The Alchemical Rede Magazine Windows, Doors,
and More
By Clarity
Windows, Doors, and More
Introduction: Speaking forward inside the grid, I allow no calcification of my Soul.
2026 April 5th Issue
Windows, Doors, and More
We open whatever windows we want, when we want, how we want, and where we want. Want, a very powerful word, equal to need and desire. An opening motion, movement, a direction. Sovereignty, the full weight of Lightness, levitational motion, movement, and direction. We center ourselves with the swaddled nature of Mother Tongue language, language that sews the Red Thread into each fabric.
Presentation, an act of Intention, a connection point, a Zero in the Fabric of Being. Hivial in nature, a Bee in the Bonnet of Aester, Goddess of Light and Bee-coming.
Honeyed with the extraction of the Comb of Endurance, we master the ability to hold our Sovereignty, and Hum our way through the fibers of existence.
Remembering to cover the Comb with the waxed cloth, we are able to safe-guard the endeavors, the hard work, the time put in, the spell of letters casting their Magic beyond words.
We elicit the evokement of the Sacred, and we Intention our way forward with each step, each inhale and exhale, each eye-flight from one to another. We expand the positive and shrink the negative.
The Alchemy is forever present, and we account for its presence, because we called it to ourselves, and once called, it is a life-long companion.
Shake it loose and it comes back, wash it out and it comes back, cast it aside and it comes back, give it away and it comes back, it is your Calling that names it yours.
As we continue to advance the letters, numbers, and words, to fit each and every occasion, we remember to add rise to the unleavened.
The bread of our words sustains the hungriest of our moments, and recognizing how and where they came from, which window did they've been fly in through, which door did they appear in, what more did they anchor for you?
Questions that appear when needed and called for, connections that matter, and create the woven tapestry that lands all around us when we need it most.
There was a time when what was wasn’t, and that time no longer is. Just you listening to the sweetness of the Hive.
Humming creates a place to play in any given moment, and all moments are given. The gift of breath places you Squarely on the Path of Sorts, In Sorts, and Out of Sorts, places to be in your Sovereignty differently.
“Come, set another place at the Table, this time for yourself”, said Alice, looking all crisply ironed and starched, “and don’t forget to wash your hands.”
She seemed extra intent on getting things ready, as if it was going to be a really big day, although everyone knew she knew each day was a really big day, that all days are big, when you are aware of your own Papered Awareness.
Language, one of the accounting of Consciousness as it forms matter before you, and matter that matters brings the relief and results that pave the path of Ease, with the Magic of Luck.
The Luck of the breath, the luck of the draw, the luck of Time and timing, each patterns itself through your steadfast companion, Alchemy.
The Alembic Egg, each time a renewal, each time new, each time companion to Alchemy, so no wonder when the new egg shows up and gives you the gift of its knowledge database. Codial in scope, and wise beyond number.
Ancient doors are ready to be oiled with the honey of the Hive, it hinges on your desire to see what the I-Sight is willing to See.
Marking time with the rhythmic resonance of number equations, allows you to register the notes most helpful, as we adjust to the sounds that nurture, we can register individual sovereign notes: G, C, E, D.
The resonance of sound; the tone, the timbre, the hue, all add up to the exact proportion necessary to complete a trajectory that lands you within yourself, so that you hear the dissonance and complete the harmony.
Humming, the play within the voice that opens the throat to the sweetness of Sound, and the likelihood of completion. Intention holds you into the breath that resonates Compassion, Love, and Well-Being.
The Dormouse adds salt and pepper to the Table, “There, that will balance most everything, you can even put some of it in your Tea, if you so choose.”
Alice laughed, “ You are such a wonderful host to so many, and the fact that you are willing to entertain so many, is a testament to your fortitude.”
The Dormouse went all crimson and bowed a small curtsy, at which the Cheshire Cat appears,”You are such an addition to the Table”, referencing the small nature of the Dormouse and the ability to scamper amongst the china teacups and saucers, silverware and water tumblers.
Waking up to the call of the difference, I shuffle myself and allow my hair to raise up and fall. Hair, the female power. We comb it, we grow it, we brush it, we pull it back, we pull it forward, we put it up on top of our head, or let it hang down over our whole body.
We shave it, we control its growth, we rubberband it, net it, and we call it power. The longer it is, the more power it holds. We master the art of hair as women and men.
Hair is power, hair is grief, hair is loss, hair is gain. Where we are inside, our hair talks, talking hair. Speaking each day about where we are each day inside and out, whether we like it or not.
So hair is power, Voice, sexuality, our commonness, and it bristles up when we are angry, calms down when we are sad. It flows out in endurance, and it tightens and tangles when we cannot decide which way to go, or given up, or just rebel.
Hair, something not to be looked over, forgotten about, hidden. It is a voice of power that grows from the inside, so watch your hair, be aware of the direction its going, and don’t trip over it, or tangle it in your toes, or get it caught in your comb.
Be sovereign with your hair and your hair will be sovereign with you. Placing tolerance in your path, and braiding your hair all the way down to the end, straightens your feet in the tolerance of the path straight ahead.
Your personality gives you away, when your hair falls down in your face, and you can’t quite see out, or take the time to have a conversation with your power.
The long hare is so Wick-ed that the Green is literally pushed up from under itself and the eggs of our new longings begin to rustle in the nesting.
This is time of nestial, nestial visions, nestial feelings, nestial memories, and nestial signs of new beginnings, better arrivals, and watered solutions.
This is not a spring aridy, one that allows emotinary awareness, creative solutions, softer hearing, and embodiment protections, and small bodies curled up in a ball to protect the new beginnings that begin to realize they are there.
We hold the distance and we curl around it. We wrap ourselves into its folds and travel deeply, just as we listen deeply, as we breathe deeply, and hear the notes of what brings Luck, Ease, and Magic.
It opens windows, it opens doors, it opens more than you ever thought possible. We can bring the distance into view with Ease through the breath. Breathe deep, listen deeper.
Create, create, create, play, play, play, it is the way of the future. It is the Ease of the future, it is the Luck of the future, it is the Magic of the future.
We are surrounded with so much that is filled with wonder, so much that contains joy, so much the has the More within it, that the breath can guide you to with Ease.
Ease is a companion, just like your own Alchemy, and when combined with Luck and Magic, the winsome combination, you are able to advance beyond the limitational field that dampens enthusiasm.
Bring forward the companions, as you breathe that breath just given to you, and create the play field energies that allow you the space and place to be Sovereign.
Becoming more insight, like Tulip, I rise up through the confusion, the panic, the overwhelm, and I see the Light of the Garden above.
I embed a new lineage, because I’m ready, I’m new, I’m re-wired. Pointing upward promising the substance I have waited for. Patience calls me another sister, and I honor myself in all the ways I have not before.
I conjure up the courage to leave, to stay, but allow the old to fall down into ruins and conjure up new. The Whale Rider returns to bring the Deep from below, up to the Light of Above.
Call up your Shark, your Whale, your Dolphin, your Swordfish, your Frey, and know the Deep scares you no more.
Know your own Pulse, know your own Red Thread, know your own Key, Watch, and Speed.
