Moving The Rumble by Clarity Artists

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity

Moving the Rumble

2026 February 22nd Issue

Moving the Rumble

Waking up inside your skin each day, after the bones have rattled all night, and the snow of winter has fallen, and the spring is too far to reach for, and the fall is too far in the past.

We wake up when we wake up, and the skin we are in follows us around like a puppy wanting to be fed. Who do we invite into this skin of ours? What lead story do we listen to?

The Red Thread weaves all the sounds of the Omniverse for you, so that you can catch the next strand of the thread of your Spoken. When have you spoken to your skinned knee and elbow, or your skinned hand, as it grabs the meaning of the object? What constitutes your right from your left, and which one is better than the other? How long have you favored one over the other, because you were encouraged to continue using that one?

Where are the lists that mark time with the amount of spent, and why are some turnings more remarkable than others, and who decides all this. What skin are you in today?

Every single breath you take, the skin of you expands, and whether you feel expanded or not, is not the question, the question is why are you here?

What time of day are you in your skin enough, to be what you most want to be?

“Wow, so that’s how it is today,” said Alice, “a whole lot of questions the skin of you is Story-ing. That makes for a need for tea, and plenty of it.”

The Dormouse, who is always close at hand, shot across the Table, just in time to place a cup beneath the pouring of the teapot.

“Good one,” said the Rabbit, with his pocket watch in hand, “ good timing with the cup and saucer, but then you’ve always had a way with Table settings.”

“Thanks,” said the Dormouse, not used to receiving compliments from the Rabbit, thinking him too distant to really pay attention to the details.

When you feel a Rumble, you know the skin you have is made strong enough for you to handle it, whether it comes from the left or right, whichever hand, side, or direction, you are capable of dishing out the tea.

“Overnight can be such an express, that when you wake up, and the express train has barreled through, you still can feel able to move forward, knowing the skin you are in is a good ﬁt,” said the Cheshire Cat.

“Nice thing is,” said the twins, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, “ you can turn inside out your perspective, and what was so huge becomes smaller than an ant.”

Breath organizes thought, the inﬂow displaces the exﬂow and what was permanent momentarily, becomes dissolved, so that you can compile complementary components into reliable constructs.

Once you activate patterns that assist you, your rumble diminishes and the skin you are in relaxes its signals, so that you are able to ﬂow with ease.

Your Papered Awareness is light years in the making and ready each day, as you slip back into your skin every morning.

We are not a bag of bones, we are the numbers, letters, and digits integrated to be mobile and conscious in light/ sound and in time/space, so that we can gather and hunt the wanted, needed, and desired.

Accountment is an age of prosperity that engenders the exact moments that open doors of Plenty. Once opened the Ease ﬂows beyond the Rumble and creates a renewed sense of Acceptance of the Unlimited.

The Rumble connects one unstable event to another, so that what seemed available seems to be unreachable, however, the ﬁeld is now open for the continual leap.

This continuous leap is assisted by the Imprintsial Patterns that penetrate any impediment with light frequency that connects sound to opportunity, aligned with Center.

The Dot, suited in Skin, connects inner and outer, so that the reason of Existial Presence is fashioned into formation that creates conscious mobility and the ability to Story-tell what is Day and what is Night.

Page by page the telling adds up, the letters and number amount to the composite material of Body of Work, this means that what was once thought, can now become.

Light penetrates the Day, and the Skin you are in responds easily to connection and mobility. Each Day unfolds so that mobility can ﬂow, the ﬂow an accountment of numbered letters.

Following the silken thread of desire, we can needle through almost anything. Watching the Pulse of regret shift out into a Pulse of relationshipial desire.

We corner the aspects of our emotional status and begin to relate in our world in a whole new way. The emotional conference of language becomes more lifted, and less grounded in a state of holding on.

Lifted up and out of the daily integrities, we become more allocated for the sound of wonder, and belief beyond control.

We learn to believe in what is lifted up more than what is pushed down. We learn to allocate our needs more to joy, than a circumferic grounding.

This is in actuality a more natural state of our being. The reluctant parts of living become more clear and moveable, so that the distance we seek is understood.

We are the notch in a ribbon that can combine itself with yards of ribbon, that eager a ﬂowing can can be emulated in our daily life.

We are more relationshipial in this space and our intention is more gravitated to the collaboration to the large and small that embers as a part of a whole that supports itself from within.

The negotiable part of self becomes more allowing in the parts of need, and becomes realized because it is needed.

The very ﬁrst travel of our inner selves we start remembering, and the reason of why becomes negotiable with our longings.

We are not here for the tear down, we are here for the build up and the built upon. We navigate from many boxes, that nest within themselves, as a Square begins to enlarge consciousness, a built system of equational knowledge, folding and folding the revealable need.

When what was once held as fact is folded in is natural, the softness begins. The equational momentum becomes ﬂesh and the fact of Self becomes emopized as content.

The purposeful beginning of life in these times is a commentary most written upon. The veriﬁed nature of existence is more canonized, as beyond self-realized.

The frequency of past and present is synchronized and sped up. Light your life with the economy of yourself as you begin to rule your own expectology.

When the snake of past sheds into the horse of present, the activation will begin, and the meaning will dissolve into understanding.

Shed not upon each other, but within your own realm, and share the resistance with change. Pace and conception run together as wildings, and there is no perception that can completely understand, except the future.

The wilderness of thought is more travelled in this time, and we must learn to engage better shoes, better boots, better protection.

The purpose ﬁlls us and we drink in the courage that arrives just in time, to be exactly who we are. No deﬁcit, no unforgiven, no unplanted, just marked, ready, and aware.

When the wilderness begins to meet us front to head, we bow down into its leverage and become grateful for our days underground, and the knowledge we have gained to live above.

We parent ourselves, we hold our small, we cradle our new, and we strengthen our legs. We become a running form of purchased ability, that stabilizes the time we now stand in.

At times we are overcome by our ability to be run over, driven through, sat on, blamed for, not honed. There is an integrity greater than this that it often feels unformed, unrooted, unattached, unwound, unthreaded, unabsorbed, unrecognized, unrevealed, unpromised, unsaturated.

The connected in our time often feels unconnected and we wait in a small residence to survive. Positioned ﬁrst for life, then for love, then for memory, we awaken to what is more important than these.

The tonic that lasts is the tonality of what we are singularly, and that singularly connects to another that singularly connects to another till the connections form an embodiment.

An embodiment of Will that changes the formulations of what was.

We point all our references out that we now need to point all our references in, and this will create the speed momentum, that we need in the year of the Horse.

Mote It Be. Mote it has been, Mote it Be, Mote it is, and Mote it will Be. Coming closer to the source of our very connection, we create a reclamation prayer for our Existence.

We wind ourselves into a true ball of connected Red Threads, that spins out Gold, like Rapunzel, in a tower that promises freedom when we are done.

Throw down your golden hair to allow it long and held, in its power of sovereignty to help you get grounded in the world to come.

What was once has become twice and the twice is moved into a place of Center, so that the travel is registered complete and the over is begun.

You are over the un of done, you are over the un of not completed, you are over the un of heard, felt, and known. You are in your Skin for the reason you chose to be.

The Rumble is fading into the past and the present is picking up the new threads that keep sewn what is being woven, so that the Fabric of Cloth is witnessed through you.