The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Holding The Matter Of Myself
Introduction:
Pivoting one foot to support the other, we now intention reality awareness.
2025
May 25th Issue
Holding The Matter Of Myself
I Matter, You Matter, We Matter, caught in the holding Grace of Existence. Knitted into the Fibers and Weave of the Cloth of Existence, the Cloth of Witness, and the Fibers of Deep Listening.
That is how important we have been, are and are becoming. “There is no Place like Home”, said Dorothy, as she put Toto back on solid ground.
Fairytales, Stories, are the Fibers, the Sticks, the Pens and Pencils, of our Life. We are constantly aware of the Need, Want, and Desire, of not only ourselves, but others, who are hungry for Nurturance, Compassion, Love, and Well-Being that these provide.
The Imaginal Realm is essential for everyone’s Health and Well-Being, so necessary are these things, that the breath holds in its elements the components that allow us to Exist.
Powerful are the Stories, powerful is the Imagination, powerful are the Hopes that unfold. We are caught into the weft and weave of that which spins us into Life.
Knitted together are the Stories that form ancient bonds with our deepest nature, Stories that gather us up and gently place us within the Home of ourselves. This is game-changing and has the ability to heal.
What matters that has you aching to share to your closest ally and friends. Something of your deepest truth, something that has been with you since childhood, something that stands out as a motivator?
Where and when did the spin of ancient wanderings turn into language, into letters and numbers, when did equations shape themselves into who you are, and what you need to say?
Why does your mouth work sometimes and sometimes not? Who put Dorothy’s Red Shoes into the middle of your birthday cake, and how did the Yellow Brick Road get built outside your house?
These are all very good questions, but not something that most people ponder, because most people are not like you, and if you are reading or hearing this, then neither are you.
“Curiouser and curiouser”, said Alice, as she went about cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom and bottom to top, and then sideways for good measure. “One thing’s for sure, Kansas is not in England.”
The amount of good knowledge that comes from splitting metaphors, and splicing analogies is tremendous, especially when you have a deeper listening practice, one that includes the essential nature of your Purpose.
The Red Thread penetrates with the precision of the Needle, as you mark your course with your determined Will ratcheted up close to your Existial Presence. This determination navigates you forward.
Breaking rank with your old self, your Nu Self becomes what you lead with, not what you follow. Right foot forward creates a path that opens easily before you, and you feel the difference.
Marking your way, by including a path to assisting others, will bring you quickly to a pattern of sharing what you have been given to express. This enables the forward momentum to grow.
Plant yourself deeply and regain lost time. Plate up and send it through the pass through, so it ends up on the other side of hunger. Reach through yourself, and make bigger the joy and happiness, rather than the tight of hinge and the lock of never.
Story yourself past the opening, be in the Nu room, make believe you are the Nu character that has such an easy time with everything.
Once you knit yourself into Place, you can begin to entertain the idea that marking and making, listening and hearing, hearing and speaking are all great ways to entertain others, as well as yourself.
Hold the matter of yourself, within the circle of your Square, so that you are able to express yourself in a way that is comfortable and meaningful to you, as well as others.
The Red Thread, those micro-fine strands, follow a lineage of Soul Pulse, and as you attune to its resonance, you become more and more able to hear rhythmic harmonies that evoke nurturing and joy.
Where’s the joy, happiness, and that sense of Well-Being that comes with alignment? We are at a cross-roads, the Zero Point, the Tapping Space of no deficit.
Anchored into our cellular makeup are the Salts that remember the Mer of our marking, and the resonance of our Pitch. We are the tuning resonance of the Right Foot forward, and the Ancient Path of Sand.
The depths of Water and Sand, two components creating an Ancient Resonance that does not divide, but rather brings together. Plate up your meal of Ocean, and dive into the meaning of Shore.
At the Edge, the reach is ready, and what was thought lost is found. Planetary in its elements, the Salt Water is a call that drifts with the tide, and the Moon locks its rotation in sync with Gaia, so you only see one side of what is.
The Imaginal Realm travels beyond light speed; folds, bends, creases, and corrugates Time and Space, so that limit is then seen as the illusion it is, and you are free of its gravity.
Levitation is the ability to feel Joy, Happiness, and WellBeing, each composed of Compassion and Love. The true markers of the Ancient Way of Being, let Each, the Grey Mare carry you forward. You do not have to do this journey alone.
Susanna’s World, our series of books for children, are guides through the Real, so that your Presence is noted as worthy, and your child-self is not left in the dark.
Out of time is not an option, when Time is sitting at the Table drinking Tea, and eating raspberry scones. What kind of world have you gotten yourselves involved in?
Why is it you are entertained by it, why are stories so important to your body? Where do you truly fit in, and why is it so important to you?
The Need is there, the Want and Desire are there for the accompaniment, so the reason is Right Around the Corner, and this is where the Platonic solids come in.
Squaring the Circle, the Moon in orbit, becomes cornered within universal laws of physics.
The psychic physics of maths and memory are intuitive links through the lineage of numbers and letters, combining and re-combining into thoughts that form sequence.
The sequence of fractal, the sequence of number, the sequence of letter, each an Alpha bet that rides the Mare of Grey. In the lead, the Alpha is essential as First, a position of Before and After, not a rank, but a Sound willing to be said Before and remembered After.
Yes, is a nod to the First Before, an acknowledgment of Gratitude, a registry of Gratefulness. We are Each on the Grey of Mare, the Mother Tongue riding through our mouthes, the Sound in our throats, emerging Recognition.
We knit together our Words, our Numbers, Letters, and Stories, so that as we feed ourselves, others are fed as well. The Table has been set for a very long time, time to open the restaurant within yourself and let the patrons in.
Matched in no particular order, your cellular makeup sings within its own harmonical tones. Hum your way through to the other side, hum your way through the day, hum your way through your own caught-ups. Are you caught in something, or are you actually caught up.
Whether the radial circumference is Squared or not, you are roomed in your breath, and as you breathe, you are able to share the Red Thread of Resonance with whom ever you gather around you.
I gather that you are ready to share yourself with others? You who are the brainchild of your own thinking, all those days of a knitted brow, wondering, and now a time to share what all that knitting was about.
Look at the layout, multiply the affect, then times the effect that a Sound can shift the frequency, to alter the coarse, and change the direction. Take the Note of G; Gratitude, Grounded, Granted, and see what you are capable of.
“There is no Time like the Present”, said Alice, as all looked at the newly unwrapped pocket watch, “today is such a wonderful way to spend it, so a toast to Time and all it has given us.”
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum sat right next to Tick and Tock, honored guests at the Table of the Long Spoon. On the one hand Tick seemed to be ahead of the game, and on the other hand Tock seemed only seconds behind.
The Cheshire Cat looked at his wrist and watched it disappear, and grinned a grin from ear to disappearing ear. All smiles and timed to perfection, Chessie had a train of thought that reached right past the moment and into memory.
The Chesapeake Railroad, with its starched white pillows, and Chessie emblem, dreamed a ride in childhood that got us from there to here. Train ride, train whistle, changing trains in the middle of the night, all part of the ride to here.
Train of thought, as it curves around the bend, numbers and letters itself, into happenstance and Mystery. Alchemy always is a surprise, and the main course to evolvement, and involvement. We map and navigate the layers of the course we’ve taken on.
The omniverse is our Conscious Connection, the dots connect and the obvious is the Mystery, forever unfolding its Red Thread from the Mother Skein, the Pulse that binds us all.
I open to my Need, I open to the Stitch of me, and I Knit through the Sound of my becoming. When the Spoken meets the Knitted Word of Intention, the woven through is needled and recognized as Real.
The full momentum of Real is now integrating the Soul Path of our world. The Squaring up of what is too curved to ride through is necessary, and permitable.
The whole surface of written is now being touched with a new point of reference that marks the hand with the Pointed Rede, and the intention moves Squarely into Place.
There is no deception here, just the perception of what now Is. We are trinary coded for the marking of Space, and the fulfilling of Need as the Rede penetrates the Soul of the Lotus.
The point of Purpose seems a bit maverick, but the holster knows how to hold the gun, so the western draw can make its mark and codify what it peels back, for the integrity of All.
The Blade Runner is what rises from the mud, pushes through the Water up into the air, so the bloom can be fortified with Life. The making of the Soul is intentional, and the more habitat it owns, the better the consumption of Self.
The atmospheric consequential reference is now being needled into place, so that the atmospheric fold can initiate and increase the momentum.
Reality is a modality, and to continue as a solar system we need to create new touch keys. These touch keys, we have not used in time, but we have out of time.
The fragile potency of what we call Life is more indicative of the Squaring Potentiality of the Question. The Question marked with speed, must now be able to allow a Divination system, that codifies the meaning of each Question and Answer.
The mapping of this space is done by the allowing of the Tapping of the Spirit upon the Soul. Tap, tap, tap, is the repeated following of intentional motivation.
Now canonized as a saintly provisional system that allows the Soul to touch the Mind, and create a new system awareness, where both are aligned fully in the memory of Life.
Acquaintance and memory unite the Mind and Soul in integrity of what intentional momentum can acquire for the Existial Self.
Closure:
Closing all the drawers of my past, I create a completely new sideboard.
