The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
Lean Into It
Introduction: Promise me you will start today, and promise yourself you will be there before you are done.
2025 November 2nd Issue
Lean Into It
Into a new Space, into a new Time, a month becoming different from the one before, November being this particular month of our becoming more than the preceding us.
Counting all your eggs before they hatch, allows you the edge of knowing how many Alembic moments are going to present themselves into a coherent assemblage.
We are concocted of many parts of ourselves, and as we entertain the possibilities of travel, discovery, and discourse, we average out the measure of our own personal skein.
The rolling up and unwinding of a great many moments, allows us the consciousness to gather up what is coming for what is going, in this we feel movement through Time, and discovery through Space.
What Space are you sitting on today? What Time do you feel you are able to thread through, and how is the relief of it counting on you to move forward with your feet on the roundedness of your oddness.
Where are you wanting, how long are you feeling, at what point do you desire, when do you need? All exactly good and loyal questions, with such wonderful results that when you listen, you find.
Finding out can be supportive to the finding in, that is beginning to happen more and more, to more and more people.
Papered Awareness opens each new month with its own Red Thread of Becoming. The reach into the moments is a way of grounding the forward into the Present, the one that brings us what a Real Moment contains.
How Real are we, when we open the Beginning to the Unfolding. Each Month, each day, each hour, minute, second, rolling out our pathway into the Becoming we are always Being.
Count yourself lucky, that today is the next day from the last one you made yourself through. Making it through is a very small matter, one that is accomplished by deep listening.
Keeping to small is one of the largest things you can do for yourself, one that moves under and through, without the containment of limitational fields of equational mass.
Lean into it has all the markings of an approach that means well, and captures the moments that create the highest yielding, the yielding being to the power and magic of the Intuitive Imagination.
All things emit from their Origin of Creative Expression, and in order to define what is best is not to take what is worst and make it better, but to take better and make it more.
“The Table is set,” said Alice, “and your name tags are arranged according to Cheshire’s Code of Disappearing and Reappearing, the final draft.
“It is with great pleasure that you are invited into your day, the one that opens your door to the Small, a very large key to traveling the route into Into.
Making the mark is an age old tradition, one that expresses ingenuity, courage, and curiosity. We are mark for the lean. Between the lines, between times, between the measure, we are capable of traveling the Rise and Crest, so that we see the long view.
Over the top, odder than most, leaning into the Into takes a certain amount of courage, and an odd sense of Safety Made Real.
Mounting the moment, you can push off from the sides, left or right, and maintain a level of momentum that penetrates beyond any equational limitation, and proceeds you into a new field of creative Expression.
Rounding any corner, permits you to edge past containment, and opens up Portals that were not seen before.
Creating a Threaded Moment, the Red Thread is needled into Place, and the Point is Place at Zero. The Dot is found, so that the Place is Homed in, and the Realization is settled.
We are inside the Great Adventure, and have been all along, but Realization comes only when the Leaning is producing the opening that equates Compassion, Love, and Well-Being with Arrangement.
Earth, Gaia, is sitting Squarely in the Center of the Dot of Existial Presence, and we are the ones to Lean in the direction of Love, Compassion, and Well-Being.
Touching into the right direction, the left is then able to follow the step of one then the other, until finally, there is a rhythm established that synchronizes.
Harmony is within the placement of the names tagged for the setting of the Table, and the people of choice are completely up to the Cheshire Cat, the one person able to see beyond just the visible.
Appearances are timed and untimed, come and go, as the need is leaned into. We make the mark by our release of limitation, and we renew ourselves through the need for each new moment.
Each new moment is a breath of freshness, and November is this moment that equates itself with the new of 2025.
Timed to perfection, we are written into the language, from the numbers of our equation, beyond the mass of large, because the small keeps up with each moment beyond the gravity of Time.
Color is the frequency of language, when music becomes resonant with thought, and consciousness is able to penetrate the field of Becoming inside the dome of spherical evidence.
Marking our Time creates expression that has weight and meaning with the sound field of compiled evidence that matters into the lean and the elegant.
Leaning into the district of change, opening up a counterpoint that takes bids on difference. Walk a marble across a room and see where it leans, what corner does it announce passage to and from.
Corner yourself for the long distance and the stretch across, one lean to another link of direction. Own up to your Space and forget the lineage that did not.
Purpose yourself inside the bump, the itch, the center adjustment that brings your longings to the surface and begins to touch base with your toes, listen to the drainage as it follows your distance through what sparkles your light, and what ideas sparkle with light.
Was permission given? Or was it forgiven? Or maybe a bit of both? We are not pustules waiting to be popped. We are systems leaning into the courage for the change in validation.
We worry over the rise, and then we step into the fall, and no one understands what has become of us. We cannot look strange, stranger, or even strange enough to make the choice not ours.
We are only waiting for the rise of opinion that bursts up through our envelope, and comes into a message. We eradicate it first from one side and then the other, forgetting the stamp, because it was not mailed or ordered, but yet approved.
The miracle inside of life validated by the pin point at the tip of our signage. We requiem what is old carefully just in case we have to revive it in some way.
We mail out an order for new consciousness and hope that it arrives before we fall back into old ways, old times, old volumes, old values no longer really a safety zone, as was once thought.
We are incarnate, because we are not vegetarians, and Will out the new meat of ourselves, the deep meat of a new idea that can live on this planet as incarnate atoms, Adams. 22
The flower of a new seed in the future is more atommed than Adam, so when we reincarnate or incarnate, or uncarnate, we are merely atoms atomizing what we accept as light.
The spoken problem of this time is more specific to the alpha omega, held within our own alphabetizing way of measuring Time.
Do we count the numbers of it? Do we speak the letter of it? Do we run to the corners and atomize ourselves at a faster speed. or do we stand square for the plea of wisdom.
Spouse or respouse, response or response, print or reprint, all accessed in a coded memory that makes our consciousness now move into a tailspin, and all the times of before of all the times of future spin into this time, this square, this state of knowing.
Preciseness becomes skinny and slithers around like a requirement sneaking up the ladder code of the Kundalini consciousness.
The framework in this time is pictures like a spoke of wheels spinning to curate a new position of Being. Drop your need, drop your caring, drop your curing, and become like a spoke of a Will spinning into one Sovereignty, your own.
Pupilizing the eye till it can see many codes at one time, all mouthes speaking, one tongue of fiber as listening, listening to the hint of color, listening to the breath of texture, listening to the fall of breath before it inhales the distance.
All hearts listen and one breath of fiber raising to the next combing all the factors of wisdom back into the power of need.
Need the fine tooth, need the comb, need the Red Thread of idea, pinning itself to the willingness to listen to all the codes of sound.
To hear what the Rede said, to hear the omitted, to hear the dispersement, to hear the crack, the crack of the egg of the newborn thought, as it arrives to the mystical heart of heard sound.
Plant your reason, plant your seed, plant your breath, plant your longing, spread thick like honey your desire to emulate upon the parched Rede of embracement.
Embrace the longing, embrace the thread of longing, moment the moment, and make it important, square it up, round it out, listen to the squared perspective of an initiated thought, accepted on the tip of the sword of your Soul.
Be the Maven that sorts out the perspective of the Alchemical Rede, directed in your Mind. Announce to yourself your own value and worth.
Look and then lean into the reach that assists us all becoming the Compassion, Love, and Well-being we long for.
The Universal, Galactic, Solar, and Planetary reach requires the Ease to become the standard, by which we breathe ourselves into the Awareness of a Treed life, papered into a branch, a lineage of consciousness.
We are marked by leaning our digits into the area our need, want, and desire, the Omniverse’s version of itself exploring, discovering, and expanding its curiosity.
Timing is timed through the Space that gravitates us toward our own dot of Papered Awareness, creasing us into a folded perspective that squares the entire region into a corrugated Whole Eyeness.
Vision leans into seeing, and Becoming happens as each breath is taken and given back. We are lean, and our leaning provides the motion we most desire.
Closure:
The vile vial file is now poured out, so that you will never drink of it again.
Publishes: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity
