The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Writing In The Past, Present, Or Future Is All The Same Introduction:
The folded patterns that now engage our world will help to reduce the deficit to Zero.
2025 June 2nd Issue
Writing In The Past, Present, Or Future Is All The Same
We are stored inside our Existial Presence and we unfold our making, as we mark our way through expression. Presently our Past has followed us here, and this Present is doing the same thing, following our future.
We unbind this marking and making, by threading our way through the Wholes, inside of the Closet of our Content, which is the gathering of corrugated assimilations. The Eaten is the fed of our knowledge, as the time spent is marked to completion.
Time is assimilated through the gathered pictures making their way across the abyss of Spacial Recognition. Proclaiming no mark that is not our own, we make way for the nutrients fed to us by the larger Mycelial Picture.
There is so much more to know than is knowable, and this stretches the fabric of woven to its zenith, and at its apex, the other side of things becomes known. Pyramidial context marks the content with a bridge to appointment.
We are appointed, as we contain the amount of content into one measure, then multiplying the total with the expansion, so that what was originally thought can grow to become contented and relaxed into refinement.
The refining copes with the coarse, so that the letting go can be made more easily. This requires the understanding to lose its demands, and the finding to sit at the Table that allows visitors to be welcomed.
What content do you have in your Time Closet, that you aren’t sharing? How much of your creative nature is rotated out of circulation? When does your locked closet spring open, is it timed with the Garden?
Spring mounts its forces of good to go up against the despair and doldrums of depression and heartache. Take Time and reach past the space of contained, and move into the space of expansion.
The ease of merging time into the same space, bringing past, present and future into an accommodation of courses, allows your lineage to catch up with itself, and refer each timeline to its foundation of Origin.
Making sure the ease registers, Time elasticizes space so the dimensional shifts can take place and remain orderly in scope and pace.
Marking all the spaces between the clicks we now open to a larger diameter of surface, that creates a gentle slide between the worlds of our Life and what we create in between the characters of opinion that we create content from.
Character of content is what releases between movement and breath, and we have to begin to learn this territory more intimately. When creation is folded, the miracle of living is given a deeper resonance, and a greater opinion of itself.
As we prepare the language of each day, we enter the numbers of the calculatorial decision and purpose. This is a precision that we learn to mark and trade from, we exchange the long and the short, and make more available the horizontal lengthening needed.
We incorporate the up and down, the above and the below, the inside and the outside, the between and the circumferic. We format from this a more cellular entourage of calculatorial images.
We are more natural from the course of ourselves, and permit a more central focus, that strengthens the length of our Will. We learn that we cannot expand our meaning, if we do not intensify our intention.
The intention of correlation begins to connect everything to what moves, and what excels is what is able to slide through. The general constancy is made more accredited, as the Will begins to surface more clearly, and the intention narrows into a formidable marking.
When the intention formats through, the equational distance is given numerical relationshipial destinations. When one is given the central focus of what is desired, a destinational format begins to set into place.
When the same follows through, and the focused forum of past begins to elongate, into a clearer format destination, the body begins to serve matter more easily, with greater flow.
As the Table is set, we are made aware of the length of Time spent, inside the remembered arrangement of flowing, this allows the nature of character to expand its meaning, and bring forward the past folding through the present.
Occupying the seat that sits, we are beside one another in the between of conveyance, which allows the open to flow more rapidly, and the ease to announce the ready.
Opening up the view that holds the landscape of our real identity, we begin to inquire more of what is in the elemental awareness of our perspective, and how many times do we inquire about what we already know.
Rising the retinal imprintation, we become more capable of viewing all the angles from where we stand. This in itself increases our sovereignty and makes us feel that we finally know what we really hold in our hand.
It is not always open to be seen, but we always feel it inside the gesture. Identity shifts from life to life, time to time, moment to moment, exhale to exhale, but it is always rooted in the moment of the same gesture of our original intent engaged with our original pattern.
We can grant many things, and we can become more aware of what is allowed, but we can only move when we are ready.
To become ready is a silent walk, that we do before we begin to hear our own footsteps. The ears that we hear within this world are not always the ears we hear within other worlds.
So to hear the word here is different than to hear the word there. Each time we move inside the awareness, of what we have granted speech, is to actually invoke content.
When the steady marks the way, the culminated factor of fear cannot engage us in the ways that it usually can, but instead the intent is threaded through and made ready, like a Red Thread.
We needle it up, and we send it through to the piercing of the fiber that lives within the content of what is real, what is safe, what is taught, what is heard, what is felt, and what is consummate within time.
Time tries to consume us, but it is we who are the stewards of Time, and Space is the ally that creates the difference within gravity, so we are surrounded by the effects of our own Sound.
Once gathered up, the throat issues forth the remnants of numbered letters, alpha betting the order in which you hear, and from which world you are calling from. Dialed in, you are ready to make your own calls.
The answers are questioned by those unable to call for themselves, and the fallout is Nu Clear, which is why so many are afraid to speak the language given to them by the Mother.
Reaching past the no of not, the yes of always comes to the Table and pronounces the meal Home Made, and therefore capable of the most nutritional feast.
Topping off the dessert, the cream of the crop is swirled above the layers, and the star-studded cast of amazing resilience is eaten right along with the meat of the main course.
Charted from galaxy to galaxy, the remaining outreach is given room to breathe, and as you come to your senses, you are able to realize the immensity of this journey.
Alice is willing and able to be a character reference, the Cheshire Cat has long been able to come and go at will, and the Hatter doffs their hat, as a signal that the Mysterious is simply you in front of yourself.
When the second guessing stops and the chosen is adopted, then you will no longer feel like a stepchild, but rather a singular belonging of great standing.
The Equational Mode is Exquisite and yields its reference point to Zero, where you are able to hear your own breathing and able to add up all the clues to your own answer.
Questions long asked, or long hidden, are finally in the Table of Contents, and all you have to do is use your Long Spoon to feed someone else, in order to claim the Alchemy desired.
You only reach this once in a lifetime, and when you are ready, cast your net worth of empty, so that you can reclaim the fortune given, as a way to connect content to Time, as it swings from past to present to future and back again.
Making reason a way to know the formula, you can climb the ladder of stars and reach way past the stopping point, so that the claim is lineage in scope, and individual in meaning.
The Matter unfolds it coat, and the arms reach to the ground, as the Trees wrap up the leaves of letters and post the note to the Receiver.
When one takes in the concept of time, one must know that it is content that creates Time, and the knowable becoming knowable, and the unknowable becoming seen, and the bridge that connects the seen and unseen becomes what we call Space.
Space always leading to the physical world. The place for content emerges, is what we call distance, and distance becomes reality when it is allowed Time.
All these codial volumes of a calculatorial volume is never without number equation, and when the calculatorial base becomes fully contented, the angle of spin switches to the other pole.
We are based within our Codial Markers, but we are also referenced through the Need, Want, and Desire of our sovereign makeup. Keeping time within the venue of the opening, we are sighted as belonging.
We belong at the Table of Great Content, and the abundance of its bounty is endless in its nature, so much so that what goes for fear, is really just volume of plenty.
When plenty is good and ready, then the amounts will add up to every exact number, so that the spin hits all the right spots and the Ra of the Boat becomes levitated beyond reason.
Reason is simply a marker to get you to see beyond what you thought was the end, instead you fold over and over again, so that the between feels like Home, and you are able to crease and in crease the bendable.
Once flexible enough, easy is the weight of Light as it pours like water throughout the Omniverse. Touch any one Key and all Doors open to the ease of Becoming.
Bending into the right is the art of threading into the Red, bending into the left is the art of threading the Red through the up and over of the needle.
It creates an intention that gives more volume to what is fed than any other method. So once known, the body will take this to its highest count, and what is needed will move into place, 1,000 times faster than ever before.
The Dormouse has had its fill of desserts and tea, so now it is time for the Table Cloth to be pulled out from under all those priceless dishes, and allow the wood beneath to shine.
Wooded in its makeup, the Tree Language runes no party, and instead lends support so ancient, that every ear can hear the Sound of marks upon the bark of Tree.
Loyal, the Tree Language passes over the mixed up, and straightens out the lost. No character is forgotten, when connected to the immense of small. There the moment is resonating within the field of total comfort.
Past, Present, and Future are the allies holding the sides that Closet the Content into the Between Slide and Spin of Rotational Gravity. We are marked by our own Sound and spin the record that receives the needle placed into the corrugation.
