The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Take A Pattern Introduction:
Consuming a slender rod of intangible information.
2025 June 29th Issue
Take A Pattern
Summer is a Pattern, the seasons, a Pattern, ups and downs, a Pattern. Each of these Patterns take us for a walk, so it’s time that you did, too. To open yourself up to the power of Pattern, is to embrace the Pattern you yourself are.
Your Papered Awareness is embracing you at all times, the reach you stretch for is always within your grasp, because the Pattern of Will is stronger than the limited conference of less.
The walk you are able to grant yourself is the deliciousness of fine dining, at the most remote constellation imaginable, your inner realm of nurturance. The past cannot get in, it has no ticket, no pass, no key.
The Red Thread finds the I of the needle every time, and you are able to split the distance between forever and never, to yield the weight of substance that matters beyond the last of past.
Your world is delicious, and animated, with all the bells and whistles of a supreme performance that captivates you with what is most endearing, and leaves behind the contractions of undone.
Bold are the steps, and brave are the results, so that as you become only the Once, you are capable of discerning where the behind is trying to be in front of your new.
Twice Told to yourself are the Stories that show Only, instead of either or. We are not a tennis match to be tossed back and forth over a net of little worth.
We are the result of countless inventions of Stories so great, that to listen to the banter of nothing, is to ignore the rich treasure of brilliance. We are Light matter, and our cellular makeup responds to the levitation we invest into ourselves.
Lets take a walk. Your world is so much more than what the eye can see, but the I can see so much more than first thought.
The Tree Mycelial Network has your back, and whatever undertow there ever may be, calling on the power of the Trees can branch you beyond the tightness bound up in bundles of containment.
The Cheshire Cat smiles his smile that follows him everywhere, mainly showing up in the branches of his favorite Tree just before his body decides to appear.
How much you show up for yourself is up to you, but the Cheshire Cat always sees a way through, because the Red Thread weaves within the coat of his wearing. Wearing thin is never a thing he does, but hanging out to dry, he’s familiar with.
Inside the wanderings of wondering are the posts you’ve set up for yourself, they are signed in signals, the runic language of language.
The Etheric bond we have with all that surrounds us, and the numbers that hold us in their field keep us inside the Story that feeds the urge to expand our expression, into the Voice that is needed.
Turning under the over, we release ourselves into the momentum that raises its speed rate to an octave above C, and the notes announce a pivot that turns no into yes.
Take a ticket, take a Pattern, take a seat and know where you stand, and feel your way across the floor. Move a line, take a seat inside a circle.
Take a ticket into the distance, thread it through, make it speak, know the mark, know the full mark, be the breath between the lie and before the fear.
This is how life weaves and words its way into matter. Take a Pattern, hear the words, speak the sound before you are stopped, endeavor to be what you never thought of before.
Every motion in our lives builds Pattern and corrugates beginnings into endings, while the real nature of living is in the hand, as it draws out its own Pattern of Sacred Witness.
Resolve the layers, and become more inside the motion of Ocean, the water bridge of breath breathing, and the center fit of alchemy transforming.
The pulse of every endeavor beats under our breath, and we fully become the very nature of resolution. When nature becomes fully thought, and wholly thought becomes the stretch of reach of the fiber of longing, we can begin to see ourselves in our own rhythm and heat.
We can then begin the calling, the slow sound of drawing, elongating, touching. When the most felt begins to thread itself into the silken fibers of creating, when the buried rises up through the cellular germinating seed our hidden longings begin to take on the nature of the matter we have waited for.
Taking the Situla and wrapping it around our core, we begin to hold Water. We begin to know cellular thought, as it learns to create itself.
Silken threads create the needle of their own intention, and the formational creed stitches out and protects from precisional resistance.
Making Space, like a Pattern, cutting form from a creed of cloth, we ignite the embers of the Longing Spirit, the associated self knowing how to increase its infusion.
The speaking forces penetrate the unyielding intentional marks, and each page is written upon. If we had not come forward before now, we must.
The tyrant that pushes equality out of its corded space, is beginning to not find holes punched into place. We find, and we begin to remember that we are the piece we have waited for, and we are the hand that we put into our own.
The balance is made when the sureness of color becomes sovereign, and the trust is made present even before the breath.
We are taken into spell and we sit in the four corners of presentation. The factoring forces implode into our life, and we learn what is made in a small moment.
The glory bee pushes the hivial into place, and the central count is made blue. The memory folds, the voices escape through the threads, the sound folding back over and over again, into the archivial files, so the stairways formed from here to there is made strong, exact and clear.
Resonating equations assist in the hivial pattern’s interpretations. Precious moments become more cleared, and we understand why our life is centered in becoming the expression of Ease.
The criss-cross pattern that creates the angle of movement is prepared to orientate our quick turns, and support our motionary folding.
When Space knows West, and West has a more secure locational orientation, we can begin to understand how location in our Solar System is exact and purposeful.
We momentualize from our orientation, and enable ourselves to locate our position, after a quick turn. Balance in orientation is a big part of the nervous system. It constantly analyzes our presence on the Planet, and our full registry of who we are, where we are, and grounds us in its singular derivative.
When the marking that is made comes closer in to our senses, we can actually smell our position, and create a Nu Vision that can see in the dark.
The full momentum that creates the sensing balance is being recalculated in this Planetary evolvement. When the spacial references begin to confer with this Nu sight, we become wonderstruck with its Potentiality.
Wonderstruck, the silence inside the wonderstruck helps us put everything right side up. It is as if we almost disappear, and this gives us room to maneuver more secret things.
The full opulent opinion begins to become more Wisdom founded and we learn to apply it easily. This creates an ease, that then allows us to relax into the Creative Mode of Existence.
Room expands on the heels of creativity, and this Time calls for an increase in its Presence. It is critical to this Space that is now opening, for the breath to breathe in the musing atmosphere, so that Time can be created.
The Geomatric Solids are forming an atmosphere of content, and to be contented with this atmosphere, one must engage into the receptivity of Mycelial Signals, which only are heard by a cleared Ear.
Within the Story of the Cleared Ear, are the Sow, the piglets, and the fodder. The Ear of Charlotte, hears the Web of Life and creates a Spell that renders it child-like.
All the children, piglets in nature, are naturally drawn to the food given, and necessary for their life. Story is the Food, telling are the forks, knives, and spoons, and consuming is the antidote to starving.
To clear your ear, so that the Stories you hear are ones that are filled with Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, are the ones worth listening to. The others are distractions to build binary systems of opposition.
The trinary signal is Joy. It is quick, and can turn your head in an instant. It is in the corner of things, and you must be willing to scan the frequency for the signal that holds you within the Heart of Gold.
You dream, and your Dream is alive and well, and you come into the center of it, wrapped, swaddled in its embrace, every time you breathe.
What catches you out, are binary logistics that limit you to side-ism. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum speak up at this point, “Yeah, we learned that one a long time ago. We used to bicker and bite at anything that was contrary, but then we decided one day to quit.”
“What do you mean, quit”?, ask Rabbit, eyeing his watch and looking around to see if another bicker was lying about. And it was just at that particular moment, that the Trees began their thumping deep underground.
“What in the World is that?!”, asked the Dormouse, visibly shaken, and seen scampering for the empty Teapot.
Jumping inside, you could hear an earful of distress and fear, and short quick breaths.
“Poor dear”, said Alice, as she reached into the teapot and pulled out a quivering balled up Dormouse. “It’s alright, it’s alright”, she said, “ its just the Trees holding council, and sending out their Signal.
“When the World is all jumbly, and topsy-turvy, the Trees hold Council, so that no matter what, things stay in Balance”, Alice went on, “ in order to get people, animals, plants, and all the Elements to harmonize, they hold Council.”
Gaia shifts her frequency just enough to slow the haste, and put in place a Nu set of Etheric Patterns. The Creatives are the ones set in Place, to discern differences and create Patterns; Visual, Auditory, Motion, and Fragrance to stimulate the Resonance of Bliss.
“Can that do all that is needed?, asked the Dormouse, still a bit shaken, but feeling better being held in Alice’s hand. “Dear Dormouse’, said Alice, “ all you really need is to use those wonderful big ears of yours to Listen Deeply.”
“Take a breath”, whispered Alice, “and see if you don’t feel a bit better, and tell yourself, ‘everything passes in a moment, if you let it’. Its like a lazy-susan, where you can just let spin past what you don’t want, for that which you do want.”
‘And you, dear Dormouse”, said Alice, “always want Compassion”, and with that Alice stroked the small sweet head of the Dormouse, whose ears laid back in their relaxed position.
“Only you could make a mouse purr”, said the Cheshire Cat, showing up out of the nowhere, “you have a way of calming things down, but at the cost, tsk tsk.”
Alice looked down at her dress torn at the hem, her apron smudged, her stocking rolled down to her ankles, her hair being used by two bird families building nests, and her Hat, off somewhere on its own. She smiled and said, “well it sure takes some effort, if you want to hear the Story.
Concept building is changing our Perspective, accessibility.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
