The Alchemy of Language
The Alchemy of Language
A transmission by Delahrose Roobie Myer
New Moon in Virgo, 0° — August 2025
I stand astonished at the magnitude of what has come through me.
A spell written, vibrating outward, carrying her own voice.
She is me, and yet beyond me.
A gateway. A threshold.
Where portal languages live, vibration and art weave their own spellwork. Prophecy hides itself in plain sight until the reader — or even the writer — is ripe enough to understand.
But here in the human world, we fear and control. We try to shrink words, minimise language, embellish or diminish it, afraid that if we speak what aches inside, we will make it real. We repress grief, rage, desire, and longing, believing silence keeps us safe.
And yet, here lies the twist, the Mystery:
It is not until something is spoken that it gains the liberty to transform.
To speak grief aloud is to free it from stagnation.
To name rage is to give it wings.
To let longing be voiced is to allow it to ferment into a new possibility.
This is the alchemy of language:
• To hear yourself out loud.
• To see your truth written outside of you.
• To look back, reflect, and marvel at how the forecast revealed itself in unexpected ways.
Language ferments. Words distil. Expression transmutes raw pain into essence. It is not dwelling, not pining, but alchemy at work.
What is spoken breathes.
What is written coagulates.
What is witnessed transforms?
🌹 The Doctrine of the Sacred Quill
Fatima’s Alchemy — The Oracle in Living Form
A Treasure to Behold
To be afraid of words is to be afraid of creation itself.
For every word is a seed, every utterance a spell, every syllable a bridge between worlds.
To silence yourself is to bind your soul in the paradox of others’ perceptions, their judgments, their naysay. In that prison, you loop endlessly inside the frames they demand of you, never discovering the truest essence of your liberty.
But to speak — to dare to breathe truth into sound — is to set alchemy in motion.
Words ferment. They distil. They coagulate.
They transform raw pain into gold, grief into wisdom, longing into song.
Language is not ornamental.
Language is not decoration.
Language is the vessel of transformation itself.
It is not about fearing to speak pain that does not make sense.
It is not about striving to be correct in the eyes of another.
It is not about manifesting shadow by naming it aloud.
For the complexity of language is not a trap — it is an odyssey.
An odyssey unexplainable to the human mind, the human thought, the human balance sheet.
Language is not ledger; it is cosmos.
Each word is creation itself, a star born through the soul of the Sun,
an orbit spun into being through vibration, a mystery that carries its own alchemy beyond reason.
Thus, the Sacred Quill does not merely write.
It opens portals.
It spins prophecy.
It gives form to what was formless, voice to what was hidden, freedom to what was bound.
This is the Alchemy of Fatima.
This is the Oracle in living form.
This is the treasure you now behold.
May these words find the chamber in you that remembers.
May the Quill speak through your own tongue.
May you behold this treasure, not only in your hands, but in your becoming.
With love,
Delahrose Roobie Myer
Author- Fatima’s Alchemy - a Treasure To Behold
www.delahrose.com
IG - @fatimasalchemy @delahrose
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