The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Alchemy Of The Soul Of My Work
Introduction:
We are the cake that she said let them eat. Marie Antoinette, the Mother of a new invention, of how to cope with a hungry world.
2025 September 21st Issue
Alchemy Of The Soul Of My Work
I listen to the color of words, shapes, and sounds, and am then able to get a clear picture of what the Story-telling is about, in its full scope of meaning. The characters are as Real as we are, manifesting out of the Ethers.
What surrounds us, the visible and invisible, packs the omniverse with its presence, is in every breath, and leafs itself out from every branch.
We are Treed in a way of sheer Magic, and science is forever catching up with its expansiveness. What goes for common knowledge was, at one time, not so common, and what goes for illusion can sometimes be made available in the right order.
Leaving the cost of sacrifice aside, a huge barrel of coins, far deeper than anyone wants to remember, the edge of journey is at the tip of the sword, the top of the mountain, the front of the crowd, or lack thereof.
Creating is a journey that can leave you without, it can also bring you more than you could have ever imagined. The truth of it all is, you have a choice, whether it feels like it or not.
Tempting fate is a joke, fate is fake, and imagination is the key to unlocking any potential. Imagination is Potency, it is potent and unbridled, it is not a pony.
The Before is long gone before you got here, it is waiting in the corners of every room, beyond every door, it conjures you up while you thought you were imagining it opening the next step for you.
Look at your foot. Put your foot down and look up. All good exercises when you are about to embark on a new relationship with yourself. Take plenty of writing materials, and don’t forget your painting supplies.
In order to get a good Prophecy in, you need confidence that you alone can do this, and have enough Place within yourself to move around while things have a chance to change.
Too many people are too tight to move around in themselves, and leave themselves adrift in the boat of their own making.
Except for rough weather, of which there seems to always be some, mostly its smooth sailing, and you can handle more than you think you can. You were mostly just taught that you can’t manage everything that you need to manage to get to where you wish to go.
101 Etheric Knowledge; there is never a photon that doesn’t have enough light to give you what you need, you need only to ask.
Your Papered Awareness can spot the Red Thread in a haystack of fibers, and assist you into the next anything, before you knew you needed it. Be open to that, be open to the Magic that is Creation.
Time has its moments, but you have your own, it is bundled in your breath, your lungs internal wings. Flights of fancy are always first made in the Before, and that happens only within.
There is no Outer before an Inner. Inner grows the Outer from the inside out. Point taken, point made. Timing is made up of moments of breath in rhythm with Story in the telling of marks made.
Radial trust is that you will come around again, because the circle you run around with is the hoop you jump through time and again. Keeping up with yourself is the great accomplishment.
Timing isn’t everything, untimed events take more time than needed, but provide more time to muse. It is an amusing conundrum, but one worth waiting for.
Take Tea when you can, you never know when Time will speed up and you’re off again on some new adventure in the day, your day, your Time with Breath. Bee aware that the dots, the centers, connect in the oddest of ways, if you let them.
Alice wonders where everybody has got off to. The Table is quite empty, the invites have never properly gone out, there are crusts and crumbs all over the place, and the Tea has gone quite cold.
“This just won’t do,” says Alice, “the whole point of a Table in the middle of a forest, with woodland creatures attending, dressed to the 9’s, is to show people how anything is possible.”
Cheshire appears above the Table as a floating Centerpiece, “Give it Time dear Alice, all is not lost, it’s just a little mislaid.”
“Easy for you to say,” Alice’s frustration showing just a tad, “you didn’t find the spot, you didn’t build the Table, you didn’t put out the Call, you didn’t even go find someone new to attend.”
“True,” said the Cheshire Cat, “ but I’m mostly only an invisible Cat.”
“And that’s the problem,” said Alice, “quit thinking of yourself as a ‘mostly only’, practically everyone is doing that these days, and it’s simply not true.”
The Cheshire Cat could see her point, as her index finger was stretching directly at him. “Would you please go get the gang, we have work to do,” said Alice, “lots of work to do.”
No sooner was it decided than the Dormouse appeared, “Shall I make more Tea?”. Alice’s look spoke volumes, and books resting on shelves gave up their seats, to line up and be counted in.
When you can get your atmosphere and environment to pitch in, you are well on your way to a successful gathering.
The equations remark the mark made, so that the accounting of memory fits into the future precisely exactly. It is an Alchemical Science.
Reaching deep into the past and future in the same moment, brings the Before of the Present into a resonating focus, allowing the imagination to flourish, and the Woven Patterns of Consciousness to expand beyond reason.
Piecing out parts of ourselves to create an imaginative willingness to spread across the continents of bed, we learn to hear while we dream and dream while we hear.
We’re not just on one side of the quilted stream, we are on all four corners moving toward the middle, and then spreading out over the elastic identity of the life we create.
The moving forces of each thread is needled into place, as the breath of the quilting rains with pattern and digests our days in the memory of sleep.
We are Gorgons with an appetite for color, resonance, freedom, identity, and privilege. We open up the cascading colors before we cross over, into the dreaming alliances of what living builds.
We are conscious and then unconscious, and then conscious, and then unconscious scaling the walls of our intention, to build a higher deeper resonance of capability.
We create the mold and we give it words, and we testify to its reality, as we move attention across the Thread, as Intention Squares the Knot.
We climb above ourselves to look deeper down into, and there the messages begin to reach us, like a mailbox opened up for delivery.
The wailing begins, the longing persists, the future folds, and the Square Knot tightens, until our life changes, and the ties of the world no longer fit our necks, and the buttons never button up completely again.
And our clothes loosen, to give us room to breathe, and make ready a more state of Being than not. Like the motion of grass, across the garden walk, and up between the rocks, and clustered around the perennials, we find ourselves living through everything, even some weed-like patterns of navigation.
We unlock the gate, we unportal the Portal, we integrate through the layers of the hidden door. We are not strangers to Mystery, we are not strangers to the unknown outfit that fits no one but us.
There are some intricate threads that beaded up around the neck, so we can hold many things in front of our presence, so we don’t forget, not even for a moment who we truly are, and the lineages we carry knotted around the collars, of what the working world calls Power.
Curtailed by no wrap of the Rede, we learn to wear it like pieces of clothing that frees our limbs, instead of binds.
We are no longer ready or waiting for the slap, or the uncomfortable turn to avoid our eye, but rather our own eye, centered in what we see, and imagine, and create.
This day may seem to be saying in some ways, but never in as many as used to be. As the spark begins to rise in our world, we catch it, because we have learned what to do with spark, how to create with spark and not destroy.
How to take a sparky idea and thread its Fire into the moment of need, and know nothing is for nothing. When we become paired, into a richer place than ever before, we mark this pairing with eyes wide open, heart unfolding, and our sacred witness revealing the depth of relationship.
We are home to what living is about, and the country it comes from. We are no longer poking around to see if things still feel witness, register, remember, and occupy.
We are no longer seeking occupation, but incorporation, assimilation, and gratitude. The purpose of the narrow is not to escape the wide, but instead to feel it more.
We are not cause ridden, we are labor intensive, so that the experience is fully felt. We know the name and we never forget the labor it took to learn it well.
Marked by our own doing, we set the Table, so that what wants to gather, has a place to gather. Our breath within our lungs, our thoughts within our Consciousness, our wants and needs within our hopes and dreams.
We are marked by our own doing, and the Before that has come and gone returns to set the Table and polish the silverware.
Never have we had to look so deeply, to hear so closely, to breathe so deeply as now. This is the time of the Time, we are present in our awareness to say this Story into words, to equate the formula into meaning.
Released are the words that mark the spot, the dot is centered in the present moment, where memory of future is past the long ago, and we are able to gather the nature of our living, into a heart-felt longing of acceptance.
What was memory is future come to present itself whole and complete, bringing all its 9’s together. Feeling safe, as if everything is taken care of, applied, and remembered.
Yes, this is a good one pick it up put it in your pocket and make ready for a different ready to be in a day.
Closure:
All the riddles sewed into the boarder, so the quilting can begin.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
