The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Goddess of Compassion Calling Us
Introduction: Making it up more than ever before.
May 4th Issue
The Goddess of Compassion Calling Us
Finding the time to talk to yourself, the Real conversation, the one that allows you space to breathe, to have a moment that nurtures you in your own Self, is an art worth pursuing.
The Creative Soul is enamored with the unfolding and folding, the bending and bent, the creasing and increasing, the corrugation that brings close that which was so far away that it seemed out of reach.
Our Papered Awareness allows us to reach into spaces that only Origami will go, our folded and bent selves that have had to find ways to hear, but not just hear, to say and have the Red Thread of Compassion sew together the Ease of knowing each pass is another stitch that brings together.
Have a conversation that allows you to fit, to fit in, to fit into what it is you have given yourself to. Bend into the folding nature of Rooted Existence, your Existial Self becoming the Love you want to Be.
Each time the moment precedes and moves beyond, are the moments of treasure, no matter the circumstance. Treasure is treasure and the amount is never divided, but rather multiplied by the number of times you can breathe a deeper breath, and listen for the notes of Compassion.
We mark ourselves with the Ease of Passage, and we needle through the small, smaller, and tiny, so that what is asked of us is an ability we are able to Be.
Noting the sound of Round and the rolling of Sea, we can bring to ourselves the Mer that we are in one of our many incarnations. Remember to breathe.
What is under is above as well, and though each may have its own look, the perspective is easy to understand, especially when you are accompanied by the Grace of your Asking.
The timing of change is always in the Present, and with that breath, you can move forward, knowing that the spiral of unfolding is necessary, so that the Nu can become Visible.
Connection connects, and as we expand our reach, our Voice becomes more vibrant and vital. Heard is easy when listening becomes so. The Heard is available to the Listener, and the notes become a melody.
Reaching past the illusion of obstacle, you are able to connect your breath to the expansion of Air and the elements that comprise your atmosphere and environment.
We begin in the middle and we occupy the same space as always, but we hear it differently, and this difference begins to crawl between our memory and the beginnings of a whole new Soul Quest that relies more on our consistency.
How many times in a day do we begin, and how many times in a day do we remember the moment we begin again?
There is a relentless beginning and it comes in every angle that we can even imagine ourselves as whole and complete.
There are many hearts that can move a piece, but not the first piece. We must begin to become hearts that can move the first piece, and the second piece, and the third.
We become what returns, and begins again, even if our memory cannot explain the way we go and come. We wait in the middle of all we can access. We become warriors of what insists.
We are the children of ourselves that insists over and over again, to mark our way deeper and deeper than resolve ever dreamed.
All the meanings behind us are the meanings in front of us, and we can’t even begin to retrain the vocal into hesitation.
The Table has been set and the cover is carried forward, in order to bring the heard to the head of the Table, where there can be no misunderstanding.
Alice sits quietly at the Head of the Table and raises her knife, all sharp and clean, and strikes it against her glass, all full of the best elderberry cordial. “I just want to say,” she begins, “that today is very important to all of us.”
The Dormouse gets up and says, “Hear hear.” There is a ripple of understanding that circulates around the Table, each participate aware that to hear is of utmost importance.
“Today is another beginning, one that we repeat, but is altogether Nu, one that is so Nu that we must listen extra carefully, so that we don’t miss a single note,’ says Alice.
On your left you will find a stack of Notes, some left over, some brand new, and some somewhere in the middle. Each one is, well, note-worthy, worth looking through when you have the Time.
Once you know twice, and even thrice, you are in good stead with yourself with Once. Counting on yourself is one of the most reliable ways to bridge the inner and outer of what constitutes our world.
Alice says, “ I know a thing or two about that very subject,” and nods toward the twins, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. “There are more ways to skin a Cat…. “Watch it,” said the Cheshire Cat, smiling down from the branch he just appeared upon.
“Numbers are just an elegant way of saying all that you want without leaving anything behind. And their closest companion, letters, are always finding the ways and means to describe what it is you need to hear.”
No matter the cost, no matter the occurrence, no matter the Time, or Space, numbers and letters are always integrating themselves with Consciousness, so that what is in front of you can be Heard.
Moving the spaces between us, we begin to acknowledge the need to witness, to become the Cloth of Witness, to become the Fabric of Listening.
Waking all the threads counts and all images spun by the Rede, we learn there is no casual in the life we know. Everything is inside the meaning of Potency, and the potent gesture is always ready to be counted, and given to the Realm of Intention.
While all the times, that generate a close encounter with our own Intention, we begin to know ourselves as Aware. The places we experience between is moving now to the insight of the breath that takes in the middle of every equation we create.
Staying close to all the conversations that generate a whole vision of consistency, we begin to mean the difference in a whole new way.
“Where the hell are my shoes,” asks the Rabbit, a bit miffed at being late, “what or who has gone off with them?” Has anyone heard or seen anything out of the ordinary?”, upon which everyone bursts out laughing!
“Dear Rabbit,” Alice says, “ what ever do you mean? Are you saying that you, the TimeKeeper, are not ready to run your race with Time?”
The Rabbit looks a little flustered, doffs his Hat and makes straight-away to the other side of the Hill. Round is a wonderful way to get started, when you don’t know the all of everything.
“Poor Rabbit”, says Alice, “always thinking he’s late, when he far farther ahead than most. If we could just get him to stop long enough for a sip of Tea, and one of those nice warm scones.”
“I’m sure he’d come to his senselessness, and relax into Hearing, especially with those magnificently long ears of his. Had he stopped, we could have told him his shoes where in his pockets.”
“Once always become twice, at least around here, and we begin each day listening to ourselves to see if we are hearing, said the Hatter, “so every time breakfast is smelled, we get up hearing the toast pop and the bacon sizzle.”
In the immediate sequence of things, there is a breath that holds the sequence into a thread that weaves between the Cloth of Existence that we travel through.
The necessary fold is corrugated, and resolved, and who we know as ourselves begins to strengthen as essence as the Will of Through begins to accept a stronger awareness.
The peeling back of the Veil is folded within acceptance, and the acceptance is corrugated into a relationship with Volume.
Accepting this relationship with Volume is a big part of what this time is about. It knows who we are, and knows the Square that we move through, accepting each rounded corner as acceleration.
The faster we go, the faster we go, but to really go fast you must slow down to a crawl. Ask the Turtle if this is not true, she will tell you, “Certainly this is true, because I have seen so many things through the fractal of Time.”
When the Once comes around, let that Round tell you what the course is becoming, what the path unfolding is about, what the intention of your intention is doing here, where you can finally once, and for all, Hear.
On the back of the Turtle is the Shell that Squares itself into a Pattern that dates so far back, that the Back is something the Turtle is well aware of.
Home is a Place where you are, Home is a Place you carry with you in your Heart, Home is the Place that sets the Table and people show up, because they are hungry for something they can’t even describe.
The radical economy of shifting gears, is the letting go of not hearing, so that what you hear is what you want to hear that nurtures you, into becoming more of your Self unafraid of hearing.
The Rabbit shows up, and sheepishly says, “Found my shoes. Heard them rustling around in my pockets, and the pockets always tell you what you’re looking for.”
When you live in an upside down world, to find something out on you own, with the help of your friends, is no small matter, it is to be celebrated, and here celebrating is what we do best.
The Table, along with its contents, elements, its mathematical calculations, all showed up in their finest splendor, dressed to the 9’s and 10’s.
From what we heard, such a crowded Table it became, all because you slowed down enough to rede the letters in front of you. If you listen hard enough, you will hear where it was you were sitting as this all took Place.
Beginning to center the Need, we round out all the parts, and canvas our new picture with the corners of the Square. We are Hope, we are Relationship, we are Compassion, we are the Reach and the need knows where we live.
The binding that winds around the waist, to tighten the inhalation into Power, we begin to breathe like we are the Bow and the Arrow we clutch in our hands is the Need.
The Perspective that now settles within us, between us, before us, and behind, is Squaring out its negative residences, and canoeing up a new boat that we can sit within and ride on the waters of the distance that we need.
The Pea Pod Boat of Layers comes ashore at the precise spot where what was taught and what was found matched to perfection.
Going to the mattress is not just a phrase, it is a phase that has its own meaning, one that stacks up with value, one that begets any number of purposes.
Purposed with Intention, you are able to hear beyond the limit of limitation. Making the memory count, we acknowledge the numbers laid down, and we pick them up and put them in the Pocket of our Needs, and begin to recalculate our time, and lay down a new Squared Perspective. Mote It Be.
