The Alchemical Rede Magazine
The Distance Is Closer Than You Think
By Clarity
The Distance Is Closer Than You Think
Introduction:
Folding faster than the Need, I incorporate a corrugated moment.
2025 July 6th Issue
The Distance Is Closer Than You Think
Papered Awareness wraps around the sphere, the dimensional circle, and with its letters, informs just how far you were when you started, and how close you are now to the finish of beginning.
Threaded through the through and through, are the stitches that make up the Red Thread of pulling, the one that has brought together the Ease with the comfort, so that no matter how odd you seem, the sound of the Voice is there.
The Mother Tongue speaks of how it is that you became, and just how much you have either forgotten, or were never ever told. Becoming is a brilliant gift of making and the reach to gather from the Void to the Dimension is immense.
The real challenge is in the ability to give credit to that which gave you life, credit to those who gather you up and swaddled you until you were awake enough to comprehend the vastness of your way in the World.
The Ease becomes you, the angst, not so much, and as you read between the lines, and corrugate the meaning of expansion, you are able to ascertain that ‘being here’ is not enough.
‘Doing here’ is better, and as you reach for the Long Spoon to help another, you find your hand attached to something honorable and kind, compassionate and simple.
A simple kindness, one that allows you the distance to see what you already know, there are more people in the omniverse than there are stars in the heavens.
The numbers add up, and the resistance to understanding is so vast, that it would take a mountain to move
Consciousness to the next level. Levitation is not an invention, it a way of being.
In keeping with the Bees, there are many reasons to quit one thing to attend to another. Bees do it all the time, quit one flower for another, because it is in their nature to see the need, the want, and the desire for harmonization.
Distance does not imply far, distance can be quite up close, and the reason for measurement is to satisfy skeptics that cannot, for the life of themselves, get over why a good position of the heart is worth everything.
Much depends on how far along you are in relationship to the greater outer and the greater inner. Distance is what you measure Time with, Space is the area surrounding Time as it relates woven to skein.
The weft and weave of the Cloth of Witness is how gravity becomes, and the nature of becoming is chosen by the participant. So you are the conductor of your fate, and those you’ve put in charge, are merely your subjects to the verb you are.
To lighten up on yourself is to agree that no matter what, you are the answer to each question of who, what, where, when, and how.
Notice the next Time where your own Space is compared to the reach of another. Only at the end of your own arm, are you able to realize how distant your feelings go, and whose touch is from the inside, rather than the outside.
Alice just got goosebumps, “Oh, did you feel that?”, she asked, “was that a me, or a you?”
No sooner do you ask a question, than the answer comes sniffing around, all ready to announce itself as Present. You are in the center of your own Presence, and the rift between reality and reality is, as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum would say, “Chose, you can’t go wrong.”
You are smack dab in the middle of the beginning and end of your own evolution, Squarely inside the middle, permanently beginning and ending, so as to meet in the Present.
Solid as the platonic are, the geomatric supersedes the geometric, as the Mother Tongue threads the words of numerical code, so that your understanding is given half a chance.
Getting it right is as valuable as getting it wrong, however, Compassion, Love, and Well-Being trump the outcome over distraction. Relived are the releases that gain common ground, leading to a reliance on a needled presence of penetrational equation.
When the release is seen as remarkable, then the appraisal will be valued as registered. The abyss is no more than a way to overcome distraction and bring into play the easiest way to become.
Making the creative art a way of expression, the outcome is motivated by ease and comfort, because through the joy of play, the Soul is able to speak clearly, and you are able to hear with the Heart.
‘Claiming the sides of your picture will make the frame large enough to hold your insight, Feoh-Abundance’, from ‘Kuan Yin, Oracle of Compassion’ is 4th Dimensional shift, allowing for the realization that insight builds strength.
Matching the marking within the Salt of our cellular makeup, with the resonance carried through the Ethers, we are able then to match our marks to the rhythm of intuitive synchronicity.
Numerical multiples align, as the body comes into resonance with the field, atmosphere, and environment, so that the integrity is maintained throughout the adjustments necessary to bring forward mobility.
Quietly the numbers move into Place, and the sense of Home swaddles the receiver, so that the calm can nurture and relieve the body’s travel through Time/Space and Space/Time.
In order to continue there must be a way to gather support into a resilience that has volume and capability, to maintain a trajectory of elevation. Mounted on the hopes are the wings of Dreams made Real.
Sound threads its way through the Heart, carrying words that open up the Soul, to relieve the pressure gained by so many lift-offs and re-entries. Travel comes with a cost, and the fee has been paid.
Releasing the coin, the eyes open and see more clearly, the hands respond to the call of creativity and the reach is finally in hand. Freedom is maintained by the strength of Will, and the belief in what was called unreal and foolish, is now seen to be essential to the Well-Being of All.
Creating more moments in Time, we begin to digest our circular memory. We unfold our creative existence as a Being of Light that remembers before the Call, as the Call.
We have called out to our existence to marry the closure, and get on with the ecstasy. The Quiet Repose that settles into us at this time, is a giving messenger that creates a Grace within our assimilation, that needs a spreading out.
The full momentum that now rises through the floor of everything, has a quickened pace that you can now hear. Listen for it, breathe into it, catch a star on a folding thread, and make it sparkle up to the frequency you need.
Asking all favors to roll in and create a knotting equation of Yes. We are electrified by the magnificent of this time, we are present in.
The gift of the morning, and its quiet gesture of hope, we create a new foundation that we can step out on. We are not guided by the blind, we are guided by the sighted and the structure of that eye is immense.
Trusting the Immense more than ever before, I wait on Blue, and allow it to weave through Black and become the calendar of space that I can travel within.
Knocking all walls down, the Blue waters my world, and now yours, creating an implementation that rallies all First Thought.
We are made for the breaking of the old code, so that the Original Code can identify us as part of the Mother. We are maiden framed so that the entirety of Female can strike its Original Note and weave in our frequency.
In this, we become Frequency, and Frequency allows us to become the Distance. We, as the Distance, traveled through the electromagnetic field, for the pleasure of feeling.
To feel once is identifying, to feel twice is magnetizing, to feel in threes is creating a Trinary Code. Become the Code, become the three-times, become eternity allowing the Spirit to breathe on and on and on.
Specify yourself, and make your identity more colored. Qualify yourself, and become quantumed. Momentualize your eternality and become Omnidirectional, as part of the Quantum.
Easy to fold, easy to mold, easy to become a DIstance that yields now to the needs of the Present. You can answer your own prayer.
Stretch yourself across the line, and mark the inches like the ruler you are. Rule the day, rule the pleasures of the day, and score your height on the growing chart.
You are much taller than you ever were, and you can stretch across the abyss of loss, that everyone is looking down into. You are a giant that crosses the abyss with ease.
The travel quickening is beginning to happen, the awesome is here, look into the mirror of all that you have seen, and corrugate all your factors of Sacred Witness
Ratifying the Distance, you begin to understand the numbers involved in every equation of the Foot. The Foot channels the whole body into a Map that Distance can travel.
Making up the rules as we go along, we allow the creative genius, that slides into our Being, more room, more Space, more Footprint. We are the Pyramidial Distance.
We are slated for the option to agree to disagree, all the same, because what we think is always in question. Hear instead, hear first, hear second, and hear third.
The place of Real begins to occupy our world, and no doubt allowed. Hear listen begin, hear listen begin. Here is created from hearing, don’t mis-speak what is spoken.
Alice knew that the Time was right, even though the Rabbit was struggling with the fact that Time could slide in and out of things. “You know how you can tell Time right?”, she asked, “because when you are in the right place, at the right moment, you feel compassion for yourself and others.”
So simple she thought, but then knew not everyone felt that way. The Cheshire Cat made appearing out of thin air seem casual, but Alice knew what it took for someone to have come up with the Fact that the impossible was, in Fact possible.
Inch by inch, the early worm gets the bird up and awake, so that they can have a spot of Tea with the Dormouse. The Hatter is pouring out and the scones are steaming and already buttered.
“What a fine day,” says the Inch Worm. “Indeed,” says the Dormouse, “looks like today is going to be filled with the here hear, so that what was thought can be said easily.”
Making room in the day for happening, those three, the Worm, the Bird, and the Dormouse, always woke up to the New Day, and saw all the possibilities that make one want to be awake, to get going, to create, create, create.
“It seemed so far away before, it seemed so unreachable, it seemed impossible,”said Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, with surprised looks on their faces.
“The Distance seems so up-close now,’ they both said, as they stared at the impossible, the one that everyone said couldn’t be done, couldn’t happen, couldn’t even exist.
“‘Keep your distance’ is now null and void,” said the Teapot, as she poured another round of Blackberry Sage Tea, into the cups of those willing to hear the next Story.
