The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Introduction:
On The Miracle Of Each Moment
Causal resilience now enters the Frame.
2025
July 13th Issue
On The Miracle Of Each Moment
There are no better versions than the one you are in, the Papered Awareness of your each and every fold, corrugates so that the ease of what you desire can come forward, out from behind the lost of never.
What counts for the need, is the desire for an ease that goes beyond limitational drift of confusion, or a chaotic release of difficulty.
Bringing in the news of completion, and the reach of radial distance, we are able to meet with the harmonizing notes of tonality, that penetrate past the regional limits, and break tradition with no of not.
Once the shift is reached, we can then move on to the real reason the miracle can register within each moment, the deep notes of Listening.
Hearing is the listening of complete, and the ear of listening knows when to fold, when to crease, and when to activate the Heart to further open.
Miracles are made this day, the photonic breath of Light reaches us without reservation, and an accountment of where we’ve been, where we’re going, and how we got here, are all charted by the stars.
When the stars disconnect from your charted way, and instead reach you through Light Pattern, then the activation of your individual identity becomes Sovereign to you.
Independent, yet deeply connected to your own deep
Listening, you are able to feel the breath within you expand, and as you take note of your position in space/ time, you are then Self Aware.
Story-telling is the creased edge of a vast and immense Story, the telling of which is what propels you forward, as the Light from your own breath is made visible to your 10 of 10.
Expressionary energy is the result of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being in harmony with the Bee, as it hovers above, and then descends into the Center of the Flower.
The Garden is making the Sun, the Sun is becoming more than just a Light Ball of Gases, and the equation of E=MC3 is understood. Trinary is the Code of true expansion.
Related to what is relative, the Healing Light Imprintsial Patterns connect you to your Original Pattern and remove the blockages to Consciousness, as they open the Portals into Sovereignty.
The Hatter stops by to chat, the Dormouse is all ears, and the Rabbit has, oddly, become relaxed. “Don’t forget to take your ‘underbrella’,” the Hatter says, “as the skies are looking particularly bright this morning.”
The knowing of the deeper meaning of things never ever discouraged the Hatter, which is a crowning achievement, when it comes to knowing your way around Consciousness.
“Applied science, applied Alchemy, two sides of the same cube, the same sphere, the same platonic solids,” says the Cheshire Cat, “ once you get it, and come out of the fog of disbelief, then it’s relatively easy to get the gist of things, which is mightily close to the jest of things.”
“Keep in mind, that when you find yourself wondering, note how far it is that you have wandered from how not to, to how to. It a short trip for some, and a very long journey for others,” said Alice, as she looked around the table.
“Where is everybody,” she asked? “What’s keeping them, what’s taking so long? Did anyone send out the invitations,” she asked?
“It would be a shame to have gone to all this trouble, and everything spoil,” said the Caterpillar, “change is a very good thing, it certainly helps you get your wings.”
The Table looked ready for dozens and dozens of guests, the plates, glasses, and silverware, all polished are glowing. The chairs all gathered around, like children ready for their favorite Story.
The maths added up, the positions were exact, the event planned eons in advance, yet without the invitations going out, how could there be an excited crowd of willing individuals ready to share in the assimilation of Real?
“When you slice a cake,’ explained the Rabbit, “you cut into the Hole, and the Hole becomes part of what is exact, for who ever gets that piece.”
“The next slice of the Hole, goes to the next person, its different, because it came from a different angle, but it’s still part of the same cake, from the same Holeness. Do you see where this is falling”, explained the Rabbit?
“Not only is the miracle, that you got a slice in the first place,” said the Cheshire Cat, “but the fact that you rotate through the Hole Cosmos, allows you perspective that falling can be up, instead of down.”
His grin is infectious, and that germ gets into everything, and everything is infected with humor. It breaks out at the most opportune moments, and is inappropriate at others, which is why children get it so easily.
Play, such a misunderstood power. The adulting world, for the most part, has reached as far as it can go away from it, and now the rubber band is about to snap back into place.
The radial quality of such an event is momentous, and the outreach has far exceed its potential. “The snap back is going to be unreal,” said the Dormouse, and with that the lid to the teapot slammed shut.
“Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared,” said Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in unison, “the Great Suspense is about to be unsuspended.” They were so excited, and ready for the next big adventure.
Mathematically speaking, the odds of an event as joyful as they were expected, seemed pretty slim to the outside world, but to the inside world it was a given. And as we all know, everything comes from the Centermost at Zero Point.
“This activation stuff is legendary,” said the Hatter, “when things get all wonky, things are set to rights, and right on is the on that’s needed at Present.”
“The corner-most portion is one of great fortitude, and where the acceleration occurs, that right angle is what it take to project into the future the Present, and the lift off from the Past is secured.”
Prompted to continue, the Hatter went on to explain the finer point of Galactic exactitude, with no need of proofs. “What is essential is already inside you, getting it to come out is the trick.”
“It’ll take a miracle if any of this ever sees the Light of day,” said the Caterpillar, and everyone smiled, because they all knew the Story of the Butterfly.
“This Table was built for a reason,” said Alice, “and reason is no reason to get caught in not possible.”
And that is when it happened, the fog rolled in so thick you could cut it with a knife, and everyone let go of being able to see perfectly, and the Magic filled the Story with new characters, so what was hidden became available.
Giving the force of Will more room to embody, is the gift of this time. Spoken volume of relationship becomes more willing to receive the Soul Essential.
The frequency needed for this time is Embodiment, willingness to secure Grace in one’s own folding Matter. The full accompaniment of Sacred is now requested, and the memory is marked more able to respond than ever.
The feeling quotable is relationshipial to the course of Will, as it speaks all the languages of the Soul Embodiment.
Folded Matter becomes more easily accessed, and the memory contained within the Willingness becomes more accessible to every quote.
As we mark our Space, we become more willing to own our own property. We hold ourselves more Sacred to the coming of Time.
The wonder making forces surround us, and allow us to embody our Realm of Will more completely. The memory of Will, the cause of Will, the Folded Will, all patterned our future.
The time of space gives more volume, and its volume directs us more easily. We hear what we need to hear, we want what we need to want.
Marking time more willingly, we become heard, and the heard speaks to us in ways that it never has been able to before. Collect around you, the speaking of the Angelic Realm.
When the Heart holds itself in its own frame, because of the love it has for the expression of Life, there is more, more color, more heat, more Love, more constancy.
Memory speaks to us in the way of our own teaching, of how the vision takes in the raw vision of what exists around it.
We are incarnated by the motion, the expression, the constancy of beauty. More related is the now coming, and the full relationship of timing is more heard, given, and accepted.
Speaking forward with more memory, we become more whole to our own sound, rather than others. We become more whole to our own words, and the syllables they contain.
We are the folded emotions of emulating desire, as we become the wholeness of what Life is. There is the beat, there is the heat, there is the coming forward that emulates the desire.
The desire being our force field, that reaches out beyond what is now held. Making more of life more memory, we consume the meeting of ourselves, and the consequential reference that wraps around us, like Raven wings, that embody the Deep Pitch of the Black inside the unknown.
The Black for Room, the Black for Space, the Black for Reach, the Black for Unlimited Potentiality. We are honored by our Will, and this Will guardians us like a Valkyrie.
The Valkyrie that wraps around our tenderness, and holds bright all that lights our way. Inside the deepest Pitch one can see the tiniest light fully.
We are the consequence of all our asking, and our asking is our reach into Infinity. Our asking is our willingness to hear even the unheard, so the smallest part can never be left behind, forgotten, or unroomed.
Forming the Square of all our corners, we connect into a pyramidial reliance that secures the substance of who we are being.
We fill in what would never fill in before, and we find the answer beyond loss, separation. We hold matter of ourselves as Real, and every moment it is Real in our minds it becomes more Whole.
Cuddle up to yourself, cuddle up to your Potency, cuddle up to who you are, and allow no divergence from your mission of Life.
Love the cellular regeneration, of all your generational parts, and call them into your Belief, and your righteous system of self-assurance. Make me whole, make me willing, make me conceived, as winged in Spirit, Mind, Body, and Soul.
What is there in you, in me, that travels so far to see through the eye of the Needle, and passing on through to the penetrated resilience of the Soul made fortunate, by the love of its Source?
Mark your Space and allow no intrusion.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
