wrapped porch.
As the letters stretch across the page, and our Papered Awareness follows its course, we feel the fine within the lines of thought and the matter of Consciousness. Here we find the way through the Treaded Existial Mode.
As the moment stretches, the threads hold, and the Red of Pulse opens the Heart to hear the sounds of Fall in its fullness of color, and its crunch of Sound.
What is, is a powerful and telling Story, one remembered throughout the eons, one that touches deeply into the sounds of the seasons, and the turn of Gaia, as she releases color into the atmosphere.
Our environment is meant to be a swaddling of Love and Compassion, to elicit Well-being into the cellular make up of our molecular memory. The Mem brain stretches to unfold us and cause visual acuity beyond just eyesight.
Marked by chance, made through Love, we are situated between life to life, and we are caused by the remnants of starlight, dusting across the face of Gaia, keeping the flow of life alive.
To create comfort, Home, Place, Abode, is to enter, beyond the exit. The Rooted Firmament is tied closely to your breath, and breathing in the sustenance of a leafed existence, is to be part of, not separate from.
The Tree closest to you is the closest companion in your nature, be it outside your window, or a day’s drive away, doesn’t matter. The roots find you and care for you unannounced.
The point of the dot is always the starting place for any Story, the tip of the pen, the point of the pencil, the end of the brush, all add up to the down of putting. Put it down, get it on Paper, in notebook, on a canvas. With it you reach past the here, and more deeply into the Now.
What is, is often something that must be endured, and the perseverance it takes is set deeply into the Time. We represent to ourselves much more meaning than we even realize.
We find when the need comes, the body is ready for the acceptance of more. We take into ourselves a greater resonance that can realize a deeper course, a more resonant state of being, and the connection that we need to everything we are, so we can pull from many ledgers and archives.
The stationary fold is one that can stabilize this time, and it is quite remarkable, in the resilience that it gives. We are now taking in more volumes of this resilience.
In the beginning there was the eye (I), and it folded into a zillion corrugations, leaving the Existial permanently in place. The outer stretch of many Realms are given to us, and this creates a great flexibility, to accommodate ourselves in this time.
We can pull from lots more, than we presently realize. There is more of Gaia, set into place at our fingertips, to utilize.
We can calm the waters of ourselves, we can reaffirm a planted stability, we can come forward, on many levels at once, and we realize what is Real within us.
The opening speculation is now set into Grace, and the folded harmonics shifts our Time, and mobilizes the sanctity of Sacred Space.
We acquire more visualization to access our needs, this in turn evolves our stretch. There is presently a clearing of our archival past, so that we can utilize more of our transformational skills.
Purposed are many levels of this time, that will stabilize and give us support. We are naked to the Square, and the fold is pending the crease forward. To see and not to see, is the wisdom of the fold, and it makes Square the potentiality ahead.
We are now in the completionary volume of Need, and we are capable of utilizing all its parts very quickly. This assures us a very fast speed of assimilation, that makes the acceleration potentualized.
The volume of color is fully accessed, and the points of reference are stabilized into a Squared Perspective, that can create a Box of Potential.
There is now more substance in the hold of ourself, and we can make ready most scores needed. We have become excelled in the connection to ourselves, Source, and beyond.
The potentiality that moves through our lives at present, is fully accessed, and the moment of the mark is realized. All this, inside the Seed of this time, and we take care to actualize it easily.
Every moment in time is now seen in our span, and this has taken many years to accomplish, because of the allowing Presence, of expansion as Need.
To fully acquaint ourselves with the expansionary, emotionary, expressionary volume of our lives, needs a full acquaintance, with our Archivial Presence in Time and Space.
We are not deleted on any level, because we have reinforced our Presence in the now here. The falling back period has already happened, and now our course is forward with resolution, and a present power.
Nickelation is cast deeply into our realization, and we take the five and create the change of six. Six times six, times six, and on it goes.
We find ourselves more deeply listening, as each quarter passes, till we know the value and volume of 10, relating in our world as 12.
The nine forgives the numbers that follow, and the Trinary Code attaches to the nine, to create a much more significant significator.
We spirited in, many volumes, and we know our passage within and without. Scramble up your Potential, the Alembic Egg has decided what it wants to Be.
We remember to begin, and in this the end is momentary, before the begin begins again. We actualize from this realization, and grant even more wishes, free.
There are so many at this time, that perceive that there is only one way, but in the Middle it is all been cast into a Realm of Awareness, that corrugates everyone into a visionary completion.
Healing the Throne of Acceptance, we sit into the larger speculation of our future. In between the consolation of what we now know, and the promise of what we will know, is the exactness of what is known, in the 3 quarters of Trinary Code.
We announce without heaviness, the weight of what we now are, in Time and Space. From this we float free of any encumbrances, and allow ourselves the ease of moving forward.
Into the depth of each season, we are Swaddled into a wrap of such brilliance, and the Light, designed for best results, accompanies the travel. With each season we levitate our needs, so that when we accompany ourselves, we are grateful.
The stretch is worth the time it takes to be present within the moment, the Between, where kindness resides, and the contracting limitations fall away, compost for all that is to come.
We look into the Pitch of She, and the Mother Tongue fills our words to overflowing, so that what we speak aligns the atmosphere and environment, with a Will strong enough to set right the Angle.
