The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Visionaries Of Tree, Time, & Meant
Introduction: Promise me you are willing, I’ll then take you through.
2025 October 5th Issue
The Visionaries Of Tree, Time, & Meant
A Visionary Existence comes to you, sometimes you are waiting for it, it is always waiting for you. Anytime you gather yourself up, you are aligned into a position of Awareness that allows you to hear the Red Thread hum.
The tension you feel is the taut of the Red Thread, as it winds and skeins its way into your living, and makes real your opening, an Ariadne’s Thread, leading you through and out.
The Initiation is quick and slow at the same time, it is fast and it is pokey, it can feel prodding, and it can feel touching. It is always aware of where and who you are, you are the needle it needs.
Poking through the ashes of all your lifetimes, known and unknown, the Vision knows the Visionary, and matches itself to your own rhythm, slowing down when necessary, and speeding up as it has to.
There are many ways to incorporate the messages of what is Meant by Tree and Time, each has its own makeup, and each has its own way of speaking.
Speak from the heart, speak the white of what colors your words, allow the nature of endurance to follow you, and lend a hand that encircles the Need, so that the wanted outcome is registered as desired.
The Papered Awareness speaks the lettered volumes of each mathematic equation, so that the formula can be initiated into internal and external sound. This brings levitation to Meaning.
What is Meant is a fragrance that conjures meaning out of letters and numbers, so that the Being can be brought into a folded lettered existence that can be reproduced onto Parch Meant.
To be so thirsty for the ink of knowledge, the print of knowing, the outcome of income, is to set aside differences and make way towards an easy solution to any equation.
Marking Time with sound is a profound way to echo locate your existence, and allow others to find you more easily. This comes at a cost of recognition, and an ability to say.
The ease of language is the ease of gathering, gathering up your words, and harvesting them for sharing. Creating a format generates the ability and the Grace allows room.
Counting the measures, the rhythm undulates its formula and the body synchronizes its frequency, so that the patterns recognize one another, and there is a sympathetic resonance of coherence.
The Moon comes full, the tides swell, and the motion of celestial is marked with measure. The Time is Meant, and the Trees witness the pull skyward.
Home is marked by the ancient mapping of long ago, and what was seen as distant comes close, so that your view is registered as important. It is important, the willingness to be witness, as the celestial orbits speak their language of equational mass.
What seems heavy was light, and what was light was Time and Distance merging, so that the Magic of the Wand of Human could be the needle that penetrated the Cloth of Witness and the Desired Fold.
To bend the linen of woven, is to fold yourself past the judgment of knot, and make distance dispel block.
Ganesh wraps this Cloth into the Ball of Gathered, and the ease rolls out the door.
Easy becomes the Motion of Fiber, and as we take up the needle, we become more and more comfortable with the task of Sew. We stitch each letter and number onto the pages of Papered Awareness, and we give to ourselves the sight we are given as Gift.
We are aligned and initiated, we are shown and we hear the creative expression of our longings. Each passage moves us closer to the Core Dot of our center, and the center responds to the Pulse of Thread.
Once entered into we become more of ourselves, more of who we are, and are becoming. The release from past allows the present its future.
Future opens us up, and brings forward the next step of foot forward, allowing us the reach we need to recognize the understanding we are part of. We part the folds and pattern ourselves with Insight.
What is in sight is the needle penetrating the Space of Time, and as it folds, the Time of Space. Each of the sides contain the fabric of notice that notices your deep hearing, and creates the sounds you hear.
Made up inside of yourself, light expands and grows its luminescence, so that as you align with Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, you become the Magic of Wand.
The reach is the touch of Consciousness that resides with each breath, each moment infused with recognition that Witness and Deep Listening enable the White visibility.
The color of words, created within the reach of Compassion, so that Love registers beyond limitation, and supersedes those limits, lands easily within the want, need, and desire of that Compassion.
Listen to the Mycelial Network, allow the Trees an entry into each day, feel the initiation of the day within you, just as the Trees stand sovereignly in the Sun, so too do you adjust from night to day.
Gathered are the marks of your constitution, the vote you make with your thoughts, as to how each day will proceed. The flow flows its motion, and you resonate your sovereignty to step forward.
Timed is your step and forward are your desires to make, and mark, and create, so that what becomes you had a hand in. Stretch out your hand and catch the gift, open up yourself, as you open the gift that colors your day.
You amount to the numbers you enlist, and the words you create, so that the day hears your thoughts entered, and then gives room to spill out, onto the woven cloth of witness.
The central folds of paper thinning address us in words, letters, numbers, equations, frequencies, momentum, and in all this, we live and encounter the Mind of Trees.
Trees that acre across our planet, among the roots, the yearnings, the longings, of all that grows unpeeled and wages content.
We are often located inside the rootings of the content of Trees. The willingness to meet face to face the memories of Gaia, as she wages through the years, the fathoms of existence, with all that is Existial.
We have an Existial Presence. The enclosure of leaves folding onto the limbs and out of the reach of each Tree in its language of longing.
Each Tree commits to the leaf, the essence of what leaf is, and the pouring out of the signature of its need. The frequency that this reach creates is the mummerings that we hear when we can’t hear.
When we can’t hear the mummerings of the world, we can hear the mummerings of the Trees. Tree memory is important to our world at this time. Trees remember beyond the rumble, beyond the caustic impregnator. Beyond the germinal residue.
The acorn remembers its cracking, the small hood pushed away, and legging itself into the Earth. Peeking through the web of investigative memory we travel the lines, the leylines that the Trees reach for and through, reach under and over.
We learn that the Earth doesn’t hold all the Light in her deep passages, but instead the Trees travel her light from the skies.
Every moment in time squares away a need, and this need is potent in the massive energy of longing. The quiet repose reveals this each day, as we lay down on the floor of the rest that calls to us.
It calls us to sleep, it calls us to dream, it calls us to travel beyond. We nurse the morning, we nurse the evening, and we nurse the waters between day and night.
We are called forming, and the formation lingers within us each day, as we drift into the Trees of Dreaming. We try the returning, and we fill ourselves with the memory of Trees, and what comes up must go down, and what goes down must come up.
The Mother is nursed by the baby, and the baby is nursed by the Mother. Wearing the Temple of our flesh, we remember the Trees from which we were made.
The calling forward is a daily event of memory, and we must make time for it. In the new life awakening, this will be the pattern of Loving, Living, Making.
The maiden that emerges from the Tree Memory, is our own chalice of our awakening, as a whole new level comes out of this solitary solstice of Sun and Moon.
Click click click tic tic tic, promises are made inside the Heart of the Self, and it is ready, it is prayed, it is particalized, it is promised, and it is felt fully as asked for.
The full encounter of memory is held within Trees, they are archival, and their rooted system are Portals to knowledge from all over the galaxy.
The Solar Plexus of this planet is held within the Tree, and where Trees live that power energy source is strong. The codial wrapping of this planet is numbered, weighed, and counted for in each Tree.
Trees are individual and galactic archivial systems, and they portal our knowledge throughout the galaxy. To make present the formidable speed needed for this time, we tap into our Trees above and below.
Tap tap tap, like tapping the meridians, our Tree limbs, in our body system. We encounter patterns, readings, messages, transformational emulations, from the Trees above and below in our world.
Tap tap tap on your head, on your face, on your frontage, and allow the below to rise to the above, and the above to rise to the below, to balance, all in the call of a coming is raising up into a new coordinate and we are not behind, we are ready and sourced fully.
We call the Call, the percussion, the radiant spark pertaining fully to all sourced equations, we now give resonance to our bones; bonial substance, bonial sound.
Speaking words, from the custom of bonial sound, we resonate the need and resource our presence. Fold the mold and mold the fold, so the course can be heard, in the bone of desire.
Emotional system awareness is now heightened, so that the creed of element can secure the resilience needed, and the transformational courage, that will accept the system squared for Compassion.
Relating surface to the Cosmic gathering of electromagnetic fusion, the equator of the system awareness is now reached.
The presence is yielded to the surface and it can be touched by consciousness, and contemplated upon, so that the cranial requirement is made resilient.
Strike one rock and become brilliant, strike two rocks and become resolved, strike three rocks and become a unified resilience of Love personified.
Closure:
Make the listed key turn in its requirement, and open the Portal of this Solar Luminary time. Crack Crack Crack, you are the Cosmic Egg. Open, Fire is your speed.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
