The Alchemical Rede Magazine Twice In A Blue Moon
By Clarity
Twice In A Blue Moon
Introduction: In compliance we often reveal brilliance.
2026 May 31st Issue
Twice In A Blue Moon
Twice Told, more than once, and in an order that defies Understanding, unless you are open to Recognition leading the way. A twice a month. Period. Gestation comes as we move to receive the Fey spirit in each of us.
Once is not enough, when the odds of being odd are greater when letting go is allowed to occur inside your own agreement with yourself.
Tallying the odds in your favor happens when you allow yourself to let go of the grip you have upon yourself to adhere to the past reference of limitation, when your effort to come to terms with the Fey/Angelic side of things is so easy.
Erasing the debt you thought you had is to find solace in the renewal of Space that opens and allows in the inner workings of Magic. The Fey Realm of Consciousness can then find you at Home.
Breaking through to the deepest parts of yourself can release you into a bliss that levitates you into a higher consciousness, one filled to over-flowing with insight, understanding, and renewal.
Twice Told, Twice Told, two times two, a marker that etches your salted score with an inner resonance that can bring you to a registry that keeps you forward, and your feet counting the tapping that releases contractions.
Time after time, the Moon circles, circling and circling, until the inner circle synchronizes and you become comfortable with the rhythm. Rhythm that keeps you safe, rhythm that keeps you Real.
Blue, the color of acceptance, the color of the ocean, Mer land that engulfs you and has you swimming in a sea of answers. Salt of your birth, ocean of your motion, the emotional surface of your movement into bliss.
Comforted by the ease with which you shift, you become relaxed enough to settle into a broader scope of understanding, one that allows you release yourself from limitation.
The sharp and jagged energies are handled best by the Fey Realm, and their system reaches deep into the underlayer, where the Garden gains its dirt, its compost, and is not judged for its ability to move through territory beneath so many.
Moving past the release, you are then able to accommodate the interest you have gathered within yourself to maintain Ease and reliability to your own nature. Your Papered Awareness increases so that you can create.
As you increase your awareness the Red Thread stretches and stretches you, so that you are carried past your own condition of fibered texture. This smoothes the energy around you and you are released from judging that which surrounds you that is supportive.
Support comes through the Magic you are willing to receive, and this allows the frequency to shift the environment, so that you can increase your ability to bring Compassion into a centered resilience.
Once you engage yourself, you increase your abilities and this secures your movement that confirms your relationship to the Divine nature of the Mycelial Network of vibrational resonance.
Witness yourself overcoming limitational shifts, and encourage yourself to advance beyond the contractional conditioning that used to be your atmosphere. Time unfolds the release and the mood changes to relief, as you claim your focus and abilities of Mer.
Blue moon, two moons in one month, two wheels turning to create the carriage needed for the months to come. Blue moon, the color of wise water tipping one day into another, creating a visionary sequence needed for the visionary consequence of willingness, forgiveness, resonaceness, and a period of folding needed to create a boat that floats on water, and is guided by the wind.
The air of a continent that wishes to resume but cannot, it must resign itself to a better vision, and a more Sofiaic Intelligensia.
We are natured through our senses, we are listened to by our own will, we must begin to realize when the spirit resides more deeply, there is a calm that breathes us in, and we become more held by the very wisdom we seek.
We must unfold, so we can hold clearly what we have been given. There is no layover, but instead, there is a fold under, a pregnant void open to a revolutionary peeling point.
We peel back the resistance, we peel back the forgetting, we peel back the unwillingness, and we breathe deeply into our future.
There is a spirit that dwells within us in these coming times that will negotiate and navigate us in a more willing way of tolerance, love, loyalty, affection, forgiveness, and acceptance.
We are held by the Mother, and she folds her arms tightly around our wings, so we can know and remember how to fly.
To fly is to be open to breath, to fly is to be willing to stretch, to fly is the moving of thread upon thread until it wings us free, and we are no longer tangled in forgetfulness.
Rising inside these times is a new way of accepting a slowing down, a rendering of spoken that listens to the very breath of inspiration.
We must close our arms around us and hug the very nature of what reaches to our heart. The kindness of forgiving, the layeredness of the heart accepting the stature of brilliance all begins to roll out the road ahead.
We are the sky, we are the very nature of sky. Process is beginning to demand time, we are no longer allowed to skip over what needs to process, to integrate and impress upon all our sensibilities.
We must listen to the deep voice of our begging, and move to know the rhythm of what now needs to speak. The motionary volume of desire begins to take up room in our lives, it begins to take up space in our world, and it accepts the turn over, the turn in, the turn through, because the relationshipial volume is not the same.
We are no longer related to life in the same way, or the conspiracy of what is thought the same way. We unbalance the thread to untangle the knotted, so the spool can wind freely, and the gesture of color can increase upon the fabric of our listening.
We become more natured by our willingness rather than our resistances. We become more natured by our curiosity rather than our dullness.
Yes, the squeaking motion of the wheel gets the attention, but not the futureality. The quiet nature of listening, of breathing in the closeness of life, comfort, and acceptance becomes the very nature of the threads that we needle into the days ahead.
The experience that clatters around us starts marking the worth of our living, the accumulation of our knowledge, the willingness to scribe, to paint, to write becomes a Logan of awareness.
Over the river and through the woods is a journey many make, but the house of the grandmother is not always found and the warmth of ancient knowledge is not always accepted, so we return to the Wooded Way and begin to remember the nature of the Mother.
The cloak, the small child, the red hood, the basket of bread, all checkered red and white, so that the remembrance is no longer frail.
We bring the tales from childhood stories back into the algorithm of what is needed inside the woods. We bend into the nesting of words and birds, and feather and trees, and we become grateful to the woods, and the wisdom of the Wooded Way.
The Wooded Way, the nature of our childhood longings, and the presence of the fairytale comes true in a life no longer imprisoned by make believe that never becomes real.
You are the builder of the nest, the layer of the eggs, the sender of the hatching, the teacher of the flight, the Mother of the wings, the feather of thought, and the wings of a prayer.
You remember the breath of your flight and the elder of your nesting. Flight feathers, dark feathers, little feathers, large, all part of the crossing of will and air, longing and reaching, folding and moving, Mother Tongue.
What will the night say, what will the blue moon reveal, what will the step on the edge be, when will you fall into flight and become a bird of another feather?
Motivated we must become, motivated we must become, motivated we must be. Occupied by the heart in a way we have never expressed.
Are you ready for the other, or just another? Are you ready for the other, or just another? Are you ready for the other, then make it be.
Mark the other so that no one can become another. Mark the other as the one, fold the other as the one, and take the one into ones, and the ones into twos, and the twos into threes, and become acquainted with trinary code.
It is the pace of the future.
You can’t pretend it. Mote it Be. You can’t be offended by it, Mote it Be. You cannot circulate it out, Mote it Be. You cannot assume, Mote it Be.
The blame is not on you, or any you know, the blame is on what you do not know. Allow yourself to be set upright with your knowing and feeling joined at the same space and time. Mote it Be.
We are timed to perfection, and we are timed to ripeness, and we are timed to the occasion that represents us to ourselves, so that we can be witness to the magic that assures us Safety Made Real.
Keep to small and let the large grow, so that what becomes becomes more than just a small seed, it become a vast ocean of emotion that can carry you beyond your limitations.
Bring the bliss forward to yourself, be comforted by its presence in your life, be available to the out pouring so that the gift is handed to you, a squared perspective of Papered Awareness.
Allow the Mer in you to become open and available to the Magic that is life itself presented forward, so that the ragged and jagged energies subside, and you are instrumental in resonance and beauty.
Be the Blue Moon of Magic, and allow yourself to be orbited by the nature of Dreams, and Story. Be yourself, then be yourself again, renewed and different.
Closure:
Folded within the spaces between feathers we locate our flight.
