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The Alchemical Rede Magazine The Dividing Character

By Clarity 1

The Dividing Character Introduction: Purse your lips, and fold yourself. The time is now.

2026 August 16th Issue The Dividing Character Part and parcel of dividing out comes with no reason, no reason to, no reason for, no question that, and no question why. Why this, why now, what for, who with, who to?

Questions, questions, questions, and then the embrace of doubt, the worst dance partner you could ask for, call upon, try to reason with. Dip, tuck, and roll, and leave behind your good self, so that what you have is new.

Support yourself, support yourself, support yourself and not the Other, keep the distance, keep the distance, keep the distance going, going, going. Roll it out, and keep it going.

Alice says, “What a time this is, with everything up in the Air, trying to stay that way, not wanting it to land and resolve.”

The Cheshire Cat drops by and adds his two cents, “For the sugar”, he says, “helps keep food on the Table. Why are you whittling down the Spoons?”

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum say,” Nobody wants to feed Others, mostly just themselves these days.” They say this with very sad faces, and downcast eyes. 6

The Red Thread wavers in the wind, the blowing wind that changes and renews, direction nder, compass and map, star chart and footpath maker. Divide and conquer frays the Thread, but you cannot break it, cannot tear it, cannot misuse it, it can only feed.

The radial trust comes around the bend, cuts across the radial divide, circumnavigates the discord, cuts the binding, so that what’s left is right.

Open creates Compassion, open creates Love, open creates Well-Being, and the harmony hums the cords . Folding the covers up close to us, we form a way to stay warm, to stay close to our feelings, and make the afraid uncomfortable to be near.

We are so close to ourselves that we can’t be wavered, away from our own unity. Division, will never be the cover that folds us, so that we cannot remember what we need close. 8

We are more memory in what’s soft, cosy, warm, unfunneled, undelivered, unspoken, because we have no conversation with ourselves that is left behind.

We have not left behind our sweet memory of who we really are, no matter how many decisions others have made.

We are inclusive of what is exclusive, and we are exclusive of what cannot make us feel included. We make more money in our merits than in our failures, and cuddle up with our most delicate needs that Time gives.

We give Time to the Bell, the Whistle, the Teapot, the Pour, the Fragrance, the Whifting and wafting, so we can care more for what is close in, than far away. 10

What is close in is becoming more whittled than wattled, and we watch to see what the message is. The Messenger, more felt than heard, more remembered than forgotten, more anointed than not.

We anoint ourselves as the nder of what was hidden. Under the swing we swang, to get away from what was waiting on the oor.

Finally we swang so much that it left, and it took its prisons with it. The unsaid faltering that had no real consequence of the holes that it arranged for the Fall.

So we fell, we fell into it, we fell onto it, we fell through it, we fell under it, and then we nally felt, and we nally knew, what was under the bed since we were two.

Too busy to be precious, too busy to be angelic, too busy to be the favorite, too small to understand, too brilliant to forget. To Be or not to Be was the reason we came, and then we found that what was, was not wanted, so we became someone else, and after three we forgot The Garden Plan.

Every storm, and every rainfall, we watered the seeds that forgot to grow. We dried the owers that forgot to die. We pardoned the crops that could not feed, we are the bell-ringers, the heart-throbbers, the minnow catchers, the pie bakers, and the map-makers.

Because of our constancy, we emerge each day with the same Red Thread and tie it to our dreams so that the Ease continues to follow us as we follow it. We match, and are the match-makers, who thread the weave to cloth.

Enchanted are the times that lift, and the lifting comes easy where kindness occurs, and unkindness is not the dance partner. Quit the dance, drop your dance card, if your doubt and distain lead you about the oor.

Put on your shoes, right foot rst, and nd the Red Thread that will only come into the hand, that weaves a Compassionate new partner. Tap, tap, tap, from head to toe, until you feel the release, feel the resolve, and come to the answer.

Folding all our napkins in a row, we begin to initiate the assimilation of this time, in August 2026. A Moon in Solar time of great consequence, the changing of the guard, the rattling of the bones, the stirring up of consequences and reminders. The integrity of the needle of the Red Threads being pulled through.

The stitch in Time making a di erence by levitating the dime of Ten, the ten of silver, that feeds the world’s parking space ten by ten, adding up to the parking code needed, to feel generated by Love.

One can’t meet the code, if one is not willing to hope the dying into place. The Ten of Ten negotiating understanding, meaning, and di erence. So, mind your space by feeling the whole dime required.

Silver over silver making the years count, as wisdom required. Grey hair, grey braid, not in the way of the progress of territorial lineage. This has been locked into place, and is now in residence in the future.

Corner yourself into the tightness required, so that you can feel the bounds of connection, and release your tightness back to a source that is no one, not even the Other. 17

Count your blessings, give out your blessings one at a time, or in groups of abundance. Now there’s the dance worth dancing. Partner with the Ease, one that is for Giving.

No whittling down of the Spoon, no starving yourself or an Other. Speak of the Giving, give the Giving, give over to the Giving, be the Giving. Ring the Bell, the Chime, the Tuning Fork.

Recognizing no favors, we begin to listen deeper, and know that we are given to by who we are, what we know, what we give, what we fold, what we mark, and it is Sovereign.

We are making the moment of delivery cohesive, memorable, healing, de ning, negotiative, and the reclaiming is known to us in all its ways.

We are conscious, we are employed, we are potent, and we remember. The negotiating is not in the memory, it is in how the memory is told, shared, applied, and permeated.

When the knowing becomes the full-felt of what is, we are proclaimed, we are contented in, and our Intention is clear to the Soul of ourselves.

We no longer need the hesitation of disbelief and doubt as a grip that creates the pulse of who we are. We step beyond the veil and back with ease. We are gradually explained to ourselves, and we are not lost from the entirety of our Soul. 21

Our Soul gives to us its full identity, and we begin to remember a whole other entirety that we are part of. We become more honoring of our dailiness and the integrity that we need, to not forget.

No more forgetting, no more rewinding, no more falling from, but a continual precision of connection, that holds us in a state of being, that guardians the life we live.

We mark our destination with decision, a decision that folds time and squares space, a decision that molds the mold of our providing force, and listens to our Heart of Gold, as not a memory, but a presence in Time.

We move the skill of conversation forward, so that it overrides the doubt and its questions. We move the skill of conversation into the fold, as we bend and curve, then corrugate ourselves into a whole new way of Compassion. 23

Out tted with the latest, we fashion ourselves as made up of only our best Self, the one that is brave and can resolve anything.

Resolution becoming the dance that is ful lled, the steps known from ancient times, the for Giving that got you here. Giving, giving, giving, is the A to the Q.

Resolve dances as a Verb, when time is not held still. Allow the space to open up, let it move and become more than the stop, and the no, no, no.

Relinquish your separation, to corrugate, fold, and bend into your Papered Awareness, that bered existence, that counts you as part of and not apart from.

Bring your conversation out of storage, line your lips with the words of your kindness. Be the benevolence you were created for. Say, say, say, your kindness and leave behind your hate.

Closure: I accept your apology.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity