The Alchemical Rede Magazine Red Thread Connected
By Clarity
Red Thread Connected
Introduction:
Begin the count, know your numbers, and your A, B, C’s. You have all you need to live by.
2026
April 12th Issue
Red Thread Connected
As soon as the Sun is up, the energy is awake to your Needs, Wants, and Desires. The foot is poised to place itself forward into the day, and the Red Thread is connected.
You are connected, you are ready, and you are primed. You are the Prime Number of all equations, you are the Mass of your own geography, you are the sum of your parts.
You are the equilateral triangle of your own Trinary Code, the code that breathes you in and out of your each new day. The cost to you is nothing and everything, you amount to all your reserves, and you have no debt.
The time that you feel, see, taste, and are inside of has no fee, the R is now re-placed back into the formula, and what had a fee is now fRee. Energy is advancing at such a pace as to out-pace itself, so the gravity drops away.
You are now in a new space of allowing that has your back, has your rhythmic resonance inside the equation that harmonizes with you specifically.
You are within the range of matter that evolves itself into a formula that can withstand the tension [ten shun], and move about freely within the framework of limitation, while building new relationships that undo the limits of language.
What was once shunned as too much, too far-reaching, too outlandish, has landed in a big way, and the waves it is causing, has yet to reach the furthest shore. We are at the Gateway of immense, with a little eye, and a big I.
The Red Thread has stretched its limits in one context, and has just begun its newest reach into Omniversal context, leading the way through the Gate of Opening, and the Doors of Allowed are beyond measure.
What once was not thought possible is now able to abandon limit, and incur the informational bridge of abundance. Your Papered Awareness knows this, it is familiar from inside your own resonance, but it does not add up.
The downside of mathematics is the reasonable is only one side of the coin. To go in together, or co-in, is to collaborate with the edge of the co-in, so that the round of rotation happens.
The Red Thread reaches into the skein of Yarn, and the Story of telling opens you to the inside of what was outside of you, until you reached a spot yourself that rubbed you the right way.
Like a Cat of Curiosity, you pounce on the letters as they wind their way across the page, or are speeched out from the Mouth of the Mother Tongue.
Listening to the inner reach has no bounds, and can bring content and context that opens more than just hearing. The sights and sounds of independent listening bring forward the foot path of right-footedness.
You are connected to so many more things than you ever imagined, and your senses are heightened, so that you can connect to the harmonious, and bring Compassion into Play.
Do not discount Play, it is the single most denominator, one that catches all the loose ends and knits together the fibers into a fabric of strength and endurance.
We are made for discovery, we are made for adventure, we are made to be active in our creativity, one that spells out the Easy Way.
Alice gets up from the head of the Table, moves to the foot of the Table, and says, “I just love moving things about, it really gives you a new view of what you’ve looking at, or looking forward to.”
“I always like viewing things this way,” says The Cheshire Cat, as he appears floating mid-air upside down, “that way I can tell if something is a bit sideways.”
The Tweedles are mid-Table, and start laughing at the sight of Chessie, “You are more than the Invisible becoming visible, you Sir are a true Realm unto yourself.”
The Rabbit looks over to the Dormouse and says, “The Tweedles aren’t so Dum-dee-dum-dum afterall,” at which the Dormouse falls off the Table laughing.
“Okay everyone, settle down, we have a lot of work to do, and now that Spring is here, we must keep up with its new rotational rhythm. It’s much faster, so you’ll have to slow down even more, if you are ever to get anywhere,” said Alice.
The Hatter just smiled that smile of already knowing something is everything, and everything is exact what is called for.
“There once was a Red Thread dangling from a bit of Story,” began the Hatter, “ and to reach the Thread you had to go out on a limb, a limb from the Tree of Life, and that Mycelial network requires you suspend gravity.”
“You must be able to float a good idea past yourself, if you are to get anywhere you want to go.”
“You got that right,” said The Cheshire Cat, “without the float, nothing gets off the ground.”
Connect yourself to the Red Thread, and you are able to reach across any chasm, any void, any place of No. The Red Thread comes from the Skein of Play, play out your words, your thoughts, your way forward, and you will find out what you could see before.
Papered Awareness creases its fold, and bends its corrugation through the aptitude of listening for the sounds of Play. Find those people willing to suspend effort, for effortlessness, and you will find the opening.
Open says me, a lad in, co-in, flip it and you will round the edge with a willingness to play the field, the energy field of photonic illumination. See the spark and move toward it, play out your options and mark space with your time.
Collaborate, do not obligate yourself, get out your journals, your notepads, your iPads, your paints and papers, your pens and inks, and begin to set aside the need to do anything other than Play.
The Play pen, the Play pin, each sewing their way into the fibers of your own day. Own your day, over look the contractions, the difficulties, the limitations. Ignore the need to do anything other than create through Play.
Find someone that needs to create as much as you do. Sew yourself a pattern, stitch yourself a fabric, thread your way in. Spend your co-in, give it to another freely, because that is how it came to you.
Climb up into the Tree of Yourself, and look out the eyes of your Immense, and see what Sea you are Salted from, what Sea you are floating from, and ask the Cheshire Cat, “Can you see me or not?”
Be visible to yourself, Play your skills, paint, draw, cook, sew, play your music, and make it Primary. It is your equation of most importance. Dream yourself Awake again.
Be your deepest Totemic Presence, thread yourself into The Red Thread, and speak the heart of your Mother Tongue.
Folding the imprint beneath the surface, so it can be revealed as real, we begin to plant within ourselves courage, a multi-dimensional universe of Magical Power.
Courage, something that has a multi-dial, navigates deep water, burrows beneath the soil of deep waters. What feels the weight of division. Courage a welcoming melody of envisioned Crispness of will corrugated, filed, made worthy, can hold weight, power, will, and deep Fire.
Welcomed by the smoke of what craves reality, even more than lessons, even more than ancient archives, even more than a boundary ticket, or a brave opera of ancient warriors bending the course of Time into their blade, and passing through the instance of past failures.
We connect and trace ourselves like old patterns that we wish to create, make stronger, more accurate, more piercing of the will.
You can call it to you, but you cannot call it back. It will not return to the place that rejected it so, but it will return to the wounded that is willing now to open to it.
We are the marking Meade of an ancient time that was swilling the fluid of what grows under the Rede.
Marking of the heard with most of what was wanted, with most of what was received, with what was most of what was seen, and bent into.
Bend into the flow, bend into the surface of the flow, bend into the flow of difference that marks the ancient Meade of ancient warriors that knew that what was past was given, what was future was made real, and what was made real is the name of reality now.
Promise yourself the Code, promise yourself the forgiving, promise yourself the brilliance the mind, promise yourself the expansion of hearty and will yourself through your ancient memory now ready to carve your path onward.
Here comes the rain, here comes the beat, here comes the water, here comes the washed away, here comes the seeded into, and the crop is raised up on high.
Don’t mask yourself to the point you do not recognize, you do not remember, you do not have a cellular relationship to what has consciously come to the now of reconciliation.
Red, red, red, stop. Red, red, red, go. Red, red, red, curve through. Red, red, red, you thought you were ready, you felt you were ready, you heard you were ready, now walk the Talk of Ready and Talk the walk of Ready.
Make your heart open one more page, make your heart open to the Knot of courage, the will of recognition, and the formula of transformation, and reconciled with the time you now live in.
Cure the warning, cure the coding, cure the ignorance, become waddled, become swaddled, be the purpose, be the reason of your own making inside this moment.
Who are you? Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Be the ladle that dips in and pours out, to fill the Grail Cup of your own question. Sit with it, dream with it, pour yourself into it, and be noted. Mark the Magic of number 13. One plus three equals four. Four is the multiplication of two, two is the union of one and one, and desire makes three.
Be the full member of the Trinary Code, and lock in your key, and turn, open, Be. New window seat. The meaning does not need you anymore, so let it go. Be the next breath. You will never be ignored again, because you have a hold of yourself fully, and that is what you came to Be, Sovereign.
