The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
You are a whole seed, not a cracked particle.
2025 June 8th Issue
It Takes A Lot Of Help To Keep Your Creativity Flowing
Space inside time and time inside of space are required, in order for the flow of creative impulses to be received easily.
Always possible, but with an awareness of the atmosphere and environment in a relaxed mode of openness, the flow is nurturing.
Providing this kind of creative oasis is tantamount to a habitual planet found into a galaxy unknown. We are explorers that have mapped and navigated these past 36 years together, to open and levitate the gravity of light.
When we paint, write, and/or use mixed media to convey the expansiveness of expression, we are using our own Light to bridge, stretch, and reach into density, so that new space is enriched with Creative Consciousness.
Divine Consciousness is intrinsic to all of us, how we access and use it to share with others is a gift of Desire. What you want wants you, what you need needs you. It takes a lot to keep your creativity flowing.
Reaching forward is an act of creativity, moving beyond constrictions, and contractions, is an act of Will. Will you become someone willing to share what has helped you, aided you, supported you?
Unique, individual, sovereign, are the marks made within, that assist in moving to a broader spectrum, so that your time spent is spent in feeding your Soul enough, that you not longer feel starved for Air.
Air is an element that allows the breath to expand, and the intake to be enabled its force of assimilation. Food is always given, when you are looking to feed and be fed. Consciousness is the food of Equational Manifestation.
What begins as a child’s drawing, becomes a lifetime of artistic expression, and the ability to hear what the colors evoke, the shapes express, and the lines travel.
We are made to receive, we are made to give, we are made to express, and the flow has been contained. Art bends, folds, creases, and corrugates the amount of time given to space, and space, its expression of receiving the gravity of Light.
Marking time through expression, the need for kindred is essential, and the Existial Mode of Pulse is woven within the Red Thread.
Time is making the most of All, and Space is giving room for the nurturing nature of Voice to be heard, allowing the Table to be set for those creatives that support and are supported.
As the curve takes the lead, we are following the circular force of navigation, so that the reach passes through the obstruction and lands Squarely in Time, so that what once was thought impossible becomes seen.
The cause for so much energy to be used is due to the amount required, for the subsequent heading to be recognized. The reach is obscure, but the advancement is noted.
The notes of G and B are indeed able to penetrate the density of opinion leveled through a binary system, as the trinary system gains its mark and lowers it shields. Prepared are the markers for the coming lengthening.
Once able to penetrate the environmental gates, the ease of atmospheric alliance will begin to lend itself to a deepening support of creativity that enables the imaginal realm its potency.
Unfounded are the reasons for limitation, and the opening of Portal alignments, justifies the nuanced positioning that allows the radial scope of region to effect a mounting free edge of expressionary fortitude.
Once becomes twice, and the Papered Awareness of our forward momentum penetrates the field, so that energy is released and renewal can become centered in its action.
The presence of weave denotes the ability of woven to be ready and able to protect the Cloth of Witness in a Nu reach of expression. Counting are the numbers, as they align the alphabetic order, so that the building consciousness moves to the right foot of knowing.
Feeling the balance the rotational speed, and we are settled into Place. The Home of Self is aligned and the beginning is landed with ease.
The launch is set for the moment of exact angle, and the angelic resonance takes shape, so that the spoken is seen with ease and gratitude.
Much help is asked for and many hands are carrying out the flow of created ideas, so that the common is understood and the exceptional is received as gratitude.
Many see Life as creative, and many respond to its expression, and now the most that are needed are open to speaking the differences, so that what was limited can become expanded in scope and measure.
The labels are too tight in their boxes, and the contents spill open their information, so that the gestures of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being are able to be shared across the color field of indigo.
Colorful to a fault, the lines that crack open the edges, then relay the potency that yields only to the sovereignty of limitlessness. Planetary, galactic, universal, and omniversal, all the lanes of open are given space.
Needled into Place, the Threaded is Pulsed forward, so that what comes up roses are Red in Nature, and fragrant in memory.
Alice comes over to observe the mathematical alignment, as the chairs are placed just so. Kipling sits down to tea and begins his journey to the Jungle. Totemic measures are embellished, in order for there to be a story-telling, that brings hope to entanglement.
The Table is propped up, to become the canvas of the telling, and as the painted strokes are applied, the plates that have slid to the ground, are caught softly in the grass.
The Rabbit is looking a little white in the whiskers, as the Cheshire Cat makes his rounds, inside the curve of daily living. Marching to a different drum, the March Hare is beside himself, with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
Adding up the two by twos, continues the looping fraction of cause and effect, but relying on the trinary code of 3’s, you get kindred, that goes beyond limitation, and moves into freedom of expression.
The marked spot expresses continuation, and the liberation is felt throughout. This levels the playing field, and the ease begins its climb back up through the Threads of Tapestry, so that the mend is mended.
Torn no longer between right and left, up or down, inside or outside, we can get on past the little of big, and move on into the small of immense.
Timed to perfect, the cost is over run, and the counting is stopped as without cause. Taking in the differences between worth and value, the moment seen is beyond just gravity alone.
Lifting the weight off the effort, lightness becomes beaded, and beaded becomes the Purse of the Sow’s Ear, making sure the heard is not forgotten, and the Spoken is registered with Compassion.
Piggling Bland shows up just in time to over hear the content of beading that intersects with Pearls of Wisdom, and Beatrix Potter knows she didn’t raise any dolts in her Story-telling.
The weave of such Grace is in the telling, and that comes about by listening to and rooting for a Story so farfetched, that even the galaxy is amazed at to what lengths you would go to bring back something worth telling.
How soon will you find the tribe that stands with you on your journey to Sovereignty, how soon will you feel the shoulder to shoulder standing of good stead, how soon will there be an audience that shares what you share?
All in good time is what the Turtle says, all in good time is what the Rabbit says, as he swings his pocket watch on its fob. The writer looks out to the reader, and the reader reads the tea leaves in the bottom of the cup.
When is a good time to share what you secretly want your life to Be? The Melissa knows, as the Keeper of the Bee Hive, the Honey Queen of Nurturance, that when the sweetness of the reader over-rides the contingencies of the crowd, there will Be a Gathering.
How soon is it to the Gathering? How soon will the Stories get out from under wrap? There is the cover wrap of the Book, but then there is the keeping it under wraps so only you know the oddities of certain Stories.
So many people, so many many people, so so many people, and such silence. Like a fine dark chocolate, saving the best for last, can sometimes find the pieces gone missing.
The flowing is in the Telling, and the Telling is in the Listening, and the Listening is in the Creating a world beyond ‘just’.
The Thread has a Pulse, it is Real, and it moves through the Soul with such Grace, that to put down the Needle, the Pen, the Brush, is to abandon what is Divine in all of us.
Mending is what we are here for, sewing up the rips and tears that too much weight causes, until the fabric stretches out of its Original Pattern. We are Patternists, we are Story-tellers, we are entrusting ourselves to Listen and Say.
Alice knows, Beatrix Potter knows, Rudyard Kipling knows, Mark Twain knows, even Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum know, so what’s keeping the Tongue-tied, up with worry or doubt?
Reaching past the clues, the Cheshire Cat smiles through the confusion, the cloud of doubting, and suggests that we get on with it. That is a million dollar smile.
Finding many more artists at this time, that speak of the creative world in the ways we experience. So grateful, so many years alone being signaled through the Ethers, to communicate the Will of the Soul.
We have not had the ability to collaborate so willingly and deeply, we would have become the left-overs of a deeper world, that could not remain, we have had the support of those stronger than most, desiring deeper a comforted way of Being.
At some point we all have to begin to hold our own hand, and put our foot out into some invisible Grace. We counter nothing, just moving forward in the dark with a well needled Thread.
To conquer the day, as well as surrender the night, we allow the verbiage to become not understood, even though the sound itself and its vibratory pattern oozes through everything with a singular mind of trust.
We open each day to the Potential, whether it’s visible or invisible, right side up or upside down. We seldom look smart, we often look foolish, even to those who count on our Life.
They don’t use our same numbers, and we have to let their opinion go. Hard to do at times, because you seem to be let go of and forgotten, in the depths of your Wisdom.
The smart way is not always your way, but the wise way always penetrates the cold, and the Door opens to you, each time, like Sesame.
You are the way of what is farther ahead, than the length can even speak of. You knot and bend, and learn to understand what is below.
You lock down the kivas, as you crawl down the steps that enter you into a Trinary Code, that has been kept hidden away, because it is the Code that moves everything into Safety Made Real.
It stops the breaking, it stops the unthreading, it stops the unmarking, and allows you to sit, whole. You are not here for the marking, you are not here for the making, you are here for the expressing, expressing Beauty, expressing Wisdom, expressing Love, expressing Ecstasy, expressing Compassion, Recognition, and Wholeness.
You are not here to break down the broken down, or particalized into less, you are not a rigid weave, you are a subtle piece of Wisdom, expressing Wisdom and Beauty.
