Hop In If You Want To Go Deep Inside the Fibers Waiting by Clarity Artists

The Alchemical Rede Magazine

By Clarity 1

2024 January 28 Issue Hop In If You Want To Go Deep Inside the Fibers Waiting Introduction: Speaking rst and not last, speak up and not under, rattling the voice until it can make a sound. Welcome,` one who is willing to speak.

Hop In If You Want To Go Deep Inside the Fibers Waiting The Papered Awareness opened its eyes and you looked around your room, you felt yourself rustling, like you’ve never felt before, and in the ensuing moment of surprise and delight, you went from terror to elation.

You had become your own book, you even had your own owner’s label on the inside, and the Red Threads that stuck out from your spine, where there simply because they had not yet been snipped. 4

There are times when the universe wants to get your attention, and sometimes in no certain way, it just shows up with a planet sitting on your bed, and another resting in the corner.

Let’s not pretend that it hasn’t happened before, but you were probably too young to recall those events with any kind of accuracy. When a transit transits your house, and your sun sign wakes up fully loaded, then its time to pay some serious attention. 5

What in the world were you thinking that a event wouldn’t ever take place…what are the chances of that, seriously. And when you factor in the velocity of our traveling ball of yarn, and a planet, Gaia, then surely you see where this is all going.

The story, or the yarn if you will, is no certain thing, all stories have a penchant of wandering, so when your needle pulling thread just up and decides to take you along. What choice is there really? 6

The circumference of each radius is equal to the sum of its parts, and part of you has a very big clue as to how this all turns out, otherwise you would not have bought the story and put it in the bag that is you.

No, you are not a bagman or a bag lady, but you are the carrier of some fascinating tales that captivate the imagination and expand reality in a way that no other has done before. 7

Magic. Let’s start with that dot, the dot being the centermost point of the point of it all, and the expressions that are emitted, from within it to the outer here, of the shell we’re now on.

Most times you don’t feel it, because you are too close in to the real story of it all, but that comes later, for now you can’t see it because you need to see something else. The drawer you’re in, the seat you’ve taken and the bus stop coming up. 8

The empty spot. The spot that is yours happens once in a lifetime, and with the help, aid, and assistance of both the visible and invisible beings, you are guaranteed a ticket, and ball of your own yarn, and needle to pull thread.

The geomatric lineage that is seeded in the stars, that pronounces shapes with light and color, is the very one that wrapped itself around you and kept you warm, as you were developing into the who of you. 9

The Door of Enter is right next to the drawer of Garden Entry. Your life is not a contest, but you have entered the Garden, and with that you have the ticket that allows you to travel.

Layered and multi-tasked, the mapping gives you the necessary avenues of approach, so that when you arrive, you will have actually gotten there, which is not the same as nearly gotten there.

There are times when what we hope for and what we get don’t look anything alike, but that’s only because we are looking at it from the other side of itself. A coin if you will, another size of the equation.

When something adds up, it just does, and when something doesn’t add up, it just doesn’t. However with numbers, you can re-letter them around, and the equation can change before your eyes. 11

The magic is in the need, want, and desire, and since that is automatically built within you, you have an excellent chance at using it. You’ll notice your ngers getting restless rst, and sooner or later you’ll nd yourself either drawing, painting, or writing.

The Thread is drawn to you within your pulse, and the Mother Tongue is heard from within your own blood rhythm. The Red Thread knows which way the wind blows and for how long.

Taking the sequential numbering in to account, the body aligns with due North and always turns to the right, in order to sight the second star, the star of Home. You can’t help it, it can’t be helped, it is so organic that the body just knows.

Once oriented, you naturally are drawn to creativity, until someone stops you in your tracks, like an ugly comment, or a snide remark, or an unkind teacher, or a uncaring parent or relative. It is relative to your nature to pursue what brings you joy, happiness, and pleasure. 13

Magic is truly based in all of the above, for with magic comes the heart’s opening resonance with your connection and compassion for what is all around you, Nature.

You are a natural, you are a Garden whole and complete within yourself, and if you’ve been badly dug up, or misplanted, or given too much water, or too little, then just know that’s why you are reading this now. 14

Words, letters, numbers have a way of catching up with you and setting things to right. Remember that stars are much more than they appear to be. They are conscious, they are sentient, they emit light to ll time and space with their photonic ingenuity, and they are part of what you yourself are conscious of.

To dangle a participle like that is to dangle a carrot in front of a rabbit’s knows, and since they are the clock keeper’s of pockets, try and remember to always keep a pen and paper handy with you.

Cat’s of a feather ock together, and when the Feylines enter the scene, you know you are in for more than just a grin. Sirius is quite the distance, but with corrugation being the vogue these days, you can count on a visit sooner than later.

The story always unfolds, the pages turn, the letters advance across the page, the screen, the mind, and what appears to be random happenstance, isn’t. There is a beautiful, organic, natural way the Soul comes into Light, the living that you’re doing.

Doing, the biggest thing of all, matched by the ringing in your ears, as the notes to follow sew, and needling you to get to it, get to what it is you truly most want to do. This story, the one you’re in, the one you are reading, is what we call awakened dreaming.

The drawer you were in is now opened, and you nd that what was totally familiar is still familiar, but somehow di erent, and it happened within a few short sentences.

The mathematical calculation, to get from here to there and back again, is astronomical, but words fold time and space easily. Transporters, transponders, transmitters, the transformation of consciousness, all harnessed inside the curves a letter makes.

We are caught by the most beautiful hand, the most gentle hand, the most gracious hand of divine import, and our landing is soft and sweet and to the point. Zero, touch down. 18

Gravity shifts when you are in the middle, and the circumferic edge is cutting through to a new idea. Leaping like a rabbit is good here, go ahead a leap with that new idea.

The loose end of what reaches, and narrows itself through the needle of adversity, can also thread through the ease of di erent, consoling no other than you, because the intention is full, and had been waiting for your need.

Your need is often forgotten as something speci c. There is the moving through days, that allows little breath, little thought of what is between. The nature of going through is given a sequence that the Thread knows, and what needles it through a point of reference, is waiting for the answer.

Each moment we ask, we drop a needle down into and through our questions, and it is made real and fresh to the mind. The full perspective of knowing is through the intentional longing, a creative longing, not disconnected from its own imagination.

We locate small morsels of the technology of time travel, and we learn, that through this allowing of layers, we can nd our way through most kinds of ber and words. We regulate the threads of the layers, and open ourselves to the challenges that bers move, and the great witness of thread count we can engage.

We are full and aware of what is moving through the speech of our day. We care for more, as many start to care for less. We must own the space we carry, and allow it to breach the silence, and create the ease of what we have already asked it before, and are equipped and ready.

In this we are potential, we are the acorn laying below the great Oak, with all the threads and beginnings mapping an emulation of a great tree to come into place, that we are part of.

The acorn, being the seed memory of all that has dreamed large and tall and strong. It is this dream that created the great Oak, barriers after barriers are grown through, and the Light still gives nurturance. 22

When we see the pitch coming, we know the black is beginning to arrive, and this is where day and night meet, future and past, tomorrow and now, large and small, all part of the great story, that reached down and picked up the technology held within the acorn seed.

There is so much pleasure in this, that forests exist, they are from the Existial of this need. The depth of dedication is moved through the Earth, and nds its place in the pitch of Black, and this is where the conversation begins.

In a small dark place, the idea of wide permeates the Black, and the stretch embodies itself, as the holiness of life longing becomes itself.

We are the parts of all the needs, and all the needs are the parts of us. When we try to le our life down, we only increase the current, the water breaks and the e ort stretches out, as a new Oak tree.

A new being of strength, that can accompany a new mistletoe, that is partnering with its ability to heal the most hopeless of things.

At times the small is felt, and the large seems overwhelming, and the breath can’t breathe, and the joy can’t be felt, but it is the mistletoe that knows the worry of these things, and climbs high, to gather the essence of what heals her at is greatest height. 25

The leaning into, is the conversation with the reality of what one needs, then the want can grow, and the mouth can speak what lies at the very tippest top of most trees within.

The spoken formation, of the fermentation of what brews and passes on the grace of ease, is striking the need twice, so the plot can bend into a new time. 26

The scholar of truth is an alchemical rede, that invites the tilt, and employs what balances out the formula of occasion, marks its own calendars when the esh is not watching, and there are things that mend, not expected, but gifted to the mind.

The regular space, of the need to be in the action of coming through, is what makes life living. As the climb is threaded through the intake, it helps master the relationship between. What one feels one needs, and is mapped out into a sequence, that begins to arrive.

You lay out the rope, you wait for it to fold into your waiting time and you attach it to your dock. It arrived without begging, it arrived without crawling, it arrived without naughty or nice.

Your wish is its question, your wish is what inspires the need to live. Chronolize the importance of yourself, and why time counts the spaces you live in. Is it in a hurry, or is it truly treasuring the very time you exist? 28

Is time counting, because it is treasuring every second you live? How many times do you think you’re late, like Alice? You are only being time, and you clock the presence of your being as you ask for more.

Rounding up all your clocks and putting them in your pocket, as if you have acquired all the time in the world, now you have a pocket watch, that pockets your life into safety, ease, and never late. 29

Turn your pockets inside out, and you still have more than enough time to set the table, and put on the Tea. Not one to be late, you can easily be ready for the guest of yourself. Put out the Long Spoons, for others are arriving, too.

When the mouse appears, with a sword as small as a needle, and you thread his message, and set it on the Fairylines, you know there is certainly more to see, because it is in the cards. 30

No heads roll here, the round shows up as the rim of the saucer, and of the bowl, and we sup from them each. We are fed with the joy of listening to this story being told, knowing all along we are, and were, a part of its reason for being.

The Tea Party is about to begin again, and we are the guest to our own setting. Keep close to the letters and numbers, count yourself lucky that this is the rabbit whole that you found yourself in. 31

Conclusion: All the ghosts of past are now willing to administer rst aid for your future.

Publishers: Su.Sane & Robert Hake, Clarity