The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
I Am More Able To Carry My Frame Upright
Introduction:
To make the Soul fulfill an entrance is the occupation of this book.
2025 September 14th Issue
I Am More Able To Carry My Frame Upright
As brush goes to canvas, or pen to paper, or thought to light digit, or consciousness to conversation, we are able to carry ourselves, our frame upright. We release ourselves from the first necessary crawl.
We motorize our movement, we loosen our Tongue, we are able to find the words that are filled with Compassion, Love, and Well-Being. These are now to be our first words, and we will be so proud of ourselves.
Picking yourself up off the surface, and moving into the depth, by listening, you find a much richer conversation and an easy way to move forward with each step.
Time grants you the ability to gather yourself into a wholeness that is Sovereign, and being able to add up the numbers of any given moment, is a gift you are capable of possessing.
Letter by letter you bring yourself to the words that create Well-Being, words that Story-tell, words that are able to swaddle each other when needed, words that comply with Compassion.
Reaching past the past, reaching into the future, reach for the Present Moment, we are able to carry the needed forward to a place of Hope, Renewal, Regeneration, and Rejuvenation.
The Forward Tongue of the Mother calls Autumn into color, and we follow with the arrangements needed, to display our Love, Affection, and Warmth. This is a Time of Space expanding its reach into the Nu.
Once covered in frost, the thaw comes, once covered in snow, the snow melts, once covered in flowers, the flowers melt back into Gaia, once Green, the Trees color themselves, and show the way of change.
The Papered Awareness is yours to pick upright, along with the generous nature of yourself. Not always feeling generous, then unpack yourself more until you find it.
Unpack the nature of you, the natural you, follow the example of nature that gives with Grace, Ease, and Compassion. Be a Tree, Be the frost thawing, Be the snow melting, Be the Trees showing their colors.
Tomorrow depends upon it, more more waiting, this is very much needed now, we need to be Nu. We need to be able to carry ourselves upright.
The Red Thread is always directly in front of you, pick it up with your own vision, imagine the essence of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being in every breath. Remember to breathe deeply as often as you can.
So much Beauty, everywhere, being created every moment, and in order to see it, look for it. What are you looking for each day? What are you looking for right now, what levitates your consciousness?
What are you willing to carry within your frame, that body of yours that is willing to be with you day and night, night and day, listening to you as you listen. What do you listen to all the time?
Does it give you relief, does it give you insight, does it give you the desire to create something for others, as well as yourself, that moves you to doing?
What is it to do? What is it to create? What is it to carry yourself forward with the support of the Mother? The Red Thread is always directly in front of you, but you must want to feel it to see its resonance.
The notes you play in your head are the notes that are yours and not yours, shift the chaff from the wheat, feel what has Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, and move only from there.
You have the map, the navigation has been traveled for years and years and years. One of the greatest tools of support we have to share are the Mycelial Healing Light Imprintsial Patterns.
We carry the Situla, the support for our water bodies, and the Codex that it contains, the words of Energy Motion, because we asked for a creative expression that nurtures in every moment.
Listen to the music that lifts you, whenever you feel suppressed, feel unwell, feel out-of-sorts, and realize when you point yourself in the direction of creativity, you will be able to reach into the basket of marking.
Make your mark for yourself, mark your mark, make your making mark you with passion. Put into your own hand the Magic people need. Bee the Honey people need, because the sweetness you become makes you sweet to yourself.
Harmonize yourself by harmonizing with others, when you do that then you are able to realize what you are able to generate, Bee, and do. Hum to yourself as much as possible, bee around people that hum to themselves, that hum often.
Look to your cabinets, look to your shelves, look to your closets, look in your studios, find what you hum to and go to that flower of an idea. Bee in a mess, a garden mess of ideas and reclaim the Impulse.
Crawl out of your cave, crawl out of your room, crawl out of your house, crawl out of any place you need to stand, and understand the meaning of Creativity. There is too little creativity in the world, and it is really showing.
Mark making is essential to the Well-Being because it is filled with possibility and what wasn’t, Becomes. That is the Magic of the Etherous Realm, and the storage room of every idea ever deciding to Be.
Watch yourself when you decide to create something; a written idea, a painting, a poem, a dance, a song, watch yourself come even more alive, because you picked up the frame that is you and carried to a Nu place.
Grab the herbs, make a tincture, grab the brush create a painting, grab the pen and create letters that Story-tell, tell yourself just how much you want change that feels good, gives you a greater sense of Compassion, a greater feeling of Love, a bigger empowerment of Well-Being.
We are more able to carry our frame upright when we are most ourselves being ourselves. Breathe, look around at your toys of creativity, incorporate them into this day. Through the breath you take, enters the Magic you are.
We are upright because our eyes look at more than the surface of things, we listen beneath, at the root of things, to find the connecting mycelial threads that signal to us our own rooted nature.
In order to climb up, you first need to have been crawling the Mother’s Crawl, the one that is intimately aware of each other’s light, the Mycelial Fiberous Conversation, that connects us, rather than divides us.
Mark your mark with each breath, breathe deep, try to remember to breathe deeper, charge your system, excite the cilia within your lungs to energize your own electrical life-force system.
Lift your chest up through your breath, inhale deeply, and mark your body with embodiment, the signal that you converse with the Omniverse as it embodies you.
We all are so small, which is why the omniverse yields to our needs, the large only exists because of the smallest of things possible.
I am more able to pose a thought that balances and stabilizes me, so that I can manage to incorporate more upright thought, than not.
I equalize all the systems within me so that I can manage the balance I need to go forward, to live consciously, openly, and meticulously true to myself.
True to myself for me is being Soul-connected, Souloriented, Soul-focused, and Soul-operable. To become Soul-operable I have to let go of the vision that others have of me, that consoles and secures their vision of connection.
To live connected to the Self first is to seem late, uninformed, uncooperative, unyielding, and unqualified. To create qualification from the inner connections to let go of outer qualification.
To open up the book of what Self is seeking in discovery, to hear from the 23rd ear, while approaching the 24th. To not qualify for what qualifies, to open what says do not open, to pyramid what says to flatten, to scroll when what scrolls can no longer manage.
When the Self puts up a new screen, it counts through and threads in a whole new way, the thread in the needle devour each other, so one is no longer threaded, but thread instead.
We elongate the smooth, the color, the flow, the reach, the yearning, the spilling the pouring, the maneuver, the weaving, the threading, the conferring, and the most volumed is receiving color, through the irony of the eye.
Once purpose corrects itself, three times three, it begins to wonder what first met the Word to Thread, the Idea to Stitch, the Desire to Sewn, and the consequences of Love ungaged.
To engage the foot of a Word, is to set the machine of sewing into motion, the seeding of dirt into emancipation, the generating enfoldment of Love, and what Love gives becomes the Threads of your awakening, the Cloth of Simplicity, the Weave of Intention, the Engagement of the needle, as part of the intentional fiber of Listening.
You are now making a Sacred Cloth of Wisdom, a Spirit filled Breath of Fiber, a winning space of Creed, Cradle, Credo, and emancipation of Will, crossing over the Sea of Mystery.
We are more equipped for the sail, than we have ever been for anything else, any lifetime. We kneel down into the Presence of Ourselves, and master the skill of honoring an understandable Will engaged.
What is now fed is starved, and starvation has hit a peak that the Will emancipates, the Food that elongates the Song of Humming.
Humming; felt into our world, heard into our lungs, desired into our eating, and given permission to be the presence of ourselves in Sound.
We make the motion of ocean, and the ocean of motion makes us roll in, like the wave of each occasion raising our fibers of gratefulness, and the occasional lift of memory of Home, before it fell into living.
Living the course, living the solitude, living the veil, living the Portal Through, living the embodiment of flesh, living the endearing Grace of Love.
Motionary meaning elongates through our life, and we become the Soul, we are in flesh, and the Heart we express in Spirit.
The Spirit of Heart beats each day we live, and each day we don’t live, and each day we might live, and each day we find living, as the interest of our Soul.
Humming our breath into each moment, we lift our frame up off the compression of living, in a density that requires too much and gives too little.
In order to levitate beyond the density, we breathe into ourselves and exhale to others, so that they have a chance to exchange breath with the planet we all live upon.
We are at the Portal of giving, sharing the gifts of insight, one to the other, so that what was thought too odd, becomes understandable to all who seek breath, in whatever they choose to Be and do.
