The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Living Inside The Red Hood We Live On The Winds Of Potential Introduction: Fired up, but nowhere to quite go yet.
2025 March 2nd Issue
Living Inside The Red Hood We Live On The Winds Of Potential
What opens is an expansion of our creative nature, our Papered Awareness filling in with the marks of Story, lettered and numbered, that carries us forward, and the Red Thread reaches through the wholes of numbers.
The Red Hood folds back and we are caught up in the adventure of Little Red Riding Hood, the Wolf is nearby and we are able to use our tools to ascertain his whereabouts.
Alice has sat down at the Table, and gathered around her guests; The Hatter, the Cheshire Cat, the Dormouse, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, The Rabbit, pocket watch and all, the Caterpillar, and you.
This abodes well for this coming week, because when the guest show up, the going gets going. It is a mathematical fact that the more you add, the less you have not, and the have nots are always a remainder that needs tending.
Once around the block is more than just another Fairytale, it is a call to motion, and the Dormouse has just motioned for Tea. There is no stopping a thirsty Dormouse, and needless to say, company bent on Crumpets, scones, and Clotted Cream.
As you can tell, you have landed smack dab inside the middle of an on-going Story, one filled with action, adventure, and the occasional party. Papered Awareness is nothing to sneeze at, and the landing is soft and gentle.
What has any of this to do with galactic events on the horizon, or intrigue beneath the surface you ask,”Well I’ll tell you, says Alice, with a look of intense literary altitude, “we are in the center of the epicenter, and must be ready.”
Each of us, you and me included, put down our cups and lean in to hear more about what this time is unfolding. Alice pulls from her Pocket, which is capable of holding more than Mary Poppin’s bag could have ever thought of holding, a large map poking out of its mailing tube.
For the beginning of the week, this is more than most reckoned for, and less than some wanted, but it is what it is, and that is that. We always find ourselves where we are, and that is a good thing.
The radius has run around the the rim of the clock for far too long, and Time is in need of a rest. Feeling tired lately, feel that’s time for you, always sharing in the feelings of Space and the gravity it holds for the most of more.
There is never a Time that doesn’t include gravity, because, this dimensional shifting we are undergoing, requires the under and the above to join hands in a show of cooperation.
Every night you cooperate with day, and every day you cooperate with night, and the middle is where you meet the characters inside of you, the ones that converse the inside to the outside.
It is only natural to be confused at this point, but to get to Zero, you must subtract all that you’ve added up, and divide by three, not two, as you have been taught. This brings you to an equational shift, one that allows you entry.
The Portal Door opens when you are ready to step forward and allow yourself the drift necessary to go beyond the bicker backer backing bicker, and buttering toast upside under, and leftside down.
In other words, use the other words that are near and dear to your heart, and ditch the words that don’t account for how you came to being different as a hoot owl.
And one more thing, count your blessings, which will keep you from being all caught up in the right and wrong of everything, and put you more in alignment with what is on your own plate, that feeds you best.
Beef tallow, who knew. You can subtract a lot of additives when you know where to look, and looking it up in the standardized dictionary is not going to get you there. Think outside the box.
Papered Awareness is more than sport, it is a hunting exercise in intuition, which requires your skills in folding, bending, creasing, and of course, corrugating. The tools of the Universe.
Planck’s Constant, the Photon, and Gluons all sat down to tea, and the result was the Transcendent Energy of Awareness, all wrapped up inside the leaves of Assam, Darjeeling, Earl Grey, and too many more to list.
“Nature has it all mapped out”, says Alice, as she pulls the Map from its mailing tube, and smooths it out with her hands. “This is where we’ll start”, and she points to a small dot in the center of everything.
When you unfold Space, lay a few rocks at its corners, you have a chance at catching the drift of what’s going on, which has been going on for a very very long time.
Where were we, oh yes, the Red Hood of Riding, such a girl, and fast friends with Alice, they’ve known each other for years and years, and when they get together, you know the Wolf isn’t far behind.
Now, as an aside, and to make sure you’re not getting too concerned, the Wolf and the Rabbit, also have known each other for quite some time, not as long as Alice and Little Red, but still, for quite a while.
Hunger, hunger can lead to many things, least of which is a rumbling tummy, or as the adults say, borborygmi, and at most the tussle between two ideas out of hand.
When you have Long Spoon in your hand, ready to feed the other, you have the tools to be fed yourself. “It is no small matter”, said the Hatter, “to arm yourself with your own two hands.”
Breaking with the old, for the Nu is part of; the now of this, and the less of the that, which leads us to the why we are here. The silverware is laid out, the stemware at the sides of each plate.
The napkins are nested inside their Rings of Gold, and we are ripe for the Telling. A Story is only as good as its cover, and when you know what you want, you pick out the book most fitting for you.
The map relaxes into the holding of the rocks, the creases smooth even further, and the lines indicating indications show themselves to you more fully. Full to the brim, the lines etch themselves to the edge, where everything goes All Asland.
At the top left corner, there’s a placemark, a wardrobe, at the top right corner is a lamp post, the bottom left corner is sporting a bird’s nest, and at the lower right corner, well, there’s a bakery.
Contingent on your suspending time for space, you can make this leap, the across of the abyss that lays before you, and come to the other side of whatever. You can stay off the map, with no Portals available to you, or you head to the bakery.
Once at the bakery, have a bite of the cake, as Alice once did, it will make you feel small, so much judgment on food these days, and you will be transported into you own Realm of Fey.
To be transported by the flavor of something; a taste, an idea, is to be in the Awareness of a Fibered Existence. We forever fold ourselves into the Curve of Time and the Space of Reach.
To reach a space of Time involvement is to come into a Place of resilience. This opens the Table to its holdings of great Worth, a Sign of Lineage, an ancient rite of passage.
You, I, we, are at this very moment in such a passage. Fortunately we have the capability to find our way. The Fish Files are available, the Traveler’s Series is available, all the Books of Flip are there for the viewing, books that flip the awareness to a Nu view.
Mathematically speaking, the numbers become words, and the words echo the thought, and thought is thought out, in order to express the creative nature we are part of.
You are guest and owner of the House you reside within, the embodiment of a cascade of thoughts, sounds, light, that makes up. Make up the Story, tell it Twice, be the character that you’d love to be.
You are the Quantum of your spark, the teeth of your Wolf, the Totem of Pack, and the Swallow of your Whole. To engulf yourself with the entirety of what you Need, Want, and Desire, you become the First Principle of your Sovereignty .
The Red Thread penetrates to Whole entire, so that you follow your own Story of telling, the between that corrugates and brings gravity into the folding, the rocks at each corner.
Holding the character of more into less, we abdicate anything that sits on the Throne, except us, who must examine our sovereignty and look deeply into the crown, and examine often that we wear it.
The crown, being our Divine chakras where we associate as both Divine and human, we apply the threads of our DNA, as sovereign to our Soul, and we become the crownial evolvement of a sovereign being, exquisitely expressed as the Soul of our very beginnings.
We are inside the expressionary energy of taking back the allotment we were given to express in this life. Uncensored by the cause, we bow into ourselves.
The foothold we need is the grounded precision of our connection to our deeper Self, that knows how to hold, that knows how to fold, that knows how to mold an exquisite formation in Life.
Becoming the formational precision, that knows itself, so that what Is is what formulates. We speak for ourselves, we speak for our purpose, we speak for love, we speak for Compassion, we speak for honoring, and we speak for entirety.
When the color fades, it does not fade inside of us. We are marked by the infinity of what is called for, what is made ready, what is centered, what knows itself, what is sovereign.
Be the one that knows the Thread, be the one that hears the council of the Thread, and stay knotted in purpose. Be creative, be loving, be Self-aware.
The Knotted Precision of the Threaded Intention is powerful at this time, and the intention of Clarity is more precise than ever has been before.
The four-score of reality is moving into place, and the Rede of Intention is more centered in the Will of the Divine, and what is Divine is able to see and hear, and Be Omnidirectional.
Creating the spirit of flow we extend ourselves into Time, and allow the past, present, and future to blend into an intention of Sovereignty.
The coming Need is connected to the Rede, and the Rede is connected to the alchemical mind of Need, so that Need can guide the way to acceptance, and acceptance can guide to expansion, and expansion can guide the way to balance.
This balance creates an evolutional omnidirectional imprintsial power, that folds balance into the quickening. When the telling is told, the visionary inheritance will level the playing field, so that balance is an inherent quality of the future.
Harmony, an expressionary fold of the garment of listening. When the made is quickened and the force of Will is balanced the intentional memory will direct the fold, the corrugation, and the manifestation for all that is needed to embody an abundance for what is asked for.
Sit into your vision, and not be blinded by fear, sit into your vision, and allow delight to engage the Archangelic Awareness that surrounds.
Take up the Totem of your Wolf, wrap your Hooded Cape around you, allow the Red of your Threaded Passage show you the lineage of Ancient, let the Fey fairy the Present from your Past inform and bring to you your Future.
The Table is filled to over-flowing with delights from the bakery, the Lamppost is lit for footed path, the Crow’s Nest is set to sail. Open the wardrobe and pick out your outfit, so you can fit in.
In time, in space, in formed, in touch, in Compassion of your own Travel. You are stretching yourself across the abyss of the tidal, a wave of Particle Awareness giving your Crown a spit and polish, before landing smack dab inside the inside of Wonderland.
Gather your belongings, take a cup and a spoon, these will be your companions, as you venture forth, to embrace the Star companions of your Thought.
Announce to yourself you are ready, and relax into the Ease that always accompanies the Nu, rest assured you got this.
We are cradled by the precision of this time, and our Boat of Ra can make it through the dark out once again into the Light.
Hold onto yourself, and don’t let go, because you are what you need, you are what we need, and you are what is called for.
There is much now that will come together, like a puzzle reading a clear picture that one can see, but wait for all the pieces to come into place, before you frame it up as Real.
We know the frame, we know the parts, but the center has not, as yet, fully come into place. Be true to a clear picture that is waiting to be seen.
