The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
I Spool Myself Up
Introduction:
Feeling no longer to keep up, I open my hand.
2025 November 23th Issue
I Spool Myself Up
What grabs you, your attention, you have already grabbed, and gathered to yourself all the connections needed to realize the outcome of what caused you to ‘interest’ in the first place.
First Place being the exact spot of the intricacies of a new endeavor and the adventure of what it is that moves us forward each day, the breath of Next in the forefront of each bundle of nerves.
Feeling the reach extend itself through your very fibers, you weave your words, within yourself, so that the motion of renewal comes to a full and generous maneuver.
Counting the sticks, the marks of nature, you are then able to ascertain the landscape and the general configuration of how something showed itself to you in a way of meaning.
Trying to figure out the way and the how, can often slow down your progress, but the deep listening and the showing up to gather up, not only yourself, but your entire Being is the reliance needed in the unfolding.
Looking up yourself and the meaning you are, allows you the gift of becoming more and the more allows you to read more easily the letters and numbers of your own equation, and the fibers of meeting.
Meeting yourself inside the endeavor of any one moment allows you to bundle into a pocketed existence the very nature of yourself, the one you count on all the time.
The Yarrow helps to define the richness and stops the drift, so that when the time comes you come with it.
The White that colors your words then releases the volume of content, and the gift of witnessing the events is registered as exact.
Timing is exact and collaboration is keen in its endeavor, so that the registry marks itself as filled with meaning, and the arrangement balances the energies at play.
Play, the most political act one can do, allows you to circumvent the limitational structure, and render the action of becoming as a way forward inside a blocked pathway.
Creating a new signature path, maps a way into the Realm of Fey, and this creates and opens ‘witnessed’ at the periphery of the Heart, keeping safe the forward travel.
The series of Fish Files Codices, that lettered arrangement, shows the nature of how appropriate it is to listen, even when there is no sound, because the reach cracks and pops, creaks and rubs, until finally the Alembic Egg is open.
The value of contained and then released is the distance of the travel necessary inside a system of limitation. As we breathe and let go of the breath, we expand our way of Being, so that the Hivial can thrive within its strength of Bee-ing.
The spooling up is the gathering of yourself, through the marks you’ve made in your travels, and the way forward is the excitement of how the Wooden Spool is part of your purchase of ground.
Purchase your foot and own the property of your wound sound threaded through the Red of mobility. The factors of trinary are evident, and the support is complete in the counting of, and counting on.
Safety Made Real is set, and the Ease comes more forward to be witnessed as a gift, rather than a burden. We move as we are able and the spring forward is beyond the clock of knowledge.
The Rabbit, looking at his own Watch says,” Count on the oddities to always help you forward, and the seconds will take care of you in every moment.”
“You have that right”, said the Dormouse, “I’ve been running and counting on the bundle of minutes this whole time. I even use the minutes to figure when to take the teabag out.”
With that she takes out a bundle of teabags, selects several, and lands each one in its own porcelain pot, pours hot water over every opening, and replaces the lid.
Oracle yourself with the bundles you pick up every day, and you will be the richer for it. Stay steady to the course, and count your blessings, the breath in your very own body.
Bend into the availability of a nurtured resonance and keep to small in a big way. There are many reasons to continue, and the witness of the pouring out is the Magic you have called on, to help you grow.
Be the part of gathering, bend into the resolve, and keep the frequency rhythmic, so that what needs to move can do so in a way of Fey. The Realm remains both visible and invisible at the same time.
Our Papered Awareness lets us in on the bending, the folding, the creasing, and the corrugating that can only take place, if you are allowing yourself the Red Thread Needle its penetration of motion, and its gift of White.
Explain to yourself all the explaining to do, is to be caught in the loop of Not, and that loop undoes the movement gained by the doing.
“Be aligned with the doing, not the explaining,’ said Alice, as she put down her Book of Numbers and Letters, “ make sure you account for yourself, be among the Fey of Valkyrie, be brave to the unlimitation.”
“I know, I’ve been doing this mathematical equation for a very very long time, and I have seen more than you could possibly imagine.”
The Cheshire Cat pops in, as he is wont to do, and says “Take it from me, there are reasons for the seasons, just as there are reasons for the oddities and the unusuals, that make our ‘lives bundles’, into moments of impossibles.”
Bend into your impossibles, your oddities, your unexplainables, and relish in the fact that you are an amazing concourse of available moments that you choose to become a part of.
Bundle yourself up into a tree branch of rooted awarenesses, multiple awarenesses that continue to branch out into numbered fibers of witnessing the goings -on that are ones that are able to move the resistances, the blockages, the difficulties out of reference.
Noting the breath and accepting the need, your want then registers the necessity of desire and its ability to transcend the limitational logic that tries to curtail the intuitional flow.
Bee ready to accept yourself and all its nuances, the ones most tucked away, and watch your movement open up and the regulation dissolve.
Count your woven fibers as the marks that salt your way forward, and thrust your allowance into the light of your own breath of intake.
You become the Hivial master of your own flight and see the reason for the connection, the sight, the vision, the witnessing of the flower of bloom.
Garden yourself forward, and count on the daily breath of bending, the gathering of ancient resources, and the desire to be available to the frequency of Bee coming.
Moving through one nostril into the other, we breathe our consciousness from left brain to right brain, from above to below, from past, present, to future recounting, reassembling, re-nerving, rebuilding.
What is Square must become soft in the corners, then Round begins, a rounded turn at every corner, so that the conspicuous curve can bend and assist, as we mark the dilemma of 2026 into Ease.
We move under the rolling, we move over the conial spill and we learn to relax the earlobe of the Vegas descent. We thread the passage with slick lines of ribbonous color, and we hold narrow the passage as should be.
Narrowing the way, combing the head and emerging as Round. Round Sound, round Sight, Round body, round evolution becoming the Wheel of Fortune in body as 2026.
We open the door of our neighborhood of thoughts, and we anchor higher our threads to the ceiling, so that colors can navigate beyond resistance.
Calling forward more hollow sound that embodies room, room for all our wild threads emboding ideas of elongating beyond the distance, and spilling out into a more open future, with identifying nurturers.
No falling on rocks, no hiding under bridges, no squeezing in, to become small once again. No loitering in the passages, just moving straight through.
Speeding up the movement through Red, marching to the beat of Soul, acquiring the firing passion straight on through.
Economizing through full registry, and knowing the straight and forward of where you are. Tipping, tipping, tipping, what the tipping point navigates the future in a most revolutionizing way.
Craters of great distance fill in and you speak from where you have never spoken before. There is no where you can’t go that you won’t be heard, there is only the Soul of your burning passion that flings the Red Thread into the distance so that it anchors your future.
Do not not hear the Call, do not not feel the Wind heighten, do not not spit on the ground of your success and anchor your DNA into the crust of the core.
The comet has come, and it’s left eons ago, then your time is just come, not yet anchored into our world. We are seeing the before last, and the last before, and we cannot yet quite realize the full meaning of this space and time.
Click, click, click, clack clack clack crack crack crack its all coming and leaving and arriving and exiting, moving and stopped, all in a second of time erasing itself before you even realize it stepped foot into your time and it will step foot into mine.
The footed path is where the dream foot landed and the last location is from other worlds. Rack rack rack put up the rack to carry the embodiment of tomorrow.
Restore yourself so that you can fit in to this future that is coming, restore yourself so you can navigate the future that is coming, restore yourself so that you can smooth out the rough bridges, edges of the below as you fall through down into the Tea Party.
Tea, mark the brand that you like, and sip it, sip it through the copper straw of a new environment, that you have built prayers for, called out to, and grounded your heal to receive.
Merry be the way, merry be the Robin Hood, that is making the castle make room for the peasant of you. Your resting should be as valuable as your doing, and your doing more grateful, for what you feel and see.
It’s a turn around course, what was up is now down and what used to be down is now up kind of like a merry go round of Intention, that keeps the fair of Intention moving more around in our lives.
Alice says,” Now that we have that all realized, we can have our scones and biscuits, which will settle our stomachs and strengthen our resolve.”
The Rabbit looks at his Watch, as he always does, and says, “Times up.” The Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dums say, “And it’s sometimes down, which isn’t a bad idea when you really think about it.”
And there you have, a definitive answer to everything imaginable, and sometimes beyond imagination, even in your wildest dreams.
