It has been a week or more since the last post about our recent workshop in Wales… illness got in the way of finishing the series, but it would be
Author: Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Going west – An uneasy peaceGoing west – An uneasy peace
Where do you begin when you have to write about a cathedral? Each chapel, every corner, every nook and cranny is replete with art and history. The sensory input is
Going west – the accidental touristGoing west – the accidental tourist
Frankly, I thought it appallingly bad planning. Could the town not have chosen a different day to ceremonially install their new mayor? It isn’t as if we hadn’t advertised our
Going west – where ancient sites collideGoing west – where ancient sites collide
Wreathed in mist and roses, the Mother greets those who visit the sacred spring of St Non. The little shrine to the Virgin was erected in 1951 when the Passionist
Going west – The chapel in the mistsGoing west – The chapel in the mists
The chapel of Our Lady and St Non perches no more than a few yards above the steep cliffs and clear waters of the bay. Rising beyond a bank dotted
Going west – a ‘misty, moisty morning’Going west – a ‘misty, moisty morning’
We had enjoyed two glorious days of sunshine in Pembrokeshire. Drawing back the curtains of a room that had boasted a clear view of the sea the night before, it
September…September…
Circles beyond time – Seeking the Seer September 2016 If you have been enjoying the recent posts about the Silent Eye’s weekend workshop in Wales…why not join us in September
Mister Fox and the Green ManMister Fox and the Green Man
In previous years, the Silent Eye has released a workbook after the annual April workshop. In Song of the Troubadour and Land of the Exiles, we published the script of
Going west – cider with BessieGoing west – cider with Bessie
For once, I wished I wasn’t driving. I wanted to stop every few minutes and get the camera out… the whole area is very beautiful, but the road between Nevern
Going west – Pentre IfanGoing west – Pentre Ifan
It is a magical place. You are in no doubt of that as you walk along the path to the site. Hoary stones nestle in the hedgerow. Bluebells, those delicate
Going west – walking with angelsGoing west – walking with angels
We didn’t have to climb the whole height of the mountain; there is a makeshift car park about halfway up. I was glad of that, as my poor, much abused
Going west – and getting lostGoing west – and getting lost
Our little convoy left the ancient site playing follow-the-leader on the narrow roads. The car in front of me had instructions, in case we lost the lead car, on how
Going west – Carreg Coetan ArthurGoing west – Carreg Coetan Arthur
This was the third dolmen we had visited in three days whose name tied it to the legendary King Arthur…and three times three is a magical number. It is certainly
Going west – Carreg SamsonGoing west – Carreg Samson
The jaws had dropped, the expletives had escaped and the cameras were out almost as soon as we exited the car. Even from a distance, Carreg Samson was spectacular, set
Going west – wild thingsGoing west – wild things
As we walked towards Carn Llidi, we were surprised to see a little herd of Welsh ponies grazing on the hillside. These hardy and resilient ponies still live a semi-feral
Going west – Coetan ArthurGoing west – Coetan Arthur
Arthur’s Quoit came as something of a surprise.The huge neolithic tomb rises from the plateau behind St David’s Head, the angle and ridge on the capstone seeming to shadow the
Going west – A field of peaceGoing west – A field of peace
We gathered by Whitesands beach, just outside St David’s in Pembrokeshire… a small group of people from all walks of life, putting aside the cares and pressures of the daily
Where the stones whisper…Where the stones whisper…
“They say the stones sleep. That they are old and forgotten… voiceless. Is it so, little sister? Are they silent…or do they dream, the long, slow dreaming of aeons.
The tale of a fishThe tale of a fish
I’ve inherited an aquarium, for the second time. The first time it was a gift when a friend’s husband passed away…she needed to re-home the fish and, knowing my younger
In front of our eyes… by ‘The Sailor’.In front of our eyes… by ‘The Sailor’.
Companions studying with the Silent Eye submit weekly journals to their supervisors. Inevitably, given the shared journey, friendships build as formality fades. We learn of each other’s lives and families
Join us for our next event…Join us for our next event…
“On the screen of inner sight a single glowing point of light that seems farther than the farthest star, yet closer than the sun. Between her and the light nothing
Faith, Belief or Gnosis – Did Gawain have Faith? by The Patrician LadyFaith, Belief or Gnosis – Did Gawain have Faith? by The Patrician Lady
The Patrician Lady is a much-loved and respected member of the esoteric community who, for the last two years, has shared her own perspective on the subject matter of the
Morning mistsMorning mists
Six a.m. on a Sunday morning; woken by the rain on the window, I have been awake for over an hour. The hotel is a field away from the sea
Our next event… Whispers in the WestOur next event… Whispers in the West
The Silent Eye’s next event is an informal weekend in Pembrokeshire, Wales. Come along and join us! Shake off the Winter blues – Anticipate the Summer ahead and book now
GenerationGeneration
One of the most wonderful things about the Silent Eye workshops is the coming together of like-minded people. That like-mindedness is not one of conformity. Within the group who attended