The Alchemical Rede Magazine
By Clarity
The Meaning Of Washed Through Is For The Heart
Introduction: Speaking more than once about the same thing, we begin.
2025 October 5th Issue
The Meaning Of Washed Through Is For The Heart
We are washed through every moment of every day, every breath washes through us and we are renewed. Whether we register it or not is up to us, and how we decide our moments to be.
The Hivial moments buzz around us at such a rate of exchange that we barely take the time to acknowledge the vast amount of support given, Bee cause it is so natural.
We are in the center of a honeyed existence, sweet, and strong, and powerful. The flavors surrounding us are so varied and vast, that to take it all in at once can feel overwhelming.
To create is the greatest gift you can give back to All That Is, and in doing so you are instantly fed as you feed others. This is the Great Moment, this is the way forward in each step, each breath.
Alice, who is so very well aware of this, puts on yet another pot of Tea, and resets the Table, because she knows those that need it, will find their way here, just as she did.
The Hatter, the Cheshire Cat, the Dormouse, and White Rabbit, with that ever ticking pocket watch, all show up at once, because they know without a doubt, that when Alice sets the Table its reason to show up.
They all accept this dynamic, because it always creates Flow, just as the Red Thread flows out of the Skein of Creativity, the air’s breath in and out of the body, these matters of reliability are marks of knowledge and remembrance.
Cover the cost of living, use your creative nature to enhance your life, your living area, your atmosphere and environment, and listen deeply to those so ancient that their leaves reach over your head.
Be over your head in something, be over your head in overwhelm, be over your head in what you know, be over your head in what your feel, and be over yourself, so you can get on with the Flowing Thread of Red.
The Mother Tongue needs your arc of travel, your consistency, your willingness to listen to yourself and come together with others that are doing the same.
Leave behind the no that loses you at every turn, the no that demands you forget, the no that takes your seat of listening, the no that loses your Compassion.
We are washed through so that we remember what we forget, the breath is the gift, breathing room, it comes each moment, how many times a day do we have to remember the Gift?
The Cheshire Cat smiles, “I know its a gift whenever I show up, because I can only show up through sheer Magic. The number equations it takes for the image of anything to appear is immense, and yet so small as to fit on the tip of a pen.”
“3 plus 6 equates 9,” said the Dormouse, “and that completes everything.” Everyone loves it when the Dormouse suddenly, out of nowhere, gives forth.
“Thank you once again,” said Alice, “you are so right, and that leads us to the question. Now, where did that answer go?”
“Accept yourself accept others,” said Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, “we know, because if we didn’t we’d be fighting with ourselves all the time.”
Alice laughed, because she’d seen what it was like when they were at each other all the time, “ I remember, and now you two are so different, and you remain in the Flow of the Threaded Way much much more often.”
“Thanks,” the two of them said in unison, “ twasn’t easy, but you get used to acceptance after a while. It’s like coffee, or wine, or beer, or brussel sprouts , bitter at first, but you get used to it.”
Mark your words with laughter, and the bitter washes out, mark your words with levity, and the bitter washes out, mark your words with compassion, and the bitter washes out.
Assimilate your bitter with Salt, and mark yourself as whaled through, washed up, scored and entrusted with the ocean of emotion, but having caught the wave of Compassion.
Compass, the direction, Compassion, the ion added to the compass, so that you are ready to feel the Heart of everything needed to not be bitter. Better to navigate your own barrier reef, dodge the rocks and coral, and get out to the deeper sea of Vision.
See for yourself, how it is that what can be done by listening to, can be felt by the Heart and lead to the bite being taken out of the Apple.
Knowledge doesn’t require, it is itself, and we are threading into its existence. We are woven through the wash of fiber, and we are knotted and marked, where it is we wish to Be.
The allowing of the watery realm, to wash through our systems, our ideas, our thoughts, our brilliances, making content what is water become meaningful in our alchemy, our alliances, our shepherding of the course of our lives.
To weight down, to stand still like stone, is impossible when water arrives. Water moves stone, it initiates stone, it threads through stone, it inaugurates to initiation of stone.
Water wields the stone like a sword, and uses it for travel. The elongation of life must pour through stone, must thread through the smallest of crevasses of stone, making history and body age.
You can mark stone by the water levels it shows, and the indentations that curve around it, by water’s travel. We are the water held within stone, we are the movement of body and water, moving within and upon stone.
We inaugurated the deepest levels through stone, we shout out and echo through stone, marking our lives with history. We are now in the time of channeling stone, marked by water, levitated by water, and threaded through by intention.
The Wisdom Sound is recorded into stone, is echoed through the whole of stone. At this time we are relocating our echo system after the Portal completion, and we are entering a time when stone can be spoken from.
The following of partnership begins, not from what we figure out, not from what we nail down, not from what we read, but instead what we feel on the edge of things.
What we draw deeper from our Souls, what we begin to make more time for, from what we know is right without doubt, how fast do we pull the weed of doubt how long do we let it grow between what we know and feel.
How many harmonies do not actually heal, what are the final pages of our resources, and how many times do we repeat them, so we never get to the end?
Checking and rechecking, folding and refolding, do we tighten our grip or do we loosen it? Are we the disciplinarian or the mother? Do we listen, or do we repeat what we have been taught?
The many reasons that count for our life are changing and when reason changes, doubt begins to fall away, because trust does not always need reason, it just loves, listens.
Embodiment needs trust, not reason, what is often held because it is worth holding onto often doesn’t have enough reason to hold, but it does have enough reason to actually be.
When the coding begins to be the only reason, the mark of name must lift, so more will come. We are united at this time with the whole world in the falling away.
What was the Wall, the constriction, the contraction, is now the Doorway. The beauty of what this world cannot reason is extensive, and that’s why the sun rises, the oceans deepen, the moon climbs, the sun sets, and the whaling begins.
Eons ago there was no reason, there was just the following, feeling, the rhythm, the narrowing, the cycle. If you cannot read the reasons put it down and begin from your breath, begin from your smell, begin from your taste, begin from your own order of need.
That is all that is real, the other needs reason. Looking to the alphabet of accordance, all the rights, the reason becomes archived as a reality.
Marking the model that molds you, allow your fingers to shape the stone from smell, taste, pressure, wind, breath, insight, vision, emotion.
Sitting there in the middle, where reason hasn’t yet taken sides, feel the wash of heat, breathe in the air of moment and know that the reason may not arrive, but you will continue, because you love it, and feel its pressure of the stone of you.
Wasting not a spit of water, you narrow the tongue of taste of vision, and you look through its buds of realization, that master; water, salt, sweet, bitter, sour, joy, home, memory. occasion, illumination.
One more time you run your hands around the ring, and you know deeply what the ground is, and you know squarely, in line and word.
You are the alchemy of sight and insight. You read in your mind, between written and unwritten, said and unsaid, acknowledged and not acknowledged, purposed and not purposed, these are all in the beginning, before reason can decide what is.
You become reason and the indicator of reason, you become the litmus tape of what is and is not. You score color, like a marker, and all its derivatives of depth.
The waking of Soul, its making and its maker, is a tribunal of revelation. You are the quick, you are the quickener, and you are what’s quickened, and it starts over again, and again, and again, until you are more fixed, than fixing or fixer, and then you can be what you have come to be.
Yes, this is quite a hotspot for those who like the quickening more than to be quick, what is only quick that can complete the Code. And within the quickening you rebel the doorway and the embodiment of quick.
And what navigates you, you bite into, like nails ,and think some way that is the way, to make it through the door, but actually the starting over is all you can do.
To become quick you must receive quickening, and to become quickened, you must embody quick, and it is quick that is capable, to make the mark on time, in time, and without time.
To corrugate yourself, inside the Hall of Knowledge, is to become a quickened mind, that eats quick to survive. Open up the time to the navigator that quickens the Rede, and navigates you home, at a speed that you can survive.
“Quick,” said Alice, “over here, where it is comfortable, where it is easy, where it is cosy.”
What a navigator she is, all it took was falling down a Rabbit Hole, and the words she speaks are from what it took to get from there to here.
The Cheshire Cat, as he was fading from view, gave that iconic smile and said, “Don’t forget to catch up with yourself before you disappear completely, that just won’t do.”
