The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Calling All The Forces Of Sovereignty Together
Introduction:
Moving the widening force into a narrow appeal, we ask for Ease.
2024 November 22nd Issue
Calling All The Forces Of Sovereignty Together
When we reach into the Sovereignty basket of gifts, we adjust ourselves to the reclamation of our own calling. This creates the relief needed at the deepest of levels, so we can move forward within comfort and ease.
The deepest need is to relinquish the past and embrace the present future, so that the deficit reaches Zero with Grace and Compassion. Filling the need, and expanding the want, we move our expression into Voice.
From the late autumn Garden, we hear the ease of rest folding in on the lovely stalks and leaves, as they curl inward, making room for their own travel beneath the surface, and into the underground residence of winter.
We, too, build our nesting fibers into a longing of a quilted pleasure, and woven dreams. Time to recapitulate the goings-on of this year, rounded into a new season almost upon us.
A time of celebrating the sovereignty of individual marks, making their way across the surface, of entering into an alliance with nature. Our leaves, our pages sewn and gathered together.
Now we can read into the Voice of the year, all the assistance that has occurred, all the support given, all the sustaining help we have given to others, and received from those who see the Long View.
Grateful are we to be recipient of such acts of generosity, as we take the breath we need for our next step forward into an adventure of great portent. The sovereignty registers itself and we are part and parcel to this postage stamp of a Garden Plan.
Our Papered Awareness leaves itself open to the elements, the alchemy of change, and the heightened sense of navigation into the mapped star charts unearthed through the Mycelial Network.
Rooted through the longing; the want, need, and desire speak through the Red Thread Pulse and we are carried into the next level of seasonal bliss. This then, opens us to the acceptance of Grace.
Timed to perfection, the lead opens the gate and the pathway seasons its course with the letters of genuine affection aimed like an arrow into the heart of this time. Space unfolds from the curve, a timeline of great happiness and well-being.
This, the narrow bends into a bow, and the arrow follows the aim of deep listening, so that the marks that run along the fey lines, communicate a wealth of dimensional awareness.
The Platonic Solids elongate their need of movement, and we are encouraged to follow suit, to make way for a great good than is currently spoken. The Nu language adds its equational resilience to the mix, and we sit into its center.
The Center being your own self becoming more connected to the ease of making the mark score on your salt of cellular makeup. This allows you the use of your own generated communication.
Your receiver is in your own hands, and the connection to others is ready to broadcast its call, just as you called to yourself. The ease of listening becomes gentle and nurturing.
Coming into time is the opening, listen and you will hear the Thread pierce the cloth, and make way for your entrance to accommodate the expression you are coming into.
Marking your space with time, you now fold into the Realm of Unfoldment, and Place becomes as familiar as Home. You are available to the sharing you have prepared for.
To share is the unfoldment of the given, and the way is clear for your steps, as you foot your way beyond the yield it took to situate yourself into a position of comfort, reliance, and fortitude.
Our Original Needs come forward, to be embraced and accounted for. The radius navigates around the curved circumference, and as you travel, you yield up your limitations, and forego the limits of resistance, so that the momentum increases
The Ger is mounted through the Shemmed intent, and the Nu comes into view, so that what was thought limited, is registered as without limit, and available for View. Coming into view is the White of what colors your Words.
Papered Awareness corrugated the folds into a crease, that allows for the Ready to make itself known, and for the Ease to be present to the gift, of hearing your own inner Sound making the Notes of D; Direct, Determined, Dedicated, Doing.
Climb the steps into the 3rd Realm, allow the Ger its Domain of Shemmed, so that the Nu comes forward, and the hand you extend is your own commitment, to that which is needed.
The shift comes, because you are willing to stand witness to the Magic, as it comes forward, and is set. This makes the difference happen, and the folding nature of humanness to be observed.
Allowing the ascent, time, you give space to the viewing of change, and as you will yourself to witness, you yourself come to something Nu and different, Sovereignty.
Sovereignty of the Self happens as you assist another, so that the Ger can come into itself with the feeling of Magic, and the brightness of Light.
The hand extends the Squared Perspective of Papered Awareness, and what comes about, comes lightly in touch with the Wand of Magic. This the Fey register as important, and of substance.
The substance of matter, coming into form through the vessel of Magic, is the Realm Awareness of Fey, and the Lightness afforded to Sovereignty. Resonance increases, and the vibratory patterns equate Nu, in response with Safety Made Real.
We call all the forces of Sovereignty together, and the curve increases the speed rate necessary, for this world to form a Nu resonance, with the Circumferic Measure of travel.
Timed is the Magic, and set forward is the necessity of reliability, within the line, shape, and color, so that the creative nature of this Time, can find the Space to express the want, need, and desire.
Unfolded are the threads from press, and instead we find the Ease of Magic, the Codial Alliance of the Fey, and the assistance of moving through the void, with courage.
Under the wing of our Bird Language, we are able to communicate the notes that the Fey whisper to us, and we are then able to share these vibrationary thoughts, into solid notions of greatest Love.
Twin-flames, of the Soul Body, incorporate the each and extend the reach, to include the need, want, and desire, wrapped into the Magic of Fey Awareness, as it initiates the next with Vision.
Moistened is the Paper of Awareness, so that the fold and crease are with Ease, and the Origamic Nature of yield is given room to grow. Organic is the planted, and the gift of coming above ground happens through the tending throughout the Time of winter.
Seasoned becomes the natural cadence of rhythmic movement, and the resonance of Sovereignty follows the Red Thread of Pulse, so that the healing of Consciousness of the Galactic systems occurs without loss.
Becoming more folded like a voice of substance, we increase the density of the content we are. We are more than a mere body, we are a full embodiment, and that means we have a lot of meant to our being in flesh.
We are constituted from more matter that gives forward than matter that does not. We control all the forces within us, as we realize more and more of who and what we are.
We are equational foldings that relate matter to density, content to equation, mortality to acceptance. We are more of all that is between, and we corrugate ourselves as the meaning of what matter gives.
Why would matter embody, why would matter take hold, why would matter make a distance, this is all what’s called the resonance and reason of embodiment.
All the questions that fold into an association, relate the findings of living as Grace. We narrow the giving, we widen the giving, and we assimilate the giving.
We narrow the receiving, we widen the receiving, and we assimilate the receiving. What then takes hold is the substance of the wealth of becoming all you can.
The fury of injustment is powerful, when the nation of acceptability forgives presence. The appointed following is moved through the Square and tied in each corner to catch up the bottom and rise it to the top.
The formula of need Rubik’s the Cube, so the narrow passage can be taken in as a form of nurturance and allowing. The narrow passage creates the close up that is needed when one is in far away.
Strike the bell twice and evoke upstream, like salmon, and sit at the feet and swim in the circle of the Tree of Hazel, and as the Hazel nuts fall, be nurtured by the gracious Gemmo that softens the night.
Give yourself to it, as you come to the well-spring of what we call upstream. Inch by inch you grow into the Circle of well-spring, and be nurtured by the hazel nut, who holds the content of density.
Square your navel, and aerate your pitch, so you can make the call of return. Exquisite is the mouth of the Well, exquisite is the fall of the Hazelnut into the water, exquisite is the catch of salmon as it devours the knowledge of the ancient well-spring.
Become accustomed to traveling this way, outside of your body, outside of your time, and outside of how you identify yourself as human.
The Call is clear, the Call is throated, and the Call is wise. Wisdom keepers are the ones you call yourself. Calling the Wisdom, throating the language, swallowing the Hazelnut whole, becoming Salmon enriched in the journey from small to large and large to small.
The body impregnates the future knowledge and swims home. Parking your vehicle inside a new destination is a daily conversation with your travel. The major density of this travel is oil the felt difference, the taste of difference, the smell of difference, the color of difference, the touch of difference embodied in front of your vision.
You are no longer quarantined from your self, as if your increased density and registry of infinity is some new content to be weary of on the planet. You are too old to fold, and you are too young to bend down, so stand up straight and be your age.
The measure accepts you and counts your inches by fire rings, and squares your knots like boxes being built with content of dense matter. How dense do you want to be before you remember yourself?
How dense do you want to be before you pick up your seeds and find your way back Home, Hansel, or maybe even more, Gretel?
Your homing devise has worked well, and has clocked you to the tick tock of here. Marking your plantings in a row, and you harvest your crop that has grown in the silence, in the tiny, in the giant, all voicing the need of both large and small.
The weary traveler you are has vast mapping, and is a remarkable cartographer extraordinaire. There is no longer any getting lost in the woods, or being eaten by the witch of Ipstitch, because we now know, the witches are our mother’s, and our mother’s mother’s and our mother’s mother’s mother.
This becomes our mother’s mathematics, that knows how to create a geomatric system of life, that craves substance, identity, density, cellular mapping, and beauty.
Our Sovereignty narrows out of our lineage of mother to mother to mother to mother, each a Light-Bearer holding candle to flame, and the Voice of Fire rising.
The Ger strengthens itself in order to Shem up the Nu, and the Mother Tongue licks the flames of its own becoming; more, and more, and more.
Set into order, the way is planted deep into the Soul, Soil, So oil, and from the extracted, we find our way forward. The Papered Awareness folds the crease to the between, and between top soil, and bottom soil, we are grown.
Making our way beyond the Stargate of information, we find the harmonic density we resonate with, and we are beaconed into the content of what it is to be a traveler.
Coping no longer with loss, we find our way, and we climb the steps to Ger the attention to detail and the acceptance of a Shemmed existence.
