The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
All Watching As Each Stroke Lies Down Another Line Of Freedom
Introduction:
Make space, for sitting in your own strangeness.
2025 August 3rd Issue
All Watching As Each Stroke Lies Down Another Line Of Freedom
The patience to wait is immense, and the immense is so small, that to find it, you have to go looking, and to look is to let go of one spot, in order to move about and find another.
Either or, the one or that one, best or worst, hot or cold, inside or outside, all points on the compass of living that commands attention and focus, so that the motion of your movement comes from what you can see ahead.
The moment you look to the future, you adjust your present and your past lets go. There are only so many ways to attract your attention, and breathing is the easiest one.
Tight and contracted work for a bit, but are so exhausting, that to shift into a mode of ease and relaxation marks its way towards an open hand and an open heart, benefiting everything.
The hand waits for the original impulse, the original score, and the original rhythm and beat. We mark ourselves within circumference of Round and we center within it.
Bringing ourselves into the center of our own breath is to reach forward into the gift of receiving the Constant.
Noticing the rhythm of your thinking within the confines of your breath, is to be aware of the ribcage of your protection.
Vital in its bony makeup, the structure of its xylophonic shape adds such a resonance of sound to your breath. The organs within you strike up their notes of play, so that as you yourself begin to Play again, the notes and rhythms come back to you with ease.
You orchestrate the symphony of who you are becoming, with each breath, so what catches your breath as a problem, and what catches your breath as awe? Which one shows up the most?
What signals your attention the most that you want to be with? Where are the tools of your trade, those things you gave up in trade, so that you could have those things that would help you the most?
And why are you using them, or not using them? Tired of them, finished with them, loaned them out, broke them, or are you resting and being patient while the Muse whistles you another tune?
To properly exist in a body is to recognize where you are, what you’re doing, and whether or not you want to be where you are and what you are doing.
Deep listening is how you get there, how you stay there, how you remain there. Endurance is an attribute only if the Play you are playing is the one you want to be in.
Alice stops by and says, “when I fell down that Rabbit Hole, I had no idea where I was, where I was going, and how I ended up where I got to. But there I was nevertheless.”
“No use blaming anyone, not even myself, especially not myself, because if its one thing I’ve learned while being on this journey, its not how you got here that matters, its that you are here afterall.”
After all is said and done, you are here, and the reasons, though important, are not the only marks that etch themselves into your DNA.
Keeping an open heart is about as close as you can get to an abiding future, in the Well-Being of Compassionate Love, where your heart has fully learned to go take a breath before wrapping itself deeper in the Muse of Listening.
The color you breathe is the color you imagine, and to imagine is to bring to Life the registry of where it is you most desire to Be.
The sweetness of the Hivial Consciousness, is that gathering of a Honeyed Thought that engages in the natural connection to things.
Thing One and Thing Two show up sitting next to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and they are deep in conversation about the rules of Wonderland.
Waiting for the signal is not all ways as simple, its not always done with certainty patience or belief. Waiting for the signal is often an unsure space of non-recognition, a place where doubt arrives and tries to become the director for the new season.
Its not always a gentle to and fro, a bit rocky treating you to fall out of the boat, to the waiting you are sitting in. Often we are hounded by the obstacles, and the course rewrites itself many times, before the answer arrives.
Sitting in the boat waiting for the signal seems sometimes a Life. Here we come to be essential to what carving out our way means. We hold to the surface of the plank we sit on, and we try to make opinion the rod we hold on to.
We open up the safety box, that all our treasures are folded into. We unaccordion the folds that we hold onto as real, but in the time we sit and wait, we find out, through maturity, none of them are as they seem.
Courting the space, that would like to sit in our space, we doubt our own worth, and the real meaning of our Authentic Self, and this Authenticness can truly hold our seat, if we get up and move around more, in the search for something more grand and acceptable.
Are we an Authentic Being, or just collard greens, which are good in the Garden, but not necessarily capable of taking our place.
People coming and going in our lives advise us on our sitting power, and we watch to see if their nose grows, because it is so easy to get carried away with one’s own belief system, which doesn’t always fill in the cracks.
We are in a time where we must decide who we are, and how our Garden deeply grows, what feeds us, that does not necessarily feed others, and is that worthy at times, to feed ourselves alone?
We became nose to nose with many other Pinocchios, and we start wondering if we might sprout a Tree; a Tree of understanding, a Tree of Life, a Tree of wisdom, or a Tree that is rotting at its roots, because it has not been fed its own sovereignty enough.
All is worth sitting on the dictionary of belief, but what we really need to know is, that a system of our own sovereign belief, or side, comes by it, or being trained by the nasties.
You are nasty, this is nasty, they are nasty, we are nasty, and what truly makes nasty nasty.
We conjugate new words, to try to name the nasty things. Sometimes they are feelings, sometimes they are loses, sometimes they are people, but most of all they feel bad to us.
At some point we get over it; the naming, the calling, the looking down, the looking up, the looking sideways, and we put it all behind us.
Taking all four quarters, of what makes the cube, we begin to process differently. We realize there are missing pieces, and we wait for ones that fit just right. They don’t have names, they don’t have descriptions.
Gathering all the courses we take, the books we read, all the chatty voices, and we carefully place them in a new box, and we call this box, Storage.
And what do we need to decide, where does storage go? Is it a secret hiding place under our bed? It took me a long time to find out there are valuable things in this storage box, that seem nameless, un-relenting, overcoming , and small making.
What’s valuable about that, is what I did about it. I started to dress up the nasties, and give them more courtesy, because they are parts of me that are very brave, very small, very unkept, and very hidden away.
I did not think I’d need them this lifetime, they’ve been stored away for eons. I did not realize, from time to time, that they came out of storage, and started to rummage around in my underclothes.
Parts of me that felt too naked to be out alone, parts of others that felt to be too naked to be my friends. Yes, we all have these little storage boxes, that come out from under the bed.
Would you reach down and forget why you are scared? Things are changing, and we might all possibly need to put our hand down under the bed and see what takes hold.
We might need it in the times to come, like we have in other times similar. What the hand holds, when its afraid, what the hand holds, when it does not see the way, what the hand holds, when it does not know what is in the closet, what the hand holds that it can’t imagine.
What the hand holds that may change everything.
The hand holds the Fifth knot, the one that changes the dimensional quota from 5 to 6, and the Realm of Fey begins to reawaken in the world around you.
A Place; where magic does happen, miracles do lift us up, we know more than we thought, and we are less afraid than we were in the beginning. It is part of the time of the Valkyrie remembering happiness in the Soul of Dreaming, and Potentiality in the Seed of every Tree.
Acorn, Willow, Oak, Maple, Blackthorn, Alder, Pine, Birch, Beech, Cedar, Sycamore, Elder, Hawthorne, and more. So much more, than maybe we’ve ever seen. Worlds are being seeded with millions of tress, that remember the Golden days of Mankind, and carry the hope for it to grow, even if it has to start from under the bed.
So once, when I was a small girl, I hid mad under my bed and refused to come out, until my bridal doll was put up on the block, and I came out with Fire.
And I flamed my Soul Right of being Wedded in my future, with my true love, and from that day I knew I would find him in this lifetime, and Wedded we are, under the Tree of Rowan. I stomped my feet in an Irish Jig of power, and to this day its sound reigns in me.
The Trees grow upside down beneath your feet, and as you step your step, and plant yourself firmly forward, the hand moves of its own volition, marking the day through words, relayed within the Mycelial Network.
We are Fibered in our listening, and woven in our accord, so that means, meaning is gathered on its string of power, that beads us forward, through the chaos of opening and the challenge of Nu.
We are phased by the changes, and deeply affected by the shift, because we are ready for the Nu open door of Present. The Light is different, the Colors more defined by radiance.
Alice makes her way through the crowd of colors, “Now this is a busy day, when you see the abundance that you have unfolding, you are not going to bother with doubt.”
“Doubt is the center of attention, when fear gets in the way, and the easiest way to move forward is one step at a time.”
Thing One and Thing Two knew that everything adds up, and Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum agreed. It just take One, or Two to agree, and the rest is easy peasy.
Cheshire appeared, to agree, and the Dormouse decided to rest, and let the Party take care of itself for a change. And change it did, just as you have, these last several days.
