The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Current Looks Through The Needle Of The Pen
Introduction:
Beginning now is your first step, that speaks your Words more clearly.
2025 June 15th Issue
The Current Looks Through The Needle Of The Pen
We are in the front of the back of all of it, and the backseat is empty of content, so there is room for new passengers. The arrangement is shifting and the riders are available and ready to support.
What was seen as just another holiday, becomes a renewed interest in marking the making with a standard that means connection and a folded origamic presence that can bend beyond limit and into receivement.
The Pen marks the page and the fold takes into account how many lines have been written, encoded with the formula to connect beyond limit and beyond reason. The alchemy of distance is employed.
What goes for impossible and not likely, is moved to a new position, so that the possible is within the regular fold of bend, and the crease is set out of time, so that space can expand its room.
Written are the encasements that allow for the reach to gain momentum and the breakthrough cast a wider net that becomes a relief and a boom of sound investments.
Within the ability to bring something forward, the exact notion of completion comes into play, and the play between light and solid, allows for the reach to span time and affect space, in order for the giving to actually start.
As the regional makeup is limited in scope and weight, the necessary steps are ready and activated, so that the use of Imprintation can be sought by more than a few, and the difference will be felt beyond region.
The granite of stone, must be secure enough for the platonic solid of geomatric drift can be eliminated, and the ease becomes a force that undoes the lock of motion.
Touching into the soar, the lift is given room and space is made for the launch of available support. Now the opening exists that means the more, so that the undoing amounts to the ‘something’ that needed to be lost.
Making way for the Word to throat itself into the Mother Tongue of language, we bring forward the notes of E, so that the adjustment can be realized and made completely ready in time for space to accept difference.
The Table is more than set, and the chairs are numbered in manner fitting a crowd, enough so that the food is served early, and with a deep sense of gratitude.
The Words that lay themselves down to be heard, are the same words that are open to the Story of telling, and are excited to be registered with the context of opening up the locked and setting the movement in a completely new direction.
Once this is done, the meal served, and the food eaten, we are able to relax into the difference, and make our way to the forward deck that holds the weight, so that the balance can be maintained.
The Pen glides across the surface, but plants the depth deeper than ever before, so that the reach can be made, marked with the encodements necessary to alert the photonic array its constitutional alignment.
When needed, the Papered Awareness makes sure that the attention to detail is maintained, and the Cardinal Points are connected.
The drift has slanted the view and now that the endeavor has been successful, the forward motion can gather enough support to create a new path, with a much easier flow.
The frozen point of difference is now thawing its cold indifference, and the indifference is shifting. The forward thread picks up the piece of resistance, and helps it begin to occupy the Weave.
The scolding forces hammer out the will, to decide where the riddle will begin to speak. All the economy of folds and creases begin to line up more quickly, so the Concordial Presence can begin to roll out the deeper understanding.
When we align with the Precision, we can begin to understand the counting, and the fold marks are a more creased way of being, that enables one to become more endeavored within the Precision.
The more complicated the task, the more visual the Need, so the Crowned of Sovereignty can begin to relate Wisdom.
In the beginning of the relief needed, there is an opening that can quicken the resolutionary volume, so that all folds relate.
The weaving of art forms can be a metaled experience, and the energy of elements can speak to each other. Copper can speak to Gold, Gold can speak to Silver, Silver can speak to Bronze, Bronze can speak to Tin, and in this the Tin Door opens.
Spoken words of Past can drill through the metal, so the door can close. To be nailed down is the limit of movement, and release, its expansion.
The next of Need weighs the Sovereign of Expression, and leads the Way to the Quill of Pen. The Written unfolds its letters, and the numerical adds up the sense, so that the fragrance of scents can be folded into the making.
Petal by petal, the Rose swaddles the middle, and the held tight in the bloom is slowly released of its hold, in order for the brilliance to permeate the Air, with the deliciousness of the bloom.
Counting all favors as ready, the Past, Present, and Future align their gifts and pour into the occasion, what is needed to become stellar in effect.
The Table marks the spot, the X has found its Way forward, out of the gloom and doom of limitation, and the force of Elementals is standing ready for the next motion of Expression.
Becoming more orientated in this time, we begin to smooth out the positional holds, so we can run our fingers through our hair, like digital combs that move resilience into our Power.
The Productive Code comes through our willingness, and begins to count our ability to understand in larger numbers. The Full Perspective of coming through is now widened, and the familiar is grown from its own need.
The Whispered Perspective is molded now, from an inner core proximity, and the relationship of now to future, begins to realize a new Circumferic Rationale.
We are once told, we are Twice told, until we begin to slide through the Long Door. Precision is necessary, and folded patterns make everything possible, so that everything needed is packed into the between, so the travel is related, not distant, found, not lost.
We call forward a new long stick, and we tap it on the floor, we tap it on the chair, we tap it on the table, we reach out to make sure we are safe, and what we find is Wisdom, Acceptance, and a Cradled Position of Held.
We are safe to the Crown, we are safe to the Collar, we are safe to the Shoulder, we are safe to the Ribs, we are safe to the Pelvis, we are safe to the Legs, we are safe to the Feet, we are cradled safe to our own Hands, and we can open our mouths to Acceptance.
There is no perspective that won’t hold us, there is no perspective that won’t feed us, there is no perspective that won’t cradle us until we are rocked, into a full measure of Rede.
Clock yourself, time the distance, measure the feet, stand alone in the only sovereignty you are, yourself. All that is yourself can be relied on, all that is yourself can stand in the doorway, all that is yourself can walk through on new ground, all that is yourself can raise your head and forward your eyes.
You are visioned. Stand tall inside your sight, bend from your waist, and massage your toes, and count the many reasons that you know you know. Feel your feet, and accept you are the Ten of Ten.
Announce the result of your time spent understanding why Alice shows up during your hunger. Why is the Table so Long and the Dormouse so short? What constitutes the Cheshire Cat, and who is the Caterpillar, really?
Making things up is the cornerstone to every civilization, every moment ever made, from the star dust we breathe, to the dirt beneath our nails.
Which is it, you believe in, a Magical Omniverse, able to conjure up the most fantastic of stars, or do you believe in science based alchemy, with its forever questions?
The cooperative view is now more measured by the Love it holds, and the quality of care it embodies in this world. We are more naked to the speed, and the between steps out from behind, and we calm our Souls with the integrity of our own Intention.
Speaking forward more than backward we begin to align ourselves with the ahead. In every day in every way we call the Calling and we hear the awkward moment of relay.
We begin to mold the unmoldable, and we feel the flesh of living in our hands, that breathes our dreams, holds our feelings, and modifies our future, in a way that not only increases our sovereignty, our health, our happiness, and our joy.
Plates tumble, forks fly, cups spill, and the napkins float away like balloons. The Table is ready for anything, and the upset never lasts longer than you want.
The Rabbit looks at his watch, and shakes his head, the Cheshire Cat disappears and reappears several times in a row. The second hand speeds up, and the Hatter stops the needle.
“Let’s take a closer look at what’s going on”, says Alice, as she proceeds to rearrange the clouds and moves the Sun over nearer the faraway mountain. “There, that’s better”, she says as she resets the time dial, and the Rabbit smiles, knowing everything is right as rain.
Giving time its due, the Words can now spill out, just as the cups and saucers did earlier, and willingness is such an adventure, and the way to go.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are over there doing stretches and chi gong, to ready themselves for the day ahead. Ahead, a word the Cheshire Cat just loves to accent, by disappearing the rest of his body, and presenting that pearly smile.
Formulating more peace in every piece, I see my world more landscaped with truth, authenticity, and brilliance, and that in itself warms the Heart and keeps the Spirit going.
Closure:
Yes, yes, yes, that’s the Word you are looking for.
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
