The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Our Conversation With The World
Introduction:
We mold our world as we live it, and we live our world as we mold it. Mote it Be.
2025 August 31st Issue
Our Conversation With The World
What do you hear, why are you here, do you deeply hear here? All good questions that the answers are giving you every morning of every day, and into the night if need be.
We are deeply in conversation all the time, if not with others, then with ourselves, and in order to penetrate the field, atmosphere, and environment around us, we obligate ourselves to pay attention.
The fee is quite high, and many do not want to pay it, so distraction found a ready market to market. Pigling Bland went off to market, without a clue of what was really going on.
Pick up your megaphone, should it come to that, and speak the language of your heart so you can hear the beauty you are. The Red Thread is forever found in each moment in Time, and the Space you are in is to without it.
The quickest way to unfreeze yourself is to feed another, and to unfreeze your willingness to do that is to understand hunger and starvation that does not show.
In a world of transitional daily life, where what is becomes what was, and what was is no more, there are ways to converse with yourself that open you past every limitation. Unfreeze your tongue, so you can speak words of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being.
Noted are the colors you carry, the sounds you hear are mapping your way to the edge of reason and into the abyss of Intuitive Logic, where what shines is your choice to be creative beyond measure.
The Omniverse is a mess, and its mass is contained only by your certainty of limitation. When allowed to surrender into a far-flung region of unknown quantity, the mess arranges itself to procure your involvement in creativity.
Scrub the moss from the rock, scrub the moss from the tree, scrub and scrub and scrub, and the mess that moss is, is the nature that will still remain. Remain listening.
Reminding yourself that you are here hearing, and what you hear, or choose to hear, determines your direction. First, hear from within yourself, the Tree, then look to see on what side your moss is growing on. That’s North.
If you need to turn around, do so, reach out to yourself and get a grip. Put your foot down in the right direction, what ever that direction may be, follow it, especially if it helps feed yourself and others.
Quote yourself often, become your own mantra, so the sounds in your field are filled to over-flowing with the humming of your heart.
Require always to be with you, and remember to gather that which feeds you,; color, line, and shape, distance, closeness, and Presence. Know where you are going by going to where you have never been.
Amount to something, the something being who you are in every given moment, because every moment is given, Feed on that Source of Light, and gather yourself up, into your own arms, and cradle yourself into Wholeness again.
Whatever felt separated separate from, whatever felt broken, break from, whatever felt judged, don’t judge, just move on and create the each step, listen to each comforting sound, look for the way of Ease. Only that.
The Omniverse is a mess, there is more debris there than in any one room can hold, so do not judge the room you are in, it has too much to live up to. Look up to the stars and feel relief.
Radical thought, radial thought, thought of any sort, is simply the equational interaction between gravity, space, and time. What you decide to hear here, is just as important as any other place/thought that could gather your attention.
Be the attention you are looking for, create with that, and share it, because, if the omniverse can share its mess with you, it is the least you can do for others.
Be available to them.
Be the conversation of Yourself, not somebody else.
Share what interests you, what you spend your time with the most that has supported you, nurtured you, given you strength. Be the conversation of Yourself that creates from what you have received. The mess of the Omniverse.
Each day we are more ourselves, quit becoming ready, Be Ready. Eat your way through your Desire to create, Be what you Want and Need from yourself.
Communicating all the fibers resistance needed to create a collaboration of the Body. Mind Spirit with its Source, unqualified by any other. To know you know, to be who you know you know, To be present to your connection and allow it a full circumference with the Red of your Alchemy.
To sponsor both yourself and what you know, in every moment in time. To no longer be regulated by what finds you without. To no longer be separated with what doesn’t hear your Seed.
You are the moment , you are the Deed of the Moment, you are the character of the Seed of the Moment. You are the witness to the Seed of the Moment, and you allow no drift from the Present Knowing.
You are the canonized sanctity of what wills you into Existence. You are held by the Will of what Exists you into Existence.
You are made spotified for the distance, to become realized in every moment in time that you qualify yourself ready.
You mark the space above and below, and know that time doesn’t not own your Soul. Your Soul owns Time, your embodiment qualifies the meeting of Soul Existence in Time.
You resonate the force that gives way to your own Needs, you are quickened by the quickening that now comes forward.
You realize the patterns needed, and the patterns adjusted, and the patterns saved, that are drawn forward to help this day excel in radiance, forgivingness, allowance, compassion, and realization.
The united forces of what is, of what is coming, of what is asked for, of what needs more room is now relayed in your fierce recognition of time, and who you are inside it.
To quote the few is at times to quote the many, and you are given room to speak. Speak your Soul, not the argument. Speak your Soul, not the hesitation, speak your Soul, not the accusation.
Your Soul knows, so listen. Mark the rare heard, assimilate the rare understood, and become a rare breed, a rare breath, a rare Seed, and a formulating alliance with who you are.
Spoken are many ways that fill us up. Writing one way front of another we begin to recalculate, even before it is needed, but after its been asked for.
Before the neutral became so socialized, inside the motion of reference, much was spoken in secret, and what came from where was not disclosed.
The functioning forces of Life corrugated for the functioning force of Crease, so that what is said is given more room, so that the connection can meet all ends necessary to thread our way through, and create decision.
What is made small is then made large, and what is large is then made small, and this makes the connection much easier.
We can now rise from small to large and large to small in a paradise from ease to connection, balance, strength and fortitude.
What comes down low within a cube then rises full up to connect with the Existial Presence now becoming formidable.
The physical importation of recognition that strengthens the soul’s connection to body appearance is now becoming more solvent, sovereign, strong, and full of force.
The essence of being actuated. The becoming is the mental alchemy of a mind created through the actuating Provence of being reclaimed fully.
Reclaiming from the north to the south, to the east to the west, all covered by the stream of allowance and fortified by the compassion of the will personified as yourself.
The intensity of what is called grovel is the force of the nose taking in the below, so when actuated can accept the canopy of above.
Frequency is the new timing, frequency is the new narrow becoming wide, frequency is the promise to reveal Source, in a way that is prime to the directive, to the flavors of harmony, alchemy built, becoming high and diving low in the essence of the Quickened Existence of Being.
The streaming of thought becomes the quickening of movement, that exudes the embodied Consciousness to reach for connection.
Breaking past the reached for, the Red Thread weaves its direction into and through all past encumbrances, so that connection is assured and secured.
Monitored for frequency, the measured is over-looked, so that the freedom of Sovereignty registers as Primary, and the movement is then allow its deeper connection with Grace.
Forward is the time to bend forward and see the below as the foundation of next step. Each step being the gathering of creative endeavors marked with time and allocated more space.
The Table has been cleared, the dishes all put away, and the Cloth of Witness is folded neatly into, and the crease is made exact, so that the following of meet will match its corners and speed up the telling of Story.
The worded approach is a sanctuary of Story, and the hearing is a reminder of here being heard. Gathered, or hearded, is the summing up of the below and the leap beyond the abyss.
The Mystery of Alchemy unfolds, and the mark making leaves its note on the surface, as well as the deeper penetration of perceived sound, resonating within the bonial fibers of our existence.
The bones hum their resonating frequency, and the entire body hums with relief, as where becomes when and how, so that the who and what discern distance, from eye to eye and ear to ear.
Calibrated within the body awareness, are the points of destination that map occurrence as relevant, and in accord with the alliance of Consciousness to body ability.
Timing counters missed, and the omniversal mess gathers rolling stones, and in the gathering they slow their trajectory, until they are able to gather the moss, necessary to exude life greening.
Moving the grief out of our lives, out of our appliances out of our basements out of all folded away and endured, we package up the bag of trash and we load it over into what is ready to transform.
We fold away the mended things, we grovel to new ourselves, and pray the floor rises up to meet us.
We are the Fey, the very Fey of the Scottish Ireland world, and we travelled over the root, to reach the Fey holding the bridge out with both hands, so we could step into the Grace of a new world, that doesn’t fear its roots, its across, its leaves, its seeds, its reach to the above and its roots down into the below.
We walk our walk, we walk our roots, we walk our roots we walk our memories and transform our dreams into having.
Closure:
Wrap yourself around your Fey wings, and know the Crown of your head has grown a jewel of content.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
