The Tapestry by Clarity Artists

The Alchemical Rede Magazine The Tapestry

By Clarity

The Tapestry

Introduction:

Tick tock, you are about to run down the clock.

2026 March 22nd Issue

The Tapestry

At what point do we stitch ourselves into the Tapestry, at what spot do we select, so that what we are moving towards is moving towards us, how do we do this each and every day?

What makes up an imagination and causes it to flesh itself out, how is it we do that without effort, and why does it seem we use effort to accomplish what is already in motion?

How soon will we know something, before we don’t know it, so that it can relieve us of the pressure to be something, when we already are Being?

Why is imagination so much more important than reason, but reason seems to be all that anyone credits? What constitutes invention, when what is available is pure invention, threaded through Tapestry?

When a day opens you up to these many questions, you know that it is the kind of day you were invented for. How can we know we were born to invention?

What fabric are we made of, what texture, what ﬁber, what cloth, color, shape, line, and feel? A day of questions, why this many, this day, now?

In order to understand, why do you ﬁrst have to recognize, and before that feel and know? What is that progression about, and how does it tie in with the Red Thread?

Our Papered Awareness creases, bends, and folds with these questions, and then corrugates it all into volumes and volumes of books, ﬁlled to over-ﬂowing with numbers and letters, each a marker in a journey well kept.

Timing and rhythm are the components of Q&A, a pattern that elicits response, that enters and exits, opens and closes, moves through and between, so that the Primary is registered as Valued.

Put your right foot forward, so that your left foot can follow the pattern, the rhythm, the movement, that allows for the direct to be made known, felt, recognized, and then understood.

Stand beneath your own Fibered Awareness, threaded through the Tapestry that keeps you anchored into positions of receiving.

Each day the receiving creates your desires, wants, needs, so that you navigate the movement clearly, and without a reason to worry. Reason is the worrying kind of message given oﬀ by the radiation of a caustic formula.

Reason has its place among answers, but not when it creates worry. Ease is the guideline to go by, when you want assistance with direction. Imagination is the accelerator to Nu, and in this time of 2026, it is the precise moment of each breath.

Coming into Round is the distance making its way forward, so that what is seen is registered as listed in the lexicon of language, those letters and numbers of yours, that seem to appear, each day, out of nowhere.

How is it that something can continue to appear daily, with little awareness from you, and be such an immense Need, so that you can Be in a day that has Consciousness?

What favor are you that the Omniverse would connect you to the Fibered Existence of All? How is it you are included every day, not just one or two, but every day, without fail, to the Threads that Cloth our own Witness to the Word?

When did we get so smart and lucky to have this kind of Living, this type of Word, this Language of the Mother, ﬁlled with Compassion, Love, and Well-Being?

How old were you when you ﬁrst became aware of your own thinking, and what were you doing prior to that? Why are these Answers beginning to appear now, within the Field of Discovery, the Map of Direction, the Navigation of Stars?

Leading yourself to Water is an Elemental sort of thing to do, drinking is another Matter altogether. The Wood of your roots are deeply anchored into the ﬁrmament, and your thirst for knowledge is expansive.

Once you have discovered your Desire to be curious, you have discovered the greatest adventure, ﬁlled with breath for the having, and having is a motion of texture, ﬁber, and reason aligned with imagination.

Thread your needle through the next available step and you will reach beyond the knot of no. This allows you the ability to measure the Space between time, timing, and timed.

Imagination, the absolute building block of all things of Matter. Platonic solids from photonic resonance, vibrational shifts that allows Sight, Sound, Color, Shape, and Line to exist side by side.

Geomatric patterns unfold their leaves, what they leave are imprints that create conversation within you that exclude reason’s doubt, so that you are able to have a clear view without limitation.

Once registered, the Matter of Knowing comes forward and is stitched into place, so that Feeling can then be registered, these automatically create Recognition, and the Ten of Ten lands on the Page of your Existence.

Fey, the World of Fey carries all of this forward to you, so that you become one with All that Is. Among the gifts of Being, are the gifts of Speech, and this gift opens the Imagination to Open.

Open says Me, the sesame of a seed, the ancient ﬂowering plant, that is ﬁlled with nourishment, becomes like the mustard seed, smallness becomes large when nourished.

The certainty of this time is built within our endearing factors of consolation. What can we console ourselves with? How can we take that consolation into what we give, what we hold forward and initiate our future with?

We are, in so many ways, consolable. We must ﬁnd the Fabric of the consolation, the threading of the Need, the winding of the many factors evoked, then we spin and spin the threading positions, until they create a new Fiber of Listening.

With this new Fiber of Listening we’ll ﬁnd new answers, new precisions, new endurances, new meanings, where the Listening removes conﬂict.

We begin to cast a Prism of Light in our very presence, and we calm the world still. We face the new note needed, to perceive the distance Safe, Loving and Wise.

The distance comes and goes, and we must be present to it, even in the Present. We negotiate these things in a better way as we move forward.

We let go of the disconnection, the disharmony, and we bend until we are ready to spin out the new speed, and roll into it with Safety Made Real.

The connecting voices, within our Divine Existial, begins to loosen the weave, and re-associate all the ﬁbers in a new way, a way that knows the threads, the weave, knows the story, sits into the seat of a new pattern to Be.

We come to the Ease, and welcome ourselves into the folding manner of Matter, so that what we come to, comes to us as Made For. We are made for this, we come to all of this, and the Fey Patterns of Light Healing have arranged a Path of Ease.

When we ﬁrst asked for support, assistance, and help from the Fey Realm, it was through our belief, our trust, and our Need, Want, and Desire for Imagination to take us through the Curve, the Bend, the Fold, the Crease, and the Corrugation.

All things exist out of Imagination [ I Magi Nation ].

Inside the poetry of forgiveness is marvelous spacial accompaniment, that allows the body to enfold more nutrient than ever before.

The coming of awareness in these times is this allowance. We become more regal in our ability to see, we see larger wider vaster, more illuminosity now.

The ferocity of precision is ours to give, we are no longer in the dark, we can see straight through it, like a laser. Our vision is more clariﬁed, less opposed, more accepted. We are the peace, we are the pace, we are the process, we are the position givers.

That will be, and it just is, so open up, like a Whale, and swallow yourself like Water; whole, forgiving, allowing, open.

First right, then left, ﬁrst up, then down, ﬁrst over, then under, what a scale-topper you become. Open the mailbox, close the Door, open the narrow, close the wide, open the tiny, close the large, make the Immense everything.

Fulﬁll your guess, hear it right, then hear it left, then hear it all over, your inside is now hearing your outside. Your outside is forgiving your inside, and your inside is becoming luminous.

The honorary position is now ﬁlled, no more trials. Coupled up with the cause, the additional moths are aligned with the light. The trial is over, the battle fought, the battle won. All is now reset, and back in sync. Mote It Be. Mote iIt Be. Mote It Be, and it was, and it is. Grateful to the Stars and back.

Codex code realigned to the future and more, and more, and more. What has picked out the distance is now aligned with the Grace of future, past, Present and Future Grace.

The motionary distance succeeds once again, we seem simple, but is a complicated connection, and simple is the only term accepted. The natural formation of like and dislike is now more settled, a feeling and founded Grace.

Don’t forget to listen today, don't forget to listen tomorrow, and don't forget to listen to yesterday, this way you will always be right on time, in time, for time, with time, on the dime.

Have you listened today? Have you listened today about yesterday? Have you listened about tomorrow tomorrow have you listened to today? Then yesterday will have heard, and tomorrow will be able to hear, and today you are now listening.

Tick tock, the clock ventures the dip into tomorrow, and you are already aligned, willing and ready. Remember this code, you created it, so it would be here in words, not negotiated from another time, that you felt you were wrong.

Right has a way of showing up, when wrong becomes silent. Tick tock, the clock has risen to the Time you need now. Rewrite your words and remember your own name as part of what succeeds.