The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Fairytale Is A Portal To Ascend Memory Twice Told Introduction:
Enrolled in the childhood world of Space, we begin.
2025 February 23rd Issue
Fairytale Is A Portal To Ascend Memory Twice Told
Once when you were young, and then the telling throughout the entirety of your travel from number to number, letter to letter, age to age, birthday to birthday, eon to eon.
We heard the letters of our name as sound and shape and color, we heard the voice of warmth, we heard the wrapping of Cloth around our existence, we remember the swaddling it took to keep us safe.
And now, now we register the fold, the bend, the crease, and the corrugation that it takes to move through space, as it bends the gravity of our travel. This is such a Story, one that involves all of who you are.
Once was told, so that the Twice of all things would register x2. Two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs, two hands, two feet, two so the third of us can show up when called.
3rd dimension, Trinary Code, balance; Body, Mind, Spirit, all lend to the Story of Fey, the telling of Fairytale and its equational shifts within Number Code advancing Realization along the path traveled.
What is magical in life is Twice Told, once, to connect deeply, and twice to ascend the spiral into a broader consciousness, one that supports and grounds you equally.
Brought to your attention, thought Papers its way throughout your own personal network, connected to the larger body of the Mycelial Network and the Omniversal, so that what was thought outlandish, is.
Beyond the confines of limitation are the vast open Portals of creative expression, and that is where the mapping has afforded us the ease with which we are capable.
Papered Awareness opens the folded matter into a threaded path that foots the motion into a sustainable future, one unencumbered by limitational drift. The edge of something is the rim of existial exploration.
Story is the telling motion of movement released of hold, and the opening of forward upward spiral, as the vortexial climb is reached into and the relief is gained. Proper are the tasks of Told, and the pleasure is in the sought, found.
The Fey of 6th dimensional Awareness, are the guardians of thought Twice Told, capacitors that current the energy in to field Awareness, so that what was thought can be told from mind to body to spirit, omnidirectionally.
Keeping safe your true intent, the attention placed on the in and out-coming, is the release necessary for the light of producing. Creative expression, in all its many ways of being, unleashes the power to create Nu from Once.
Twice are the many ways of Fey, and the fairytale of Told approaches in a way of perpendicular, so that the peripheral sight is maintained, as Safety Made Real. The fold is creased and the bend is secured.
Corrugated are the words, images, and the Papered Awareness follows the Red Thread beyond every radial point of Origin, so that the Nu can enter when Portal Awareness is granted option.
To give option to possibility, is to agree to the beyond of limitation, and the ease of receivement. This gathers together the bridge of collapsing factors and places all the components into a cauldron of Hope.
Bridging the mix into a mattered consignment of goods, the elementals collect the remainders, and fold into the rare earth elements of consciousness, in order to assure the outcome turns out.
The turning out brings into view the ability to see in all directions, a skill that seers of all ages learn to harness, and the reigns fall easily to the sides, so that the forward can gain momentum.
We are in a ride that shares its seat, and in doing so, places you in the forward seat of Compassion, so that what was thought once can gain assurance, and capacity to lead first to Twice.
The combination of hearing sound with processing the improbable, the impossible, and the unlikely, allows for the release of preconceived, and makes way for the entry of Sight Made Real.
The Myth of Once, becomes the reality of Placed Vision, into the matrix of vortexial consciousness, one that thrives on the numbered awareness of mathematical probabilities moving consciousness beyond Once.
Twice is the Told of heard said, and sound created out of the vacuum of space held void. Penetration of the Void of Space, allows for the release of Quantum, breaking the barrier of conjecture.
We are held into place by the very thoughts of containment, so that the container expands with us. We place ourselves at risk of loss, only to, each time, find the folding necessary to tell the way out.
Out of time, out of reason, out of space, out of everything, we then gather the Fey of Abundance and re-tell the Story of Infinitude made Minute. Small is so vast, that the ease cannot resist visiting.
Get ready for company, the Table says, and the chairs concur. We can feel it in our bones, say the bone-china cups, and the stemware open their mouths, to receive the goodness coming their way.
Alice is busy today, she senses the expansion, adding more leaves to the Table, so that the accommodation of many can be realized. The letters add up their numbers and the cups nestle deep into their saucers, making ready the Ready.
The Cheshire Cat always shows up when the showing gets good, his grin, like a headlight in the dark, allows the picture to unfold itself practically, with the bends and creases smoothed out by the time everyone arrives.
All ears is the Rabbit, pocketing his Watch, and listening for any new footfall. Once is told, so that Twice can be Present, as a gift that opens to Box of Delights, making sure the Table Cloth of Existial Presence is laid lightly into Place.
Timing is everything as far as time/space is concerned, whereas spacial awareness expands to the capacity available in the telling of Story. Vortexial thrust is the mobility of sound through layered existence, so that Compassion is heard and felt at the same time.
Our childhood memories are filled with story, encounter, visionary features, and remarkable alliances with other worlds, where we can resolve our daily needs, and Portal ourselves into Realms where we occupy space in many different ways.
We recall and locate many different visionary aspects of who we are. We rotates through our patterns of relationship, to angle and fold, corrugate and bend, so that what was forbidden becomes available.
This is our time of the contraries being contrary to what seems limited, being contrary to what is allowed. And much of this contrary is moving within us, and we must remember this visionary part of our selves.
We are called into many modes, where we walk on the ceiling, we go through the floors, we slide through the narrow and engage the large. We open up spaces that are too tiny for others, but we acquire the ability to accommodate ourselves within the very large and the very small.
We can locate ourselves from one space to another with no effort, we can push forward many layers that are thought incapable to enter. We can make the microscopic visionary world available.
We can potentize from one very small space, so small that we seem invisible, and then we can become as large as the Universe. These are our spectator skills, and when we remember this fully, we are outside of any box, but the most privileged of any secret we need.
Tripling any space that we regard as sentient, we can create worlds in our mind, that help us go through doors in our dreams.
We are connected with the above and the below, and all our spaces of Need. We channel forward the regards we have for life and potential.
As we reach beyond any encounter we have had before, we no longer hinder the sparrow in the flue, and allow the wind to freely blow through the kundalini marks of our childhood realizations.
We incarnate through the flue, and we embody through the flue, and it is the flue that channels our distances and impersonates our fairytales. Traveling through the flue we incarnate the windows as passages.
We call into our longings the young of foreverness, and know we are more than a stop-over to visit. Calling the Sacred forward, our memory never fades so that all is included is not forgotten for its vibrational inheritance.
Entering the force of need, we incarnate the need volumed out as precious, we make the mark, we weigh the mark, we are the Salt of the Mark revealed.
Constantly constancy, is what holds us in Time, and constancy moving the maze into clarity, we embody the spot of the moment we are, were, have been, will be, and is. 24
Time not marking the speed, the race, the purpose, the position, the alchemy, or the alliance. Costing no favors, forward or backward, inside or outside, above or below, we become the Point, the Dot, the Periwinkle reference of the moment in time and outside of Time.
There is collisional speed in this that assures us to meet the Center Point, and feel the thud of our resilience, and resonance of Matter Ability.
The consequentiality is moved and measured and allowed a reference, but not a speed. Speed is only consequential when it is not measured, it is not reclaimed from the source and reason.
The parked space within us has a meter, and we pay into the account of Matter, and play the resonance forward. You are the mark that makes me point out the difference.
You are the difference that makes the mark a still point, and the recognizer can then move forward, and the pulse string is played to the tune of sovereignty.
Making the rotations slip their differences the world becomes more whole, visionary, adjusting, self-reliant and combed through.
The fold then becomes windswept with the brilliance of Air, and Air slides down the channel of allowance. The period piece of timing marks the still point and we reside there, together, not apart, or separated.
The moveable illusion rewrites the curve, and the forbidden allows the key to turn. Click click click, you hear the radial endeavor and a new option comes forward, like a ticket to your dream.
Spacial code illuminates the dark, and finds a seat that holds Light. The miners keep the coal ready, and the fires stoked, so that we have a world that the future can live in.
Tick tock, is not the clock, but the timer giving out time for any ready notable that dwells within us. You are the Need, you are the Seed, we are what now germinates the Rede.
The Rede of a doable nature, that plants itself in a visionary fold, that enables the world to finds its own precision, and emulates its own sovereignty.
What was Once becomes Twice, in the telling, because in the Heard, the Once lives, and in the Twice the life is shared.
To hold it only to yourself, is to starve yourself the pleasure of sound made Real. Divine inspiration requires breath to breathe life into what is created. Feed yourself by feeding others, as well.
Created out of All, the breath of Life lives each moment within the allowed existence of Air, Allowed Infinity of Reality, and when we are thought, we are storied into the fabric of our own Cloth of Witness.
We participate and observe at the exact same moment of delivery, the birth of our breath is created by our desire to Bee, and our Hivial existence is maintained by the Mother.
Our language hums with the excitement of bee-coming, each day a journey out and then in, so that what is gathered, is sweetened by our flight.
The Flowers motion us out each time, their vibrationary essence, calling the Fey within our breath, invisible, to connect us to the world we live inside of.
As we come to terms with our own turning, the over is overcome by the resilience of our own making. Making up, allows you to rise beyond the density of not, and opens the Portal to Available.
Become Available to your own future, and allow the Fey to open the Portal for you. You are at the Table of Future, the Spoon becomes Long, as you serve up the More of Most.
Now is the time to accept your place at the Table, your Place is set, and your heart is open. Compassion leads the way, and Love accompanies Well-being. The Well of your wishes coming true.
