The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Calling Forward the Pitch of the Rabbit’s Leap, You Listen
Introduction:
Slowly putting our foot forward, we leave an imprint of our presence, that can bridge ourselves and others back and forth in expression, in this world that is too busy experiencing, learning to actually express themselves as Beings.
Calling Forward the Pitch of the Rabbit’s Leap, You Listen
We are deep inside the course of the Rabbit, and we listen attentively, our ears not as long as the Rabbit’s, but reaching just the same. The Red Thread sounds its notes deep above and deep below, so that we don’t miss a thing.
We wonder how we fell, how we disappeared from what we once knew, how we came to this place of deeper wonder and longer tables, filled with platters, teacups, and saucers.
Time seemed to stop, only the Rabbit’s pocket watch worked, and it kept its own time, which ran fast. Math can be a very precarious thing, it can take you places you normally wouldn’t imagine.
You could only calculate it, once you had the new numbers, and those only appear when the Cat shows up from Sirius. You can count your lucky stars when that happens.
The crunch of leaves always happens in the fall, and we fell an immeasurable distance, so the subtle became ordinary, and the ordinary became ridiculous .
To fit a story inside letters takes a tremendous amount of numbers, and the calculations for it to fit are impossible to comprehend, so the best most possible thing to do is stretch your ears as far as they will go, and listen.
Take it all down, which is absolutely the way you fell, until you started floating up, take it all down and include it in your telling. Of course no one will believe you, but that is not the point.
The point is at the tip of your pen, or pencil, if you’re into retro, and each letter exudes from the needle, as you thread together the letters you’ve given. It is all about being given to.
The math sometimes falls off at the edge of the map, the chart, the path, but as long as you have a good navigator, you’ll be fine. The equational radius seems to point from the center to the inside edge of the circle.
To get to the outside of the circle requires a sharp needle pulling thread. Once outside the circle, the sphere, if you will, the globe becomes one of multiple bubbles coming from the quantum realm, the Fey realm, and the angelic realm.
Each realm has its point of reference, and the sounds they emit are unique and individual to themselves. We are able to hear each, as we attune ourselves to the creative notes of expression.
Time, held within the pocket of the Rabbit, leaps from moment to moment, scatterings; thoughts, ideas, inspirations, insights, spoons, spools of thread, corks, marbles, and string.
There’s a theory about the string, but it’s too long to get into right now. The point is, we are in this together, and the time we are now in is asemic, that is it isn’t based on anything you’re familiar with.
Nothing to be frightened of here. You read a book, you finish it, and you’re not afraid to pick up a new book, because you already know it’ll be different, so you different isn’t scary.
There is no Boo to Nu. When you realize the land you’ve landed in isn’t the land you thought, then you are free to explore the expression of how sentience permeates the all of everything, and not just the some of somethings.
Remember limitation has no logic to it, only shortcomings. If you get the short end of the stick, well, there just is only so much the gravity can do with it, except help you out, if you drop it.
Make a sound, mark a sound, create a sound, use the stick, set fire to it and use the charred end to make your mark, cave in to the feeling of ancient and fill your walls with the drawn and quartered past.
We are at the Long Table, the Rabbit says time’s in the pocket, time to pocket your dreams and wishes, make a wish and a hope and a prayer, they all work, and set out, grab your sail, your hoe, your basket, your hat and start.
Pitch yourself out, be the baby in the bathwater, and float downstream, taking in the sights and sounds of all the sentience out there. Be someone who imagines everything is alive.
Rock yourself awake, spoon yourself into the next bowl of humming, be the singing bowl of great comfort. Feed your soul and those around you, who are not yet so sure that life is alive all around them.
Blue, a note of emotion, an E of surety that moves the color of acceptance into the fibers woven into the tapestry. Your Papered Awareness takes up the calling and remembers the ease and comfort.
The under sound comes up through your feet, and you understand how to step up to your own expression, full, complete, and ready for bloomage.
We relate to the upside down, when so many are either confounded by it, or simply cannot abide it when their tea pours itself out and the room slides east. There are more mysteries than you could possibly count.
We are inside such a huge story, that you cannot see the sides to it, or the ceiling for that matter. And ceilings are what are breaking, smashed through as easily as wishing the limit would vamoose.
We find ourselves in the Room of Time, and the doorknob is clear across the expanse, and to get there from here will take a folding to in crease time shortening. Fold upon fold, corrugating the folio, until your feet are standing in front of the Door to Expression.
Gently fit your key [you] into the whole and turn to the right two times. There you will find yourself surrounded by starlight and the expansiveness of space. Stars will surround you and you will be in awe.
The Sun lights you up, and being upside down makes complete sense, your feet follow you around like a pet dog full of loyalty and courage, the steps seem easy now, and you float free of the old.
How old are you really, anyway? The leaves that crumble beneath your feet have done it countless times in the past, and the Tree you belong to, they belong to, as well.
Family, rooted beyond the current, and held fast by the unlimited expression of what the Tree of Life gives, is what you are part of, we are talking the ancient family from distant lands, other worlds, galaxies, universes.
The ease is getting easier, as you will notice, and the tea is pouring easier, and the plates are filling up on they own, which happens when you allow the stars and their consciousness to enter the Door of Time with you.
Smile and hum, it’s the best you can do to keep levitation afloat and you upright. Remember to take in account that the post is still active and the letters are starting to come in.
Be ready for your own good fortune, and resist feeling at loose ends. There is nothing to worry about, just notice the changes taking place around you, and that what goes up floats down eventually.
The letters line themselves up and create the words of comfort, the lines of connecting dots, and the happiness of a good story well told. You are now able to understand the world inside the world, the inner and the outer, and it feels delicious.
A good read is a meal well attended, and the components are the ingredients necessary to fulfill the hunger of longing and the compassion of love.
Inside the codial appetite, there is much now that registers as food, but never has before. The hunger is now deeper, more expansive in thought, more expansive in need for thought, that levitates one’s senses.
There is a cooperative flow that gestates just below this life, and it rises to feed what is just above this life. There are many ways to savor the senses of taste, there are many ways to savor the senses in the appetite of love.
Love that manages to feed the expression we have come for. When we are all done with experiencing, then we are all done, then we begin to live differently.
We live to express not experience, we express in so many ways, that the appetite of need for expression is limitless. We will never be done, with expression, like we are done with experience.
There is a whole new lead that now surfaces in the world, and it yearns for expression. Life is made to express, it is never made to learn, because it is never made by ignorance.
Ignorance needs to experience and learn, expression is, and it is, and it is. Source is, experience is ignorance of itself, and its true core.
The lie is experience, because there is ignorance. The truth is expression, because there is no ignorance. Ignorance cannot create. In the middle of the made, there is a cake filled with poppycock.
The coming together, of the whole sense of what made is for, will shift everything. The full vision of truth is held within the expression of love, the expression of beauty, the expression of fullness.
We buy ignorance, we express wisdom. In the middle of the money is a moaning, and the moaning is too old to express. The fulfilled moment of diversity is the express moment of many truths.
There is the truth of Red, there is the truth of Blue, there is the truth of Green and Yellow, White and Black, Purple and Orange, and these truths are higher than any experience.
To sense and feel is to inherit expression. The need is worthy of its fulfillment, the need is to express, the learning is the punishment in front of expression.
The fulfillment of resources comes easy, once one knows they are here to express. Once one becomes, through expression, the learning picks up all the pieces broken, to unleash the power of experience.
Moving more evenly through the squares of perspective, we promote ourselves in new ways. We comfort the becoming of new ideas that raise the perspective and comfort the Soul.
There is a perspective that is coming into place on a large scale, that will soften the agile position and allow the movement to open to a wider collective of memory.
There is more now that resembles self-reliance and sovereignty in the thought stream that is needed. The position between the corrugating factors is allowing a deeper crease, and an easier fold.
When we narrow the bridge between memory and actualization, everything deepens into a more trustful reality and allows nurturance.
The attainment of light moves more quickly than before, and the success rate is much higher. When the narrow becomes too visionary, we begin to widen the curve, and move the impossible into the possible.
We can hold more closely our sovereign self and require less that breaks away. The harmony requires more listening and the deeper ability to understand the not understood.
Allowing the practice a spacing to give time to the wait between. As each moment rises into the next, there is a volume shift and this shift moves what is ready, into place.
The network of need is sped open to make room for solutionary energy, to occupy more vision. As each narrowing maneuver relocates its order, the intention magnifies and settles the world.
As everything shifts and turns, the spinning will consult the fibers and allow the listening to console the Soul. Perspective is where the intensity lies and the intention of resolutionary questions can arrive, with their answers fully frequenced.
The arrival of timing assimilates the need, and the full perspective has a realizational speed rate. To accommodate this time, we have had to prepare and all is actually ready.
The unknown becomes known, and the not understood becomes understood, and the not seen becomes seen, all present within the ready, and the need vocalizes new sound, more familiar than ever before.
All comes to the distance and navigates through. We sit and watch, as we become relieved of worry, fear, stress, hesitating.
The words that follow us are the words that lead us, and the constancy of power is made firm. How we come together inside, in this time, is registered deeply, and the center core of expression is finally accepted.
The feud is over between expression and experience, and the veil is lifted from the lie. The lie, that you were made to learn to experience, and achieve a consciousness you already have.
As any divine being you are, and you create, you express, you allow beauty to live within you. Your make up of beauty is what you express, but you have been told you are ignorant, unbeautiful, and need tweaking.
Source does not tweak itself, it expresses itself, fully aware of what is needed, what is given, and what is being created. Step over the bucket list, and know you’ve done it all, in one way or another you’ve expressed all that you are.
There is no growth, there is Being, and Being, and more Being. It enriches everything, it is within. To be an express is the greatest gift you can give. We came to give, and giving is immense.
The under sound of things in Time, are the expressions you use to create beauty all around you. Listen to the notes of creativity, and relax into the ease.
Closure:
Now that we have picked it all over, we closely see there are no more weeds, so the garden work is done, and now we can express in flowers.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake
