The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Introduction:
Return Of The Mother
So, parked out front, Red and Ready.
December 14th Issue
Return Of The Mother
Wrapped and swaddled, that’s what we are when we realize the Omniverse is for us, has our backs, and is present in each and every breath we take. The Mother, present in every breath.
Birth, the All That Is, the quintessential Beingness of Life, Living, and Love. We are all wrapped in its emanation, and exude its breath, thought, and expression with every passing blink of an I.
“She’s here”, said the Dormouse excitedly, “ she’s practically here!”, as she skittered across the the Table Cloth and went crashing into the new TeaPot. As luck would have it, it just rocked on its base a bit, and settled back squarely on its feet.
“Good lesson that,” said the Caterpillar, “wouldn’t want a spill on the new Table Cloth, now would we”.
Everyone was so proud of the newly purchased Table Cloth, they had worked hard to make sure it arrived on Time, and Time was glad there had been enough Space to fit it in the day.
Everyone had gotten used to thinking of Alice as ‘Mother’, she was after all, the one that came up with so many answers to all the very many questions they had.
But this day was different, Alice/Mother was coming back from a very important journey that she had been on, in spite of all the everyday goings-on that were so usual, she had had to take time to make this unusual journey, one that has so many benefits.
Maths are essential to letters, to numbers, to words, to thoughts, and it is the mathematical equations that bring us questions. Math magic, shaped equations out of thin air, thought to be, by so many, as superior to the shaping and fashioning of the creative arts of out the same thin air.
Thin air, rarified matter, yet the complete abundance of the Omniverse, from which all is the Matter of the Heart. Mother currency, the unified field that holds the All of Everything swaddled and wrapped safely within her Field.
No matter, even un-matter, is held in the Before, and the After, so that the Between can exist in Safety Made Real. You are between things in every moment, and your breath is provided for by the prayers of The Mother.
The Radial Distance from your thinking to your enhanced registry is equal to the thought of succeeding beyond limitation. Powered by your thought of being swaddled, feeling safe, and the wrapping of the Omniverse as your bunting, you can move easily forward.
Within the nature of receptivity is the nature of natural, the organic flow from which you are part and parcel. The message you send yourself, the one that finds you capable, is from the benevolence of the Mother.
In a time of great hope there is a time of great longing, and inside the longing are the elements of Want, Need, and Desire.
Trinary in their makeup, they provide the building blocks that are the Platonic solids, the Photonic emanations of a Frequency you wish to align with.
The note of C; Clarity, Consciousness, Creativity, all unfold from the projectional altitude of a levitating factor that allows us to move forward with our right foot.
Inside the mobility of a sovereign relationship is a constant squaring of a perspective needed, to unify and also maintain a sovereign position to the individual Self.
This takes a great deal of inner positional clarity, and this clarity utilizes a great deal of the body’s energetic system. So care should be taken to honor this, and recovering in the energetic system one must take care, allow the neural electric system the time it needs to fire on all ports.
There is a musical alignment that needs room, and the deeper the messages the more inner space is needed. The collapsing of a neural collectial system requires much time for the body, to regain all its past resource up and running.
Small genuflecting is needed, grounding one knee to the other, and the honoring of the complexity that needs to register, for all signals to be strong and connecting.
Space at this time must be given room to be, to renumber, reconnect, allow new maneuvers to create new patterns. There is no enclosure of existence that does not require this in this time.
Over the next few weeks this genuflecting will be needed, and the honoring of the calculated selves that we live with.
To birth a child in this time, or re-birth a child in this time, is an essential part of the procedure and calculations within this Portal.
One must total up, tone up, and step up to be ready, because consequence is all there will be. Pull all your ridges into place, lubricate your spinal self, allow the process to become slippery, unknown, unabridged, and potent.
The current shifts within your beat, and you are more of what you need than ever before. You are ready, those you know and love are ready, you are in a community of entirety.
Scope out all the red markings, and know your way is marked and written on, Red Riding Hood. Every tree in the wood knows itself and its way.
There is no lost in the woods, there is just the knowing of each and every tree marked. The cadence is clear, the passage is narrow, and your cloak wraps around you like a fireplace. The embers within you burn and hold your heat, so you won’t have a melt down during the shift changeover.
Allow the loose to be loose, the out of place to be out of place, the governing meridian to hold your place, allow the reeds to shift in the wind, and the water to water your system. Be enclosed Red Riding Hood, grandma is waiting for you, not the Wolf.
He already got eaten by the one before you, so the mighty have made you safe. Tie your apron closely around your waist ,and allow your red cape to wrap you in your own identity.
Alice has invited you to sit with all the others, and that Red Cape of yours will certainly stand out, which is why you are here, to stand out and be counted upon, it is where the Maths come from.
Within you are all the numbers you could possibly imagine, and with them all the letters, words, and sentences needed to make a Real Difference.
Who haven’t you fed with the Long Spoon seems to be the current question each is asking themselves. What person, or group of people are lost in the woods of forgetting?
The Cheshire Cat suddenly, as is his way of doing things, shows up and says, “Why don’t you contact, connect, and count on. Those are the 3 C’s that are music to my ears, and brings meaning to the phrase, ‘High Frequency’.
The spin of rotation is a Rubik’s Cube kind of thing, but with consequences that reach far beyond and between the words of Not.
Within the Woods, the Knot is a thing of beauty, an occurrence that brings delight to the curl of Round and the most of bunch.
We bunch up together, we gather ourselves and round out the equation, so that the numbers are in our favor, and we favor them with what we do.
Hold to yourself the utmost, and the utmost will show you the path through, and into the Fold, the Crease, and the Corrugation, where it all happens so quickly that your head spins in the absolute right direction.
Count yourself lucky that you made it this far, because Far is always a long long way to go, especially when a needle pulling the Red Thread is in your hand.
A stitch in time is worth the unsettled, when the unsettled is how settled comes about, bring your boat about, your Pea Green Boat, and Coracle to yourself the right time and place to be.
Calm seas are ahead, steady your hand upon the tiller, the rudder will follow, and you will come to Port with Ease and Grace.
Let the mess be, let the unravelled ravel out, let the corded be in knots, let the crumbs crumble, you will find your way, you always have.
Whether there is one of you or two, you’ve always found your way back Home, from the world that almost burned you alive.
You’ve always heard the Path call, and unmetered the rocks and bombed, so that what you love can follow you safely through a world that seems to have turned everything on and off, because you have an inner meter an inner light, and an inner way-shower that can bark your light alive.
Baba Yaga is always there, with a scarf on her head, a broom in her hand, and a light that knows your way, that is true to the Soul of the past, where your Little Red Wagon, your little red car, that brought you to glorious Maine in the first place, where you live in your 3-story Red House, wrap around red picket fence, with all its doors unhinged, upside down, screened in, screened out, and a Garden that knows how to protect you from ring around the rosy.
Little Red Riding Hood, Handsel and Gretel, the Fairy Princess, the Cinderella, the Sleeping Beauty, the Princess and the Pea.
Strike the match, light the candle, you are ready for a real Christmas of; prosperity, opportunity, witnessing in a way to Clarity.
No putting out to pasture the wisdom of your ages.
Robert, Su.Sane, Sandra, Suzanne, Kristina, light your candle and allow no one, no thing, no idea, to put them out.
Clarity House, a house that has stood through the ages, and now has a Red Car, so parked in all its directions for the work to ride out on.
Closure:
All gears parked to accommodate the New Beginning. Stand risen to the word of Alchemy. Clarity.
