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The Alchemical Rede Magazine Unfolding

By Clarity 1

Introduction: Some advice for the awakening, don’t snooze yourself through it.

2026 October 125th Issue Unfolding The Egg cracks open and open and open, until what unfolds is the present present and the inside is now on the outside.

Flipped inside out, the egg opens up the Door, the Gate, the way out from the way in, until what was becomes, and what becomes is Is. 4

Such a treat to be in the beginning before the was has any chance of changing the outcome of the income, so the income increases beyond what all thought possible.

Nested are the stars, as are you in your ne and grand garments of woven cloth, woven patterns, woven bers of the liking of particle arrangements, larger than you are, larger than we are, larger than the largest imaginable.

Created are the steps that rise the raised until he particle arranges it mark and the salt is scored into the musical notes of re nement.

We are uncaught from the bound bind, and the ease opens the yellow Sun of Nu. We are forward in our Intention and we are capable of much more than what is demanded.

We are unfolding from all that Is and what is is the making of marking, we mark our way, and we mark our mark, and we move through the Wooded Way as the Fey that we are.

Our Papered Awareness awakens in us the timing we need to be where it is we need to be, the most of the enough, the mark of the making, and the center rise of awakening, that serves us and keeps us following the following that rolls us out the door. 7

Centered in the Circle brings the radial trust ,that circumnavigates and allows the Magic to open the door, to the Wand of Wood and the ease of coming into the Ease more easily than ever before.

Thread your way through and into the want and desire of the need, so that as you put your foot into place, the place becomes the Home, and the Home becomes the center for creativity that bursts through and into the connection wanting you. 8

Looking looking looking, nding nding nding, this is the time for the loosened to move forward unbound by the bind of bound. Time is unfolding its minutes, and the hours are ours, so that what we need is nally given its true time, its true space, its true Union.

“Settle up,” says Alice, “what needs to be is becoming more, and the time is ripe for the harvest of this time. Remember to brush the crumbs from your clothes, so we can be more there for ourselves, so we can sit in the seat we have chosen, so we can own the place we are being at the Table.”

“Don’t forget to fold your napkins,” said The Cheshire Cat, “the folds will tell you more than you know, more than you could ever guess, and don’t forget to hydrate.”

The Dormouse laughs, “Let me pour out another drink, let me remind you that the Air is lled with your breath, and your breath, and your breath. So much moisture in the Air.”

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are looking at each other and grinning the grin that grins people back, “We think we need to cry a little together,” they said in unison, we need to connect and stitch ourselves back together.”

The Fibers weave, the Fabric grows, and we are connected through the folds, they crease and corrugate their patterns that inspire the eyes and support the spirit.

We are the Ease we seek, we are the Ease we want, and the Ease we know that grows inside the center of our own Wooded Way, the Fey of Grove and the Beech of Oak, and the Birch that writes to us the letters of our Papered Awareness and the numbers of our dreams.

We thread the knot with the Compassion we desire, the compassion we want, the compassion the need, and closer closer closer we draw the knot, it gains its speed and quickly cures the spell that wouldn’t to the telling that would, the Wooded Way. 12

Only the gift can give the gift, only the compassion can give the compassion, only love can unlock the lock that unfolds the Ease, so that you guard nothing that needs freedom, and the letting of going from coming.

Magic in the hand, the white that colors your words already pouring out its gift to you, and the Ease lls you with the Wand that woods your words and letters your paragraphs, so that what colors, colors you whole and complete.

Reach into the cosmos and allow the stars their place in your life, the sparkle that shines you up and levitates you o the oor of your foot as it readies itself to walk the day of this day, and the amount of coin you receive for the day’s play of work.

Marking the marking is there for you to be who you are at the Table, the one who does not fear the Long Spoon, does not fear for scarcity, but rather eats with comfort in the company of kindred spirits.

Fed are the lines that populate the particle awareness of quantum and the mix of letters allows the meal to be delicious, the words to melt in your mouth and the dessert to be made of stories, the story-telling of ancient.

Old than old are the words that command and the elements listen because the resonance is profound, and the found is made whole in its ndings, those gems of quality that are clear and note-worthy.

Practical are the moves that break the cord and the thread remains solid and stronger than ever before, while the before begets the cause of e ect, so the standing is contained in Sovereignty.

Unfolding are the moment, the minutes, the seconds, that make up the made up, and the made up unfolds its rhythm so the sound can unbind the ribbon of words that catch in the throat, and become less than they were.

Caught up is the net so the Fish File can fold the catch and serve up the planned meal of wanting, and the wanting needs the avor of course, where the taste is savored and the Magic is swallowed whole.

Tumbled are the gems of contemplation, and the polished give their silk its thread, so that the strength becomes counted upon, and the counted letters its way into the depth of listening, where you hear the healing and the well-being desired.

Pressed between the layers of now and then, I begin to squeeze out a new level that is all that I have been, all that I will be, and all that I am now.

This creates the now of myself that totally remains in the center of my own time. In this, I am just in the here now, as the being that I am everywhere.

To break the code is to become the code in your own sovereign way. You are the listener the listened to the art of listening made real, second by second, moment by moment, date by date. You re called your are called to be in the same window of time.

Your deep intention resides. Cal the rst to the second, call the right to the left, call the second to the minute, and the minute to the hour and the hour to the time.

Relax your mode, relax your code, relax your follow through, because there is nothing for you not to be. The being is now, and now is the being, and the record it keeps is eternal.

This is essential for this next level, to awaken the time within the spirit, to awaken the spirit within the time, so that you are not scattered or plundered, by what cannot hold itself real. 20

When the pretend begins to mark the way, you stand rm, you are not unbalanced by the unbalanced, and you do not rely on the unbalanced to balance your life.

You no longer witness what needs a witness, you are here as who you are, not a witness for anyone. Make the score of your life real. Keeping the code a memory you know where you are who you are, and exactly what you have come to make.

In this, all you make is real, alive, carried, protected, and summoned. Place in each current into its own ignition you allow the electrical a speed needed for the future body wisdom of what now calls you into place.

There is the miracle there is the wisdom of miracles and there is the miracles of wisdom. Keep close to the miracle, don’t plan out, allow. Allow the miracle to catch its breath, allow the miracle to ground its feet. 22

What now has been given has already been saved, and the grace of saving is the appreciation of all that has been given, utilized and made strong.

You are the miracle of yourself, so bless the light that gives you compassion, bless the light . You are now nested in the ight of wings intended to make its way to a home that lives inside your clarity, and does not visit.

May the Morning Glory thrive above your head, so you can channel in your life what is blue and unforgetting. May the memory that dwells within us all channel more clearly the need of grace, the need of allowing ,the need of forgiving, the need of remembering, the need of recognizing, the need of beauty returned in the way of living.

This way life becomes clearer, brighter, more imaginating. This is where the Magic lives, this is the way the Magic lives within me. This is the way the Magic can live within you, don’t clutter up your space with the dead, the denial, drawn away from. 24

Lets immerse ourselves in all the quick breath of play and childish ways that remember us in a most beloved childish way that put a puzzle together, rolled marbles around in a circle, collect children’s books.

The color of the story, small wooden things, that catch the breath, and oor the solid under our feet. Yes, don’t miss it, yes don’t forget it,, don’t become so old that all you can do is forget your colors, forget your crayons.

Forget your paints, forget your tiny ways of being, forget the sweetness of make up, coloring down under, rolling your love on the oor and out the door to a new place of being, a place that allows you some room to grumble mumble and hear your ways of di erent choices, di erent sounds, di erent breaths because you are upset.

You are upset, you cry from down under, you mumble up what needs to allow, you crumble up what needs to crumble, and you mumble up your own needs instead of watching always for the needs of others.

You worked your Garden like you hand is a shovel, you turn over the soil with your ngers holding the dirt and moving a new place for the seed to grow.

You spit into the water of what you water the seeds with so what grows knows what your DNA needs, so it can feed you, mind body and soul. So it can feed you spirit wings and light.

Spit into the waters of your life so it knows you as elemental. Spit into the waters your need as a seed that must be fed by what grows in life and sew yourself as something so ornately needed that the Garden soil write down your name, and the ower garden you in every part of your body, until it heals all your longings, all your worries, all your dreams, and all your secret musings.

It’s in your DNA not in your mind. Your mind only knows when it grows your mind only knows when it senses what it hears, your mind only knows when you allow your breath to feed the desires of why you came.

What a visitor you are, what Magic you carry in intention, what holy of holies is your foot to print down. Print it down, print it deep, and do not be ashamed that you have come to exist in a world that snap snap snaps, snicker snicker snickers, and laughs out loud through it all.

Closure: Snap Dragon, truly a ower for the times. Snap snap snap. Fire rolling rolling rolling.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity