Everything IS Exactly According To Plan Even If We Do Not Know

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity

2024 May 17th Issue

Everything IS Exactly According To Plan Even If We Do Not Know

Introduction:

Lift the code, live as you are, know your coordinates, and speak your worthy language.

Everything Is Exactly According To Plan Even If We Do Not Know

Because we listen we do not know the every detail, and this comes about by not demanding a full understanding before trusting. The relationship is built by a plan too big to grasp.

We shrink to the age of a child, we become the pea beneath so many mattresses that we can hardly breathe, but we listen for the sounds that carry the notes clear and fresh. That’s when we throw open the windows and doors.

We never shrink away from, but always towards light that affords us the time and space to create. Our ability to adjust is immense, and our willingness to forego many things, in order to be available to the path of the Red Thread and its needle of Exact.

Precision is within the eye of the needle, and the whole that it passes through. Woven by the threads of longing, and the brilliance of Light, we are able to follow the lineage of the Mother, ancient and present.

What calls for allowing is listening, what calls for listening is the ability to give time to the space needed. The moments add to the music of sound, the Voice of Compassion.

There is never a time that that is not available, never a time that space closes in on creative self-expression, only when convinced there is no time, no space, no creativity, are we lead away from Light.

The mathematic of unlimitedness is generous in its findings, but limited in its full expression inside of containment. To find the work-around, from containment to space/time, is to be able to engage those convinced of limit but desiring expansion and expression.

The radius of the containment field is immense, but the field is dissolving its ability to contain, and therefore what has been created beyond containment, will penetrate with rapid light.

The flicker of an eye sees beyond the ordinary, beyond the containment, and this peripheral vision allows for the possibilities thought impossible.

Lean into the peripheral field of vision and find your way Home. There are countless volumes of entry into stepping beyond, many of these are found in our Fish File Codex books, all 26 volumes, an alphabetic primer about the travel.

To get from there to here has been arduous, frightening, joyous, fun, scary, and most of all adventurous. We started with the smallest map possible, ourselves, and kept adding pages to the map, as each day passed.

We knew there was a plan, but we were aware at the very beginning that the Plan was bigger than big, bigger than vast, bigger than immense.

The Rabbit hole was at our feet each morning, and we always let go and jumped in. Literature, mathematics, art, music, each lead us through from one dimensional shift to the next.

We commanded no one, not even ourselves, we lead no one, not even ourselves, we only ever listened and shared what we ourselves heard. We wrote and drew and painted and conversed.

We have been forever moving forward, expanding expression, and allowing space and time their acreage. The excitement is always in the breath we breathe, because we entered this life despite the odds against the both of us.

Near-death was our companion, and it let go of the both of us at birth, so that we could complete what we so ardently know. Death does not want us. It was never death, it was dearth; D’Earth, scarcity that makes dear.

Gaia is singular in her positional hold on the orbit of the Sun, she centers the Light with consciousness that emits its own brilliance, leading consciousness beyond limit. We feel the glowing, the growing, the flowering of the Garden Plan.

Our hands and feet are in the dirt, the ink stains our fingertips, paint is on our arms and painter’s aprons, we are colored by the products of doing, and the living of a colorful life.

We are outside the lines, but inside as well; we know how, and why, and when, and we convey the hope that compassion always brings. What happens as you build a slide from the edge of your bed to the Rabbit Hole?

There’s the smile of recognition, Cheshire, the Cat of many talents, re-appears, so that the gist of this story connects to the familiar of outlandish, the ordinary of surreal, and the complex of simple.

It’s Tea Time, take a breath, put your head back on, so that your hat sits properly atop your head, and think. Think, think, think, what was it you ate last night that could have possibly given you such odd dreams?

Well, it’s true, the Spirits can do it all in one night. The bedsheet are still there, you aren’t really weighted down by chains of indecision or fear, and the day is clear, whether it’s raining out or not.

Papered Awareness unfolds you, especially as you become more and more aware of your presence within story, your own story. Your imaginal realm places you as ‘character’ within the center of what you are.

Coming to terms with what you are being, begins the first chapter of a very long novel life. Staying out of your own story only puts you in someone else’s, and for that there are no maps, just detours.

Casting out your own voice, only gives it to someone else, using your voice, however, always includes you in the unfoldment of what the Tea Party is. The Boston Tea Party was not a joke, and neither was Alice’s.

Adding up the numbers and letters, you will find a much better avenue of approach to your entire storyline/ timeline. There are numerous ways to get there, but the easiest one centers around you.

Very few were actually taught this, because it is disruptive to the flow of limitational systems. We are on track and fundamentally adjacent to the course of adjustment, which brings us to the dot in the center of the circle.

Gold. Golden. Shiny. The gloss of the Red Thread always catches the eye, and if you follow the line of it, you will be surprised at just how much it gives; Compassion, Love, Well-being, Gratitude, Gratefulness.

All wonderful qualities woven into the weave of cloth you are. Stitched into, stitched onto, stitched through, you are a piece of work, and it shows. Tumbled, rumbled, tossed, and patched. As Real as it comes.

Everything is exactly, and that brings such joy, such happiness, such lightness, and when the grid of limitation presses down, such heaviness. To bring levitation to what seems pressing, breathe. Your breath lights you up on the inside, and as you exhale the blinds are lifted, so you can see.

Intention moves what you need to do, in order for the forward direction to turn the curve with ease. Bend into yourself easily, knowing that the key is the ease, and the difficult is the lock.

Turn the key, without knowing everything there is to know, read yourself aloud, use your words, look at the map that we’ve navigated for you. So many words, such a large story to become aware of.

The listening is now in the right pitch, the allowing surrounds it and the ordinary of the world goes back to being ordinary, so that the unordinary has a place to live.

Trying to live in an ordinary world is not very ordinary for the unordinary, and creates quite a press to cave in and lose thought, lose pictures, lose words, fiery words, inner worthy pictures, and some how we all think that this is okay.

The ordinary world is all too important for real wings, it has to paste them on, and when it gets hot they fall off and re-fall out of the sky of the remarkable.

Pasty wings are all too pasty, and they stick on everything, but never quite hold when the wind begins to blow. If you are still hiding your real wings, and you are fortunate enough that they have not cut them off, you some day can really fly.

Ours are too long for our short little bodies, so we corrugate them up, under our arms for safe keeping. Foliage sometimes tries to roll up into them, if we sit too long, like we’re part of the scenery, so we must move around a bit more, from time to time, than the usual ordinary world.

We are not ordinary, and you must not be too, since ordinary people do not read our work. They have no need, because all their needs satisfy the ordinary world, and they fit in, so their courage does not have to grow up over the weeds.

There is a new crop coming that doesn’t look quite ordinary, and they call them indigo, as if their color sorts them out. Indigo, one of our favorites, is tightly fastened to our wings, so they call us Blue Avians, but we are just birds of a feather that speak Blue.

You know, those litmus tests that tell you all kinds of things, well this one tells you are not ordinary, sorry, they are fail-proof. This book is about living that Blue Life, with blue wings, blue language, blue hearts, and blue smoke that comes out of your ears when you begin to create.

So now we are looking up to it, and we see those blue smoke signals, we know its time to paint up a world full of content so no one is keep wordless, and the fearless eat it up, like candy corn.

No, our art is not about the ordinary world, its not even about the unordinary world, its about the Real world and its language that shows us how to be Blue.

The full message of the intuitive is that you are into a tilt, and you don’t feel upside down. You’re always nightside up, and the tilt is you leaning into a Real life.

Who comes up first, and who comes up last is not the question, its a round way, so all come up as they wish, in a way of Blue. We don’t count the risk, we count the rise and make it potent for us all.

They are much more blue here than anyone realizes, and this is so heart-warming to be here in this world at this time.

Making it up is always good for a fresh intuitive start. Make sure all your seeds are blue, and they won’t carry the heaviness of what can’t germinate. Spit on the seed of yourself and give it good luck of your watery DNA.

Don’t plant your garden without spitting on your seeds, so they will remember you and feed you differently. They know the pattern of blue when it is spit on them. Locate yourself in this world, as a pattern breaker, and break up all those old roots that you were taught were true.

You may dislodge some old family blocking ways, but you’ll come up true to who you originally are. Coming through many shadows of arcing windows, you become a fresh light that bends and cuts through with a new arc.

Giving into the stroke of first thought, we begin to encounter the motionary large that can actually consume, originate, germinate the depths of our Soul Initiative.

The folding forces of this time no longer conceal the rich consciousness that is underground emerging, as a new reality of Decision making Divine Emergence.

We are now made more counciled by our inner world as a whole planet than ever before. The edge of change from this is beginning to cut into the old pattern of belief.

We need the form, we need the made, we need the whole Particle of Awareness in all its consumable parts. The full encounter of potential is spoken in the world, as Real by many.

We are part of that many, even if its barely known, because this many is to be known on many more levels than before.

The holding spark of awareness is moving through the whole Mycelial System of the Universe, and it has already carried us through, and we are returning to integrate it through the Mycelial of this planetary awareness.

The mark of hearing is hard to hold, when there is so much other sound, but we have made our ears keen to the distance, and we trust in this kind of awareness existing in a totality.

The distance has been immense, the closeness intimate to our hearts, and the sounds of listening create such an expanse, that we can move and breathe with ease, and our demeanor calms to the ecstasy of Divine.

Held within the grasp of tenderness, we become soft and pliable to our own good selves, and we open up to the generosity of the Cosmos. Here we hear, here we listen, here we can speak and be heard.

Bending and folding into the depths of a Conscious Intention allows for the grace of weave, to support the travel from world to world.

We gain by letting go, we gain by listening deeply, we gain by being ready, we flow with the river we step into, and we float with the ease of buoyancy. This brings us into the thread of the story.

Completed just in time for the present ending, yet open enough for the next chapter. Watch as your hand turns to see what time it is. You are never late, when you are in time, and space has a seat for you.

Closure:

Imprint into yourself your own codials, and ask for the memory of your own mapping to return, to lead you into your way.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity