The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Art of
Reaching and Declaring, Folding and Promising
Introduction:
Feeling the forward of color, the Blue emancipates this world, and forgives it of its rigidity, and Blue magnifies the above and below.
The Art of Reaching and Declaring, Folding and Promising
We are signaled now as wide enough, broad enough to receive the expansiveness of our reach. The allowing factors of our own desire envelopes us, and we are swaddled in our life of expression.
We now begin to sense even more deeply, and this sensing brings us the needed solace to soothe the mended ways of our torn passage. We rest easy, knowing that what we have created is indeed the desired acceptance.
When we fold into our own expanding acceptance, we are able to rely on the unfolding field of awareness that signals the envelope of our Papered Awareness, and this corresponds to the letter, our unending approach to consciousness.
The layers fold, bend, and corrugate themselves and we travel this terrain, this territory with wild abandon, and a keen sense of exactness.
The territory is engulfed in its own Mer waters, and the liquid essence is home to the electrical impulses coursing through our thoughts, as they inform their way forward through our footed path of Wood.
As we accept our own signals, we can acquire the level of trust necessary to listen more deeply to the sounds with the atmosphere and environment that carry the mycelial resonance.
Every footstep is imbued with its noted pathway, and as we sense these vibratory pattern waves, we can come to appreciate the subtle layers within Gaia, as she sends out the Mother Voice of our planetary consciousness.
The triangular notes of ABC are so lettered within our language, that the very makeup of what we receive, is numbered through the visage of limb, and the branch of knowledge.
We declare ourselves whole and complete, we promise ourselves to fold and bend, in order to reach the notes of heard, and we acquire a certain availability to ourselves, so that what we need becomes available at its deepest meanings.
The story of the telling is within the pages unfolding with the bend we have undertaken, the reach and stretch we have moved through, and the hope and endurance we have applied.
This keeps us open to the mark that is made, as we endeavor the task of story-making, the story-telling craft of alchemy.
There is a new balance that is coming, is unfolding, and is growing. Unseen from above the ground, but very real in its nested presence beneath the surface. We hear the sounds and can make out the clear notes of passage.
We reach into our Papered Awareness and realize that the circumferic momentum’s carried us across the abyss and into a new unfolding place of sound resonance, that allows us to savor the time given, as a resource of immense pleasure.
Time unfolds its path of space, and the gravity that magnetizes motion into movement, collects its needed elements, in order to accommodate us while we grow from root to crown.
Our crownial evolvement comes as we dive into the waters of our own Mer being, and the becoming that ensues. What was once impossible, becomes possible, as we uncover the layers beneath us.
As Spring draws closer, we are speeding up our desire for more sunlight and fresh air, we are smelling the differences as they conjure up the spelling of new in a different way.
The wider course is now set before us and we gather up our strength, our voice, and our willingness to bring Nu into a form that bridges old to new to Nu.
The latitude and longitude of the map, scores the round with purpose and the dotted path is the Red Thread of forward. We stitch ourselves more deeply into the crease of spine and story ourselves through our character.
What once was old, is no longer, and what is Nu is in this very moment of presence. We are present to the unfolding wrapping, and the gift we give ourselves is the ease by which we travel.
Second star to the right, with the help and assistance of the Fey Realm, we are now able to cross the divide and make our way over the obstacles placed in our way.
As we look around what has gathered us up in its immense smallness, we can feel the support and love surrounding us on all levels. The ease of what we have gathered has gathered us.
The inanimate has strength in its supposed stillness, but its resonance is stronger than the surface of looking. What seems still can be very much alive and with a capacity to communicate from inner to outer and back again.
There are many ways to bridge the gap between belief and despair, the very owning of the self can be daunting, yet the story behind understanding the nuances of a story, and the telling of it more than once, is invaluable.
The richness, the gold of it all, comes when you can truly remember the magic you knew, before you were told it was not. From little to big, from old to new the telling of the tales, the magic filled to over-flowing within them, a way to let you know of what more is out there.
Then the untelling and the unbelieving, the convincing and the shaming, that what was first learned was a lie, helps to set you up for all the gaslighting to come. The way around it is to remember, and to bring back the knowing of the first thought.
The papered Awareness circumscribes the ratio of the negative, and brings into play the building, the creating, the imaginational realm to oversee the greater, more expansive story of what gets told.
We are indeed full and wide enough in our life to allow in the beginning, the full radius of travel from center to the farthest edge, and relief upon our memory of child to grab back our hand and shake us free.
We do reach out to declare that what comes froward, that lights the way, is a good dose of story, not news. News is old, even new news is old news, and has been going on for millennia.
Story reaches past, and over the arcing history, the thread is read by the stitches stitched, the weave woven, and the character fleshed out.
No sooner can you sit down to tea than the Rabbit shows up with his fancy pocket watch, and the sudden appearance of a hole lands in front of you, and down you go.
We are not fools, but we are wise to the goings-on of certain wild hares in the living room. And when you make your living room a surrogate for the galaxy, then the hole that shows up could possibly be a blackhole filled with all kinds of time and space.
Here we can fold space and bend time with very little difficulty, and this allows for the squaring of the circle to complete itself easily. In this very same room resides the Kuan Yin Oracle of Compassion table, and it is there that magic happens.
To go on, the room is filled with books, filled with books, and art, and there is a Christmas Tree that stays up year round. It takes this sort of commitment to feed magic.
Environment helps with your imaginal realm travel, as does atmosphere, and both require foresight, hindsight, and direct sight. To be the eye of vision one must be the I of your Self.
We promise ourselves a place of great longing, a place that exudes the reaches of travel and the allowance of contribution. We contribute our creativity, our dexterity, and our ability to story equations into threaded signals of understanding.
We bead together the necessary holes, so that the Red Thread threads through and the passing of story from one to the next, is carried along the Fey line lineage and the Cat shows up with a grin.
Play is so powerful, which is why so many diminish it to a trinket or a toy, when actually it opens the the neural pathways to rejuvenation and regeneration. And play enters every room with a grace that overcomes stagnancy and stale quarters.
We signal ourselves with our demeanor, and if we are feeling off, then get off of it and on to play. Inside the current that easily gives space, when begin to expand takes up more room.
As the mature form of conscious thinking and living developes in a larger part of this world, there will be an ease that starts to develop, and this ease is not conquerable.
We are now in a space that gives breath to the lung of longing. The folded memory of the entire potency of creation is now beginning to unfold, and what was once unnegotiable is now negotiated.
The water element begins to navigate more in our lives, and the ability to float between levels starts to become easy. There is a new titanic power that can move what once could not be moved.
It unravels all the knotted up, and unthreads the unwound around. Each part of navigation becomes negotiated, above and below, and the total awareness makes measurement a skill, not a judging force.
We have now come to the blue level of the elemental assurance. The water intake in this level is needed to increase the spacial awareness, that is more leveled inside the blue of aquatic life.
The scarcity point is in the need, and the need is leveled out by water. The point of reference is more scaled to the color blue, and the blue is the inhalation of inspiration, balanced by water.
The full providence of what water gives is more in the awareness field now. The greatest volume of input is balanced out by water. Incorporating the many levels of blue, and its intensities, will help to provide the eye with more visionary acuteness.
The pulsating factors of need are accumulative and this allows a regulated response of space. The full integrity of what is given blue, within the inspiration, is a note of reference that is now needed.
We are now in the time of water inside alchemy, we are now inside the time of water, and it emulates through our thoughts and our feelings, and our negotiative power. We must listen to our water memories, and allow them to soften us, and the currency to flow and increase.
The giving force of liquid is now more emulated, and this allows us to navigate our Fish Files more easily. When the pleasure of feelings becomes more sensed, and the crownial evolvement becomes more aware, the attunement becomes more acute and aware.
We are allowing more room for the feeling self, and its voice. The making of presence flows back and forth, as part of, instead of separate from.
We know who we are because of water, our water memories enhance our life. Collectively we call forward at this time, the oceanic consciousness of the underworld, and allow it more freedom to balance our upper world.
We call in the miniature and the tall, the soft and the hard, the dull and the sharp, all creating a new current that can climb to the top of our Tree of Life, and yield us sovereign of our complete world.
The creative spaces that now call forward in our daily circumference, are much more vast in their interconnecting light patterns, and can catch light into our body waters, and allow it to regulate more keenly our Sovereign Selves.
The common thread is smoother and more elastic, because of the increase in moisture content and fiber consistency. We put out our hand and the thread arrives, we put out our foot and the step comes under, we put out our voice and the master calls. The master of ourself calls us forward, to negotiate more water than ever before.
When we wheel in the distance, and roll out the forward, we need to include Water, we need to line it with blue, and interchange the smooth layer of blue willingness.
We are a continent within a continent, within a galaxy, and we coordinate our watery layers with our seas, above and below. We connect our beginnings to our endings, and our endings to our beginnings.
Equational distances start to form, and they slide into patterns, that ease the vastness, and bring in close the detail that is needed to allow.
The spoken word becomes the verbal passage, and the verbal passage becomes the interior throne of a Sovereign Being.
The quality of life becomes the purity of water we are. We renew the flow within us, we renew the content of Blue, and the Violet surrounds us in memory of our collaborative volume with Red.
Save the knot, undo the thread, create the flow, and forgive the waste of water. The narrow bridge between here and there, yes and no, water and mind, position and between, all connect the bridge from one side to the other.
Our watery selves liquify the resistances and create an easy pathway out of any binding containment. We are free within the new story to float above the current chaos and bring quality to an untamed realm of need.
Closure:
Blue, the magnificent, becomes your passkey to the most momentous of the future curvings.
