The Alchemical Rede Magazine Hold On To Your Fish
By Clarity
Hold On To Your Fish
Introduction:
Folding forward all our needs, we become more aware of what is under our feet.
2026 May 10th Issue
Hold On To Your Fish
Unfolding, uncreasing, uncorrugating. Folding, creasing, corrugating, all in a day’s work, all in a lifetime of breathing in and out your expression of creating the middle of what you are Being.
Making deep dives deeper, you are now able to fathom more of the Mystery, the one that makes you wonder why me, why this, why now, why?
Under the overtone of the sounds you gather are the sounds you magnetize and generate and propagate, the sounds of revery that sing to you your own sound threaded throughout your Being.
Why are you Being? What reason do you have to be here, this here, this now, this spot in the Omniverse? How many questions do you have that marks you as a traveler, a hunter, a gatherer, explorer?
What direction are your feet pointing, at which stop do you get off and explore, why are you here with your Fish in your hand?
Hold onto your Fish is no small tale, no small scale, no small take on the goings-on of living. The Fish Files are immense, lettered and numbered with exact precision, and are so very available, a very fine catch.
Thread the Red Thread through the eye of the needle, attach your bait and fish for what it is you are becoming more and more of each day. Count out your worms, see how far you can go, how far you can cast off.
Step into your boat of many oars; or else, or else, or else, and find what it is you are as a Being of Light, of curiosity, of discovery, of Doing.
Your Papered Awareness is ready for the newest of stories, the newest of the new, the latest arrival, the one that steps off the train of your thought and looks around, and sees who else has a Fish in their hand.
The holding of dreams is as ancient as it gets, the fishing is what you do when you look to sea, when you look to see, when you look at what it is your feet are pointing to.
Inch up your fabrics, open up your gait, take a step into your Witnessing and take a breath along with you. Know that understanding comes when it comes, and when you become comfortable with the Eye See, then the Sea inside salts your mark.
You are not crossed over, you are marked with the finetuning of a fabulous sound of equating, the formula of numbering that advances where you are with yourself not counted against others.
The Sun reaches and climbs over the horizon each day, so that you remember how is was, how it is, and how it will be a day like no other, but similar enough for you to be comfortable with the odd, bizarre, and challenging nature of Nature.
Be natural with your steps to here, be natural to your curiosity, your longings, your questions. Let the questions have their answers, so that you can feel at home and at ease with uncertainty.
Many new things come with the Sun, as it breaks the dawn with answers never before asked. The count of measure is losing its grip and the new is gaining a place of re-newal.
Upon the sea is a boat of vast undertaking, with a crew of fibers so fine that the net is able to land the finest of the fine, and you are able to be part of its findings.
Release the caught up in, and become the folded flow of release, so that the white can color your words, line, shape, and volume.
Time yourself to the rhythm of the notes you hear that are pleasant to you, also select the ones that stretch you further along than you thought possible, than you were able.
Use the new tools coming to you, so that you can feel more deeply the feelings that are for you. Reach into the basket, be the fish-monger that sells you your own goods, so that you can eat and flourish.
Gain your sea legs back, so that you can ride the waves with enjoyment, and anchor yourself to the bottom of your heart with gratitude for all the extensions given to your own passage.
We are never late, we are never early, we are in the time of our own time being present within ourselves, so that what is can be, and with it we are being also.
Answer the questions you hear, count your own steps, hear your own answers, take the thread and tie the knot that always carries hope, compassion, love, and wellbeing within its fiber.
Answer the question. Ask the question, feel the question, be your own witness to what you can stretch to become, with compassion for yourself and others.
Let the rise happen, let the feeling release, let the hope pave the way, so that what seemed impossible becomes possible.
You are not a loose thread, you are a woven thread, woven into a larger passage that has you looking to see what it is you are becoming. Curious, and excited to be part of something so large, you can’t see it all.
Coming forward, not backward, coming upward, not downward, rolling through, not under, waiting above, not below. Time out, done, completed, ready. Time in now happening, more leverage than ever before.
Pulling up the stakes, threading out the stitches, growing a new crop. Winning up through, no force taken out without knowledge warning, a pedestal approaches, we sit upon it, then we squat down on the floor and labor out our deeper Self.
We are more connected to our threads than ever before, we are more capable of our own weaving. We don’t ask permission, we lay in sovereignty under our floors, nailing up the planks, so our feet have a strong standing to witness.
Lets make tradition simmer, lets trust the mark, and the marker making room for the open space it needs. Quicken, quickening, quickened, now that’s a language to wait for.
That’s a language to move out of the corners, nail it above the door, witness the portal it opens and know you are wicked on purpose, intentional, growing, leveraging a new beat that drums out the numbers, makes code the Portal and shares them with everyone.
Is this naughty or is this nice? Is this good, or is this bad? Is this primary, or is this secondary. Is this first class, or is this third? These questions do not matter anymore, Thank heavens!
All this climbing up and down is a chore, and we have lives, many lives, and we have employed many climbs, and we have many steps, and when will we stop to look around?
Notice what is above and below, trill up our ears, so we can exhaust our thoughts into silence, quiet, receivement, recognition, allowing, appreciated.
Finally, the Real gob-stopper. Planing out the force that is really whole, and positioned within you. Take up the spark, equalize the electricity, and hum your life in a new way.
All that sparkles is not gold, all that is gold sparkles, and we make much of this, it is a much ado thing. Much ado about nothing at all, even the ancients knew this, but they quarry for the gold that they thought was there, when in reality it was more alive than they were.
It had the emotions to heal, feel, provide, love, and particlize everything. The idleness in the world is not inside of words, words are alive, have power, internalization, regenerate, activate, initiate, so when given the voice box we were given, the magic of manifesting can Be.
The Fish in the hand provides the necessary Magic to outdo the contractive state of non-being, and allows the oddness to show itself in a variety of ways. Be available for the unusual, the different, the uncalming, the new way of Being seen.
What once was limited is now becoming unlimited and aware of its own numbers, letters, and sounds, so that you are more easily able to be comfortable with the unusual.
Papered Awareness allows you the time to settle into your own unfathomable depth, a depth worth diving for, a depth worth pursuing, a depth worth living.
Increase your own awareness to the sudden, the quick turns of the page flipping, and you will be able to be comfortable with easy.
Easy is Magic, easy is available, easy is Need, Want, Desire, as it informs you of direction and ability. Treat yourself as informed, treat yourself as able, treat yourself as willing, and the Magic will appear and support you in ways you do not know.
Be the one who is willing to be whole and complete, able to thread the needle with the new, the unusual, the fibered and woven present with the future, so your past can rest within its own basket.
Pocket yourself inside the lining of your coat, be the space that allows gathering, space that creates room, space that holds you close.
Announce to yourself the ease that now enfolds you, swaddles you with its refinement, and carries you beyond the taught of limit, and into the taut of fabric that holds you within its cradling.
Sew yourself into the story deeper than ever before, bring yourself the front of your looking, and abide by the dearness of your wondering.
What style are you, what type are you, what cloth are you made of that would allow the strangeness to become comfortable.
