The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Guardians Of The Heart Are Unequalled In Their Commitment Introduction:
Beginning with Alchemy, we settle into the Cauldron.
2025 March 16th Issue
The Guardians Of The Heart Are Unequalled In Their Commitment
We always find ourselves in difference, each new day different than the last, similar, but different. Just as our own orbit converges and swings in and out of the ellipse of photonic platonic solids, we manage to find our way forward every time.
We reach an apex, and then orbit its radial point of consciousness, so that we register the encoded information that assists us in our travel. We map, and are mapped by the recorded fabric of what weaves time and space together.
Reaching beyond the containment of limit, we are forever entering the curious that cannot be eliminated from our core. The right foot always places itself firmly forward, and we are forever grateful that that is the way of things.
Once we were small, too small to be known, then too small to be seen, then too small to matter, then too small to have any value, then too small to notice, then too small to stop, too small to capture, too small to define, too small to care.
There is strength in the number of smalls that can be collected into one pocket, carried across the omniverse, and set down into movement unstoppable. The rise of the small is evident in the smile of joy when consciousness becomes playful.
We assist and are assisted by the Guardians of the Heart, travelers ancient beyond number, and way-showers to those who listen deeply. We are forever grateful for the support and the navigational collaborations.
Each day we all come into the Nu of Now, and we cannot pretend that all is the same, the differences are too great and the division too apparent, not to realize the Heart of Compassion is the Map.
Charted is not the course that propels itself through the coarse, but rather the course of Remembered Unity, that numbers itself as one of the Star Seed Companions, so that what seems lost is not.
Relegated to the heap are the scraps of fabric, torn and frayed, so afraid, that to suggest difference is tantamount to being shown shut.
The needle must penetrate the cloth at the exact right angle, in order for there to be an adjustment in coarse, leading to a change of mind and an embodied shift.
Momentary are the clocks of tick, and the reach of hold is so vast, that the course of stay, has already shifted beyond the moorings, into the vastness of oceanic spaciousness.
Once the registry is given its Home, the ease begins its work of adjusting the holdings, in favor of a Nu ballast that maintains equilibrium whilst traveling between the folds corrugating the Round of Curve.
Within the radius of the Eye, is the Pupil of Listening, and what is seen is heard first, because the distance between is held in the visionary cortex, so that what is seen is heard equal to the circumference of Sound, noted as G.
Marking the spot with the clarity of purpose, the approach to Nu is readied within the context of Papered Awareness, making the docking nothing more than a berth, a slip of the imaginational agreement.
Once the judged is released of held breath, the open aired claim of resolution comes full about, and the mast points to its Nu position, one that allows the Time to skip a beat and the Heart to race free of encumbrances.
In the timing of Now the Nu plays its part by being available to those who are willing and able to be in the right place at anytime of day or night. Listening gets you there without the angst of effort that drains you of thought.
What was isn’t, and what looks as though it was isn’t, and together, they form the Nu of Now, and in order to tell the difference, you must wake up out of bed differently, facing yourself with ease.
Alice is wrapped in bedclothes and wearing a pillowcase for a Hat, this makes the day a bit more unusual than, say, others, but there’s good news, the Rabbit kept up with the Time change.
Getting out of bed is no small order, between mile-high mattresses, and ladders to ascend and descend, not to mention the odd Pillow moving all about the Room, there is no telling where you’re going to end up in this particular story.
Let your Papered Awareness be your guide, and crease to course with all manner of folded matters until the numbers add up to exactly what you thought in the First Place.
Counting yourself out before you’ve counted yourself in is, to say the least, an odd trick of luck, one that gets you in front of yourself in any number of ways. Take the Cheshire Cat, that smile so often gets there before he does, which accounts for the number of times he’s never late.
So many times we’ve Tabled this discussion, because we’ve wanted you to have time to settle in and look around, check out what comes to mind for you, and then be able to fill your plate with Nu dishes, ones worthy of you.
Room to grow, room to crow, we sometimes have to climb up to the Crow’s Nest to see far enough to know where we’re headed, and from the looks of it, there’s smooth sailing ahead, though many would say not.
Trinary Synergy is making its way forward, and the combining of Three Imprints from various decks, gives you an overview that reaches way past your bedtime, and into another reach.
Reaching for the sugar doesn’t get you something sweet, nor does reaching for the salt get you something salty, but reaching for what you know you want, will certainly add flavor to your course.
Every good five-course meal will get you change, and the dollars spent, or given, will go a long way toward the destination of what it is you are looking for. Alice walks past in her bedclothes finery, and looks all the better for it.
Fashion is a fickle fate, but the choice of attire is well worth the wait. To expand our Hearts is to grow feathers, so that what was thought virtually impossible, becomes easily possible, even outside the virtual realm.
We have the Fey and the Guardians of the Heart to thank for that, because they are always ahead of any limitational drift, thus setting us back on course, as though we never steered akimbo.
Packing our Hearts on our sleeves, we were told at the outset, wasn’t a good idea, but upon consulting with the Guardians of the Heart, we felt it was simply the right thing to do, under the circumstances.
Under the circumstances hardly anyone knows about us, hardly anyone hears about us, hardly anyone talks about us. We’re like a lost ball in the weeds, but we know we actually are a found ball in the Redes.
There are thousands of millions of Redes, all rushing about, busy doing what it is they need to be doing, what they are needed for, and we count ourselves among those. Invisible or not, when you gather up redes between your fingers, the I Ching rings its coins of change.
We expand our Hearts every day, and the ease with which it occurs is as quick as a thought. Skipping not a beat of intention, they corrugate each fold of our reality to ease each position of Love we must make.
The expression that now moves through intention, is more layered with realization than ever before. We mark our way with what is causational and plan each second of reality to confirm the position of Unconditional Love.
We mark our way with openness allowing in the position of deep caring. As the lift is made more ready, we unweight the gravity of its pressure, and light the understanding so it can be communicated.
The narrow threadings are woven into a tapestry of such colored momentum, that what crosses over and crosses under, are felt as one smooth motion. The culinary waves of connection are deeply felt, and the memory is allowed room.
The protected source encompasses all Life, and what was seen as ready, becomes available in its very nature to respond. The smooth motion answers the Need, and the Need opens to receiving what comes next.
The next is after, and the before holds open the Door. By combined entry and exit, we are able to loop a stitch and whip up new threads that have a smart look to them, and a way of showing Nu.
Gravity unweighed lifts not only the spirit, but the ease moves into place, so that Home is forward beyond the no of Not. This keeps ready the ready, and projects the outcome to Positive, in keeping with the resilience that strengthens the course.
We make ready the forward and climb the steps up into the crisp cool air, making what we see unfold its smile, just as Cheshire Cat comes into his Grin. To appear from there to here, takes a great amount of travel, as well as patience.
The difficult becomes common, and the harsh gets rubbed raw, until all that you see is the rough of tumble, and the cracked of cups. This is now changed, the shift brings funds to the cast aside, as the funds are found that were taken.
Brought around in cycles of bending, the day rounds out the in of night and the passage of eon. The coins of change are beginning to show up, and the coffers that went missing are being found.
What adds up makes a difference, and the accountment will take what is needed to create balance. The Said is more than most thought, and what is Said is needed, so that the Balance is restored for support.
The Creative Spirit is able to re-establish itself, once the Fair I See is aware of the occurrences that caused the taken, the Sands of Time restore, and the Ancient comes alive, placing Home inside the Position of Exact.
Primary are the goals of adjusted, and the forward motion is safe-guarded, by the Alliance that oversees the past and future, in a way of diligence and honor.
The Guardians of the Heart are unequalled in their commitment, they assist our World, as we expand our Heart to make way for what now is Nu, and better is realized as Common to Humanity.
