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The Alchemical Rede Magazine Yes

By Clarity 1

Introduction: Forget me not, is not the question, but remember me is because I am the one who asked to make a di erence in your life, so that a di erence could appear and nourish your ways.

2026 October 18th Issue Yes Here comes the Yes, the yes that says good, the yes that helps support, the yes that goes beyond the no of compression, contraction, contradiction, all the di culty set aside.

Cool your jets, calm the waters, adjust the timing, implement the yes of Compassion, the yes of Love, the yes of Well-Being.

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Unfold the Ease, and extend it beyond your own Table. Put away the short spoon, the one only for you, the one most grew up with, the one that is handed down unpolished and wanting.

Grow up to your potential, pick up the Long Spoon, the feeding spoon that goes beyond logic, and way past the old formula of child, and reaches into the trust and listening that forgives and forgives, and forgives.

Tie yourself in knots and remain in the tangle, the unforgiving, the unforgiving, the not allowing the moving on, the moving forward, the release of the catch, the caught, the bound up.

Alice says, “Good morning all, break fast is ready and all the jams and jellies have been set out next to your scones. The time is ripe and the picking is happening.”

“Whoa,” says The Dormouse, “ I didn’t know we had that much jam and jellies, enough to feed an army, and its a good thing I xed so many scones and biscuits today.”

“Well, today is the day, afterall,” said Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, “ and boy are we ready for the time to rest and be with all this good goodness.”

And here comes Yes, sits down, puts its feet up and leans back into yes-terday, so that the continuity continues smoothly, smooth as glass, smooth as silk, smooth as the cream being poured into Yes’s cup.

And there it is, The Cheshire Cat fades in for his regal appearance, “Hello everyone, its a grand day, today, even better than yes-terday, if that’s possible.”

“But what about the rumbly-tumble that happened”, asked Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum? “Well, sometimes rumbly-tumblies over-turn plowing through,” said Alice, “ and the bull in the china shop stops breaking all the dishes.”

The Dormouse looks totally stricken, takes a deep gulp and says, “ Dishes, like my teacups and saucers, like my plates and glasses!”

Everyone looked to the Dormouse, and felt the pain of the emotion, the hurt of the possibility, the heart-ache of potential.

The Hatter says, “ You’ll be okay, you are always protected and the Table is stronger that that possibility, you just sit down and take a breath. Relax, regenerate, rejuvenate, you’ll be just ne.”

The smile of Yes entered the conversation, conversation, the conversation that sets things to rights, the conversation that says moving on is moving on, and the yes holds all the cards of Compassion.

Papered Awareness turns yet another page and opens up a new chapter. Folding, creasing, and bending into the new story that has been corrugated from future events, all positive and welcoming. 11

Into the Yes of Yes, where what was is, and what is, is, and what will be is, too, so that what becomes has a Red Thread that weaves into the Fibered Existence that follows the Story-telling that completes Compassion.

Feel the lift, feel the ease, feel the music that comes rolling in, rolling up, rolling into the room and presents itself with so much ease that it lls you with hope.

Hopeful Yes, Easy Yes, Helpful Yes, Accommodating Yes, the Yes that moves things so that what opens, opens wide and inviting.

Your Radial Awareness corners the momentum, so that when you apply, you are received into the depth of who you are, and you turn the corner, turn the page, turn into the chapter that you are standing in. 13

Reaching across the divide, reaching past the no, the Yes does not bridge, the Yes moves on, on and on and on, deeper, deeper, deeper into the Inside of the Compassion that agrees with levitation, the lift of living, the lift of Light, the lift that is buoyant, light, lled with joy, creativity, happiness yielding away from the contractive forces.

Open the hand, open the heart to yourself, allow your time to be lled with what lls you into Yes, and let the yes, yes you into the unfolding lightness that gives you your loving creative expression.

Let yourself burst forth into the material of the support you deserve, want, and need. Desire the Yes to t you with the lift of Lightness that Yeses you into Being strong, powerful and Well.

“Pour some more tea, we could all use more tea,” said Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, particularly vocal this day, “ we so would like more tea, and many more scones.”

What seems little is big, and what seems big is little, so that as we grow, the Door that t, no longer does, instead the Door becomes new, so that what seemed impossible is, but is now doable.

The jam that seemed impossible can now be spread out, scone yourself across the horizon, sun yourself into the dawn, the new day, dusk, and nightfall. Hours of Being meet the fascination of reach, and the vertical rises up and stars you path endlessly.

Compound the remainder’s and let the result of positivity add up, bring you the eld, atmosphere, and environment, and you will light up with the fun of play.

Open your eyes, and vision yourself forward into the near future, the future that’s here now and unfolding at a pace that sets the timing into itself, the Self of Yes, the Yes that keeps us creatively alive, creatively well, and creatively expressive.

Precision is what is needed now, the precision of asking, listening closely, and hearing in nitively. You are not the mask that folds away, you are what opens up, no longer hidden from view.

You are at the beginning of ready, not everyone is, but you are, and that is what counts right now in life, your life, your dream, your fullness, your spoken awareness, your third eye, your third ear, your third dream, the trinary code of what makes the di erence in a time such as now.

You are the one who hears, you are the one who listens, you are the one that counts the days in a trinary rhythm. You focus the time, you focus the momentum, you focus the exactness, and you learn again the value of your intricate ways.

They are known, most only by you and your loved one, they are most known by what has the right to hear. To hear is not something you want, to hear is not something you ask for, to hear is what is something you earn.

You earn it with your Heart, you earn it with your delity, you earn it with your truth, you do not steal it from another, you can’t run away with it, if it is not yours.

You give it as a gift only because you have earned it. You earn the gifts you give, there is no other way, and the time has reached its capacity and is now ready to hear what you hear, what you earned, and it is free of tax.

There is no taxidermy taxidermist that stu s you up after you are dead, you earn it while you live, while you breathe, and those who don’t are propped up like some trophy on their inner wall, the rom wire they hide what is indigestible, but looks great on the outside.

You need to digest yourself completely, no remains of the day, no twilight return, fully digestible, fully digested, not returnable, so it is forever, and those who betray lose it all.

You cannot stay this light, where the darkness constantly puts out the candle. You make the weather, whether rainy or not, you make the weather, so sit into the leak that came without your permission, and suck it up, reclaim your water to dispel the dryness.

Get out your Kirk’s soap and later up the layers, so the suds can return the bubbles into your life. Sing in the rain, sing in the storm, sing through it, sing on it, sing with it, sing the Story with a tap tap tap, and a click click click and make it more digestible to the understanding of what mixes in a life that sings better than others. 22

Sing your stars, sing the star you are, sing the prisms, that glow in your auric eld, and light up the crystals that vibrate to back your way, back yourself up. There is nothing like a full backup courage, even if you have to fall on your back to sojourn your way.

You are backed by the Mother, and she is backed by you, and you risked your back to get away. Away from the thunder, away from the storm, and we will back you up all the way through, through the change, through the move, through the entry.

New space, new ways, new surroundings, new support, new loving ones to mother you.

We’ll mother you, we’ll mother you, we’ll mother you, as the angels we are. We got your back. The back of courage, the back of getting back to it, the creative it that listens, hears, and expresses the art of Being, the art of Becoming, the art of loving expression.

Named are the times, named are the reasons, named are the events that cause the Be Cause to unfold its wings and levitate the ground of gravity, into the sky of above and the beneath of the Rooted Way.

Becoming the Fey of the Wooded Way, the Mycelial Network, the resonance of vibratory elation, connected back, back, and back into the roots of your deepest belonging.

Home to the Union, the Goddess union of swaddled, nurtured, and loved beyond limit, beyond reason, and into the impossible of Yes.

Step out the Door, step into the new Door, put on your blinkers and step free of encumbrances. Float the note of value, and reclaim your lost revenue.

The value is real and the cost has been immense, but in the immense we are free to be.

Closure: A way forward has been seen, now step into it, and hold my hand, and I yours.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity