It has been raining yet again. So much for getting anything done outside today. Walking the dog will be enough. The camera is getting used to it by now. Though
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.
MistletoeMistletoe
This picture was taken in early spring last year, just as the world began to warm itself in the pale sunlight. The place was Pilton, a little village near Glastonbury
Eye of the beholderEye of the beholder
“…item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth.” Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare Let’s be clear… fashions change,
How to make a living as a writerHow to make a living as a writer
It wasn’t her real name but close enough. An author’s nom de plume. Still, seeing it at the end of the printed article gave her a thrill. Every time. I
On ducks and weather…On ducks and weather…
There is a saying here in England, ‘nice weather for ducks’. It is generally used only when it rains, of course. We have it wrong. Summer is nice weather for
‘Claims to ancient reach’?…‘Claims to ancient reach’?…
Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within
Towards partingTowards parting
We left the stone circle in lighthearted mood. The walkers we met all seemed to be smiling broadly… and that included the ones who hadn’t witnessed our antics up there.
The Journey of the FoolThe Journey of the Fool
Some ideas simply arrive fully formulated, coming out of nowhere, with no clues, no warning, and the first thing you know about them is when they come out of your
Bringing in the harvestBringing in the harvest
The heather still shows patches of purple although the massed luxuriance of colour has now faded; the bracken begins to turn to bronze and the autumn mists swirl in. Even
Author’s NoteAuthor’s Note
On a rather bleak day, when I was feeling low for some unspecified reason, the first complete chapter of Dark Sage landed in my inbox and had me laughing out
Petals of the RosePetals of the Rose
Petals of the Rose Guided Journeys Sue Vincent A collection of guided meditations, designed to open aspects of the personality in as gentle and natural way as the petals of
‘The Book of Assassinations’‘The Book of Assassinations’
We were determined not to get wet, so we went to Chesterfield, on the general principle that there would be both indoor parking and a cathedral big enough to keep
The watchersThe watchers
We were being watched. It was palpable. In fact, as I raised the camera to watch the watchers, others could see it too… we weren’t imagining it. They had been
Pasta and petroglyphsPasta and petroglyphs
“Ow, ooh, ouch… ow..” “What’s up?” he asked, locking the door of the flat as I descended the steep stairs. I grinned through the pain… he’d know soon enough… the
Bah’t ‘atBah’t ‘at
Well, two of us were up there on Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at… the third stubbornly clung to the trademark headgear that makes him look like something feral. To be fair,
Extreme, Absolute and SacredExtreme, Absolute and Sacred
There were three conversations yesterday about essentially the same subject. Three viewpoints, three different perspectives. And a blog post
Town and countryTown and country
Well, I’m typing away here with that old saying running through my mind… all dolled up and nowhere to go. I was supposed to get into town today, and thought
Driving southDriving south
The workshop is over. The School has celebrated its first official birthday in some style… For now, I am back at my desk, uploading photographs and trying to settle with
Looking deeper – Land of the ExilesLooking deeper – Land of the Exiles
Time seems to do strange things sometimes. It seems impossible that it is just a week ago we would have been starting the second of three knowledge lectures… a halfway
Friday morning – an early startFriday morning – an early start
Sue’s recollections of the second April workshop… The little village of Great Hucklow nestles quietly in the Derbyshire Dales, tucked away from any main roads under the sheltering ridge. It
The opening of the Eye – a magical birthThe opening of the Eye – a magical birth
There are some things for which words are never enough. Things it is almost impossible to share. There are some things which should not be shared, perhaps, but the birth
The opening of the Eye – the artists eyesThe opening of the Eye – the artists eyes
We continue our retrospective of past School events through Sue’s eyes… Astral Eyes-Painting by the companions, image rendered by Matt Baldwin-Ives Looking around the assembled faces as we sat waiting
The opening of the Eye – a mother’s tearsThe opening of the Eye – a mother’s tears
I was up to meet the dawn on Saturday, finding the world covered in a heavy frost and very beautiful. The morning began with a guided meditation. The companions gathered
The opening of the Eye – the drama beginsThe opening of the Eye – the drama begins
There had been hugs and welcomes, flurries of suitcases, gorgeously coloured garments peeking shyly from their wrappings, but most of all the joy of meeting old friends, many for the
The opening of the eye…. a first glimpse.The opening of the eye…. a first glimpse.
Sue’s account of the Birth of the School, April 22, 2013… The work of a time impossible to count came to a focus in a single point of Light over