The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Color Enters Us
Introduction:
Color begins to enter us in whites, and blues, and greens.
2026 March 15th Issue
Color Enters Us
Light lands upon us, and we are Light, we ingest, are infused, and we receive Light in every way possible. The food we eat is simply Light, and we are made up of Light.
Particle and wave and space are all the components that comprise us and we add Consciousness to the mix, and we are mixed with the Omniverse.
What goes up, that must come down is nothing more than the gravity that is comprised of Consciousness in abundance.
The Color we see each day, and in the night as we are dreaming, is the encoded resiliency of all that matters to what surrounds us.
What is up in Space is neither up nor down, what is down in Space is neither down nor up. Each position just simply Is. We are the Is of what penetrates us to Be who we are Being, and that is a matter of Consciousness deciding which.
Color penetrates us at a rate speed so fast that we allow it to Be. When deciding on any given thing, first realize All things are Given, and the gift they are is how you process your own speed rate.
To allow Color its Penetrational Depth is to receive deeply from our ability to receive. Receptivity is what everything in the Omniverse is doing, and the synchronicity with Particle Awareness harmonizes Papered Awareness to Story.
The Tell, of when you are in sync, is the Story you have chosen to be within. The telling is the navigation and narration you participate in. Today is the chapter you are presently in, and the direction of your Story.
Following the Red Thread, supports your acceptance of Color, as it assists you in the Ariadne’s passage through the labyrinth of Time.
We fall for the Passage of Time, and we levitate through each layer, so that what was a Mystery stays a Mystery, yet is registered through the Ten of Ten, an Alchemical System of discovery.
Marking your way with the Salt of your own worth, is to advance your consciousness outside of Time, and inside its many layers.
We enter, and are entered through the Doors, passageways that open and close as the Need arises. The rising marks the timing and allows the registry its timing to focus direction through.
To go through, or be through, is an accent in the language of progression. You advance in order to be Distance, as well as Place. Location and Direction allow us to Enter into and Through.
We are locational Beings inside a Distance with Direction, and we thread our way through with Color, Light, Sound, and Shape.
As Patternists we have mapped the reach, and we have travelled the depths, so that what we share is pure information, unedited.
We share the Secret Ingredient, always. This is the greatest choice to be made, one in which so many withhold, so they don’t feel they might be over-looked themselves.
The Sun, a Particle Beam that waves to us each day, does not withhold that it has been created by something far larger than itself, yet it never fears being over-looked.
Unique, the Sun is not unique, there are Suns beyond number, but our Sun is The Sun to us, and the Sun to itself, is its own good Self.
Getting ready to fold up close to the thumb, creased with the third finger, able to crawl out of the envelope. Disturbed by no thing, but able to lick the stamp, press the corner, and seal the memory to a code, that surfaces only when needed.
I occupy the letter of the word, and the word potentates my time. The word is Will, the continent is to Be, the Planet is grounded.
Coming forward, threading through, digging up, finding the rooted way that allows sun and rain, and nutrients to enter the daily life of being Sacred.
We hear everything now, more than we usually need, more than we ever wanted, and less than we asked for. We come to the precision of opening the heart in more moments, without triggering up the deep below.
How do we do this more easily? It’s only through listening to the need, not making it up, moistening the layers between, allowing the reign of existence to pour onto the sheets of what captures moisture.
The sheets of broadening your mind, the sheets of listening for the tiniest drop, the sheets of wanting, desiring, wishing for. If we make no time for this we will have nothing between the layers when we seed up when it rains.
These are the falling times, falling down into the water, falling down into the moist soil, falling down into the rich luxurious depth of the mystery.
Taking time to fall down, to sit on the floor and rearrange all your skirts, trousers, and sheer factors of how you clothe yourself.
Where does the wind blow, hopefully between the drops and locks in the layers of breath, that moistened our thoughts our feelings our rights to be quickened, and the time it takes.
Plummeted down through the waters of awakening, we cry our way up out and fully worded in volume. Stay with the core of your life, don’t scatter out to too many loose threads, trim up your octaves and embrace your melody, and do the hum.
Hum, like a bee, hum like a hummingbird, hum like the waters below, hum like the wind in the leaves, hum like the octaves of your reaching.
Collaborate with the thin folds, be like an onion collaborating with the odiferous of its own growth, as it layers the rounds of the pitch of its growth.
Be disturbed when you get too small, be disturbed when you cannot reach yourself, be disturbed when so much that you crawl into a wall and enter your dream-like state in the middle of the day, when nothing is supposed to rest.
We are the pleasures of life that have come to be fulfilled, we are the pleasures of life that over-react to create a stir. Stir the sauce, stir the dough, stir the soup, stir the potatoes.
Get all stirred up by what supports you and give syou food to eat. Eat it up in the morning, eat it up midday, eat it up in the afternoon, eat it up all night, and you will find you can pray in every moment in time.
We can count the measures within our demanding times, and distance ourselves from the less, so that when we feed ourselves we can accept the gift wholly.
What comes next is the next of distance, as it rounds the corner into a ball of great allowance. Attend the ball and the color follows, like an uneclipsed number lettering itself across the page, one sheet at a time.
As your eyes drop down the page, you feel the weight of measure, counted upon, so that you can follow the storyline unfolding before you.
Before you, was what came into color, so that you could easily ascertain the distance from one positional precision to the next.
Timing and consciousness continue to levitate and flow, so the what was up was down and the down became more than what was thought.
Mystery endeavors to place you squarely into Home, so that the travel reveals a circumference that allows for. Allowing for allows four its measure and contains within the two of color and light and the two of shape and sound.
Revealed are the contents of Compassion, Love, and Well-Being, so that the reach is worth the weight and the roll is through the Door of Ready.
We pocket ourselves every day, so that the obstacle is the clue to right direction. We do not need the obstacle, which means the obstacle needs us, in order to participate in a round about way.
The round-about is nothing more than the easy way around, so that the reach is within view and attainment. Watch as you to see the Rabbit rounding the corner and heading towards Alice’s Table.
Washing up one side of yourself, and drying down the other will create a new image that will draw you in differently.
Keep the occasional word ready because it will initiate you into the new family of information for what you need in 2026. All is more related than you realize, and the place of vision is reoriented in order to share from the heart.
Wake up the volume in your toes, and let it rise up to your knees, and corrugate around your thighs, so your chest can expand and take in more than air.
Then your face will start to explore your heart more deeply, and your vision will shift, and your mind will accept more Love in the paper thin layers of the expansion that it receives.
Knock knock open the broader vision, knock knock take the key and turn it to the right, and recognize what it says on the handle.
“Welcome, all who enter with a heart on their sleeve, be the coat of many colors, so that what you feel is felt by more than just yourself. Share the secret ingredient from the recipe of your life lived.”
Translate it into all the languages that you know of the here and after and the above and below inside and outside, and call it the Book of Your Will.
Alice walks up to you and asks for your ticket. You reach into your pocket and find what you thought you had lost, the secret ingredient that got you to here.
“Well, isn’t that something,” said Alice, “ always nice to see the Book of Will, the other part we have waited for.”
Dance the dance of lithe, and let the jig unsettle the old and bring in the New. Let the one foot inform the other, and together what moves is moving and allows the course to round itself forward.
Taking in the house, the feet perform a major step in becoming the lilt that accents the language into motion. We compose the last of the letters and compassion the story into a way form, and the particle becomes aware.
Scatter the forest to your feet, and let the Sun blow through the trees, because you are on the edge of winter and have begun to enter spring, Bloodroot and trillium at your feet.
Closure:
Do you now smell the dirt on the trail?
Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
