The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Occupying More Room Is The Feeling Of This Timing, It Takes Courage Introduction:
Claim back the thoughts of your original breath filled with the content of you.
Occupying More Room Is The Feeling Of This Timing, It Takes Courage
Find the time, make room, make room make room, make time make room, find room in your feelings to make room, occupy more room in the room you make. Take a breath.
The courage it takes to make room, to find room, to claim room, to be with room, is the courage you already have, that all outside signals, that try and dissuade you, send out.
Ignore those signals now. Full stop.
The navigation has other plans, and those plans involve being present to your Papered Awareness, to allow yourself the pleasure of your pleasure of finding time to find the room to find yourself.
We are all, globally, in this together, and the time it takes to make room starts with the availability of room inside your time. There is a room there, and you can open the door to it anytime you can imagine that you can do so.
Each time a new door is opened, a day passes through, and you are transported from the sunrise all the way to the sunset, at a bit over 1,000 miles an hour. There is the rotational axis with which we are penned to, as in written into the stars.
The fact, that we are traveling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, should give you a hint that we are not standing still, no matter what it may feel like. We are absolutely covered in stardust.
When you think you can’t possibly get from here to there, you’ve already gotten there, and are a long way past it by now. You simply will have to try and keep up. A universe is such a large idea.
Your Papered Awareness is key to such a deep understanding of where and what you are. There is depth to you, there are many folds that you have, that you are both aware of, and are unknown to you.
Lean into the pleasure you are, the part of you that nurtures your ideas, supports your feelings, and guides you along, like a paper plane catching the currents of Air.
Put on those shoes that seem too big for you now, the ones that don’t pinch, and feel the room they give you as you walk into your own vast future. There are many steps to the room of room, and you are putting your best foot forward.
The circumferic measure allows for the rotational turn needed, that brings forward the desired momentum of story into word. The letters align, the numbers line up, and the alphabet is making room for the unfoldment.
What many-spoked radius are you to your own wheel of movement? What center part do you play, that allows you the time, to feel room enough for yourself? How well do you play the notes that unlock your own story?
The Mother Tongue speaks the ancient language that you understand through the roots of your fibers, reaching deep below your feet, and branching out in all directions. The forest of thoughts gain room for you, as you grow in new directions.
The Mer in you is watered, and the bones of you are rattled, the salt of you is flavored with the sea, and you are balanced between the above and the below. What wants the room is your own willingness to be part of the story.
The step forward is always the easiest, and as the pages turns their story onto movement you read into the atmosphere and environment what it is you wish to convey.
Is it happiness, is it joy, is it freedom, is it the amount of ink and paint and words you have in your veins? What will get you to the sunset from the sunrise? What will carry you across the numbers and show you the ease?
We are in need of those who are willing to forgo waiting, and instead allow the present to present the now in full view of the Red Thread as it unknots the tangles and smooths out the edges.
The roots are showing you the way show us the way beyond the surface dwelling, and shallow rootedness that thirst for more watery emotion, the energy motion of the intuitive as it unfolds the map.
To navigate beyond the current, to reach into the ancient, and pull up the treasure of communication, is to bring your story out of the dried, the parched, the brittle, and move more clearly with the flowing, curving, allowing thread of story told twice.
The tell and retell, is to confirm the trajectory of what lies ahead, and give a sense of forward momentum, so that the curve can be given its increased speed rate and the body can maintain its composure.
Step your feet into the larger black boots of your calling, and align yourself with the need to step into the mystery, so that what calls is answered, and what is sought is given. We give compassion, and we feed the thirsty what they hunger for.
Much is moved without knowing the reason, but the trust is beyond compare, as the answer always brings questions into the equations, so that the story unfolds its notes of harmony at a pace that can be felt with ease.
The top most tip of the tree is where you will find the thread that leads to the root of all star systems. The branch twig points to the up of it all and the necessary threads are all gathered there for the asking.
What thread tells the story that captivates your yearning, your curiosity, your perplexation? How are you to unfold the creases in your brow at the most unusual outlandish tale that started beneath your feet and lead you up a tree and down a rabbit hole?
How far down is it from where you’ve climbed, and now that you’re up here, how do you get back down? And say the tree you were climbing happened to be growing out of the face of a cliff, and when you reached the top of the tree, you simply stepped onto the ground level of the mesa.
There are many angles to the geometry of your life, and what may seem impossible one day, can be completely changed the next, especially if you sleep upon it.
Remembering that while you slept, you were traveling at 67,000 miles an hour, with an 8 hour sleep, you are so far away from any impossibility you may have had, 536,000 miles to be exact, that it really is a new day.
The Rabbit Hole is looking less and less odd, if you factor in Alice having tea while falling, and the cup and saucer keeping pace with one another, allowing for a perfect pour out.
The letters are lining up and the numbers are having their turn, the thread is Red and the Voice is pronouncing pronouns left and right, giving them out like water. Whose thirsty? The Cheshire Grin said, with its Cat missing.
There are things to be seen at certain times and at others invisible. It is the Fey of the Wooded Way, and the mystery inside the Wood of Manna. Knock on Wood comes from a long line of perseverance and dedicated endeavor.
We see constellations at certain times of the year, and at others they are invisible to the eye, this is the nature of nature, and the rotation of 1,000 miles an hour keeps us on our toes.
Our fibers are made of stardust, and we fabricate the threads of our existence, from the light seen and unseen. This gives us quality, it gives us quantity, it gives us strength of purpose and a willingness to grow.
What roots us to this time, is our willingness to be present in a paradox, flesh and spirit, above and below, until you realize there are three points of origin, not two, and the dualistic back and forth, is just the rock and roll to three.
The frequency that now enters our time, is much different and as we enter a new month, it is already shifted. It needs more of an inner connection, in many more levels, but this connection will make everything easier.
You use less of your old thought, or what you think is your own thought. You use new thought that sets in front of old thought, and you can only do this, by slowing your own thought down to make room, because the new thought is not the same.
You are going to learn to channel your life more deeply from your core, you are going to think less and listen more, so that your thought world is more dispersed, and less owned.
On the whole, the present thought the world uses creates pain, and if you wait and make room for new thought, there will be less pain, because the deep self doesn’t judge, criticize, or punish.
The more original the thought is, it is more not like thought, it is more like an elongating prism that gives you room to create within. The conversations of your thought are more like speaking to the caring of the Divine.
The sacred position of listening is only in time. We have so many so-called thoughts that rush in and take up the breath of the Soul. The most organized of your self has little time for the Soul Speak, everything is in too much a hurry to get answers, they are like walking on a tightrope that they will fall off, if they don’t have the answer in time.
The answer is like making love to yourself, it needs more room, more time, and inhalation, you must breathe into your voice, you must breathe deeply into your answers, and as you do, you will find yourself more automatically inspired.
The making of sound that moves through your ears, is more immediate than the sound of thought. It is already there before you even ask, because it is always ready.
It is never late to your needs, because hearing is the very organ of itself. The sounds move easily when allowed room to penetrate into the depth of your inward self, and this creates the necessary arrangement for listening.
We congregate around the sound of our hearing in order to know where we are in time, and what space we truly occupy. This gives us the thread of red to follow and the story to gain speed.
There are no better places to be than in the one multiple spot you reside within. Spot on, on the spot, you contain the within and hear it easily, as the fiber is woven and the thread pulled through.
The penetration of sound is the universal love note to you, and as you open to its melody, you contain the essence of your breath breathing its own rhythm.
A fierce witness is needed now within you, within me, within all beings in this time. A fierce witness, a fierce economy within our words that have more to say than ever before, but it is inside, it is what is waited for.
It is what moves out, straight away before you hunt around for something more ungenerous, more doubting or fault finding, because this is the way we are taught.
Speak less and find fault, this keeps the economy of freedom always at risk.
The witness is so close, it is almost your breath, the witness is close it is even before you hear, you hear it down inside the most generous parts of yourself you hear it where you know everything.
It is there before anyone else, it is just that it has been hunted out for so many years that is thought to be invisible, and unheard, like Santa Claus, God, or Angels.
They are so close to us and we are made of dimensions you’ve just forgotten that we are so layered that we could never be alone. There is no distance between need and this thought.
We have been minded out of hearing all that we came with. Our freshness was breathed out of us when we were young, and we must now connect this layered part of ourselves, that is ready and already here. It is first thought, and so much of the world does not hear, because this thought was crossed out, in our very beginnings.
We are now awakening as a world, as a galaxy, as a universe, to the small distance between us, that we thought was eons away. We are called now, to the point of instant, instantaneous, of the now of ourselves.
We are able to break free of the was of the was, and embrace the Is of the was, the current of the past forwarded into the present, so that the chaos of timing is bridged into a new space unknown before now.
The before, being the being of the Square, as it rotates into a cube of circumference, that revolves around you in the center of the Nu, the In You. Marked by your Papered Awareness, you crease your fold and stitch yourself in tight to the spine of your volume.
Root and trunk, branch and twig, we leaf ourselves out into a new phase of light-catching photons. Fed by the sun, we create more of what we already are, a fractal of infinite beauty.
Closure:
Opening up to your first sound, your first content filled with the original scent of you. Finally you have the answers to your questions.
