There are good days and bad ones, and some that are just plain odd. Waking this morning in a cosy bed, emerging from dreams of light and beauty, I lay
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.
Without wordsWithout words
Good morning. It is sunny today, with the sky a clear cerulean blue. My grandmother always said it was going to be a fine day if there was enough blue
Birds of a FeatherBirds of a Feather
That the birds were there first means little to Ani. It is, as far as she is concerned, her garden and she decides who gets to play in it. Apart
‘Fly away home…’‘Fly away home…’
The ladybird was swimming desperately as I scooped it out, feeling that little rush of warmth at having rescued the tiny creature from a watery death. It wasn’t happy, but
Letting in the LightLetting in the Light
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi Near the fence there are some huge chunks of wood… slices salvaged from the old horse chestnut tree that
Fog and marzipanFog and marzipan
It’s a chilly, drab kind of morning at present, I wondered what it would bring once the sun came up to show us the day. The question was soon answered.
Awkward QuestionsAwkward Questions
I was asked a question the other day with which I am intimately acquainted but for which I had no answer. “What does it mean to lead a spiritual life?”
Soul – calibreSoul – calibre
“It’s like, imagine all the atoms in your hand… billions of them… they all have to move together to make it do this.” He wriggled his hand. “They don’t know
Stone and seaStone and sea
“Stone and sea are deep in life Two unalterable symbols of the world Permanence at rest And permanence in motion Participants in the power that remains” ― Stephen R. Donaldson
Eating DinosaursEating Dinosaurs
“Well it has your dinosaurs in.” “What?” My son lounged on the bed looking perplexed. We were talking about yoghurts. “Acidophilus.” “Oh yeah. Well what’s yours then?” “Bifidus.” “Not
A mother’s tearsA mother’s tears
I thought I would share again an account of a moment from our first official workshop, to show how these things affect even those who know how the story unfolds.
Impression of Contentment…Impression of Contentment…
I never really got contentment. “Are you happy?” I once asked a friend. “No, but I am content,” was his reply. To me, it wasn’t enough. It seemed like accepting
Going the Whole Five FeetGoing the Whole Five Feet
There is a lot of discussion going round at present about the new era in spirituality, the new wave of esoteric thought and a coming age of enlightenment. Some of
Acts of rebellion…Acts of rebellion…
Yesterday, I was looking through my photo files in search of a particular shot amongst the tens of thousands of files stored on my various drives. Most of those photographs
Snail’s PaceSnail’s Pace
The internet was playing up, the email account had been hacked yet again, pages were taking up to ten minutes each to load and anything that had images or video
Distorted realityDistorted reality
I stood outside my son’s bedroom, bundled up against the cold that was dropping a few meagre snowflakes on the morning. Camera in hand, I was snapping away happily when
Forget-me-notForget-me-not
As I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it, a flower fell from between its pages. Its colour gone, its petals so fragile they cracked and crumbled as
BittersweetBittersweet
The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with
Love story…Love story…
It has been a lazy day, lounging half asleep on the sofa, nursing a rotten cold. The mind wanders down odd paths at such times and I have been thinking
Lucky birdsLucky birds
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” J.M. Barrie When I was a girl we often spent New Year’s
A Christmas WishA Christmas Wish
However, wherever or whether you celebrate Christmas, may this day bring you peace, love and joy and may all the gifts of the season be with you, now and
On reflection…On reflection…
I woke this morning with the image of a dream imprinted on my eyelids. The image was a simple one… an empty landscape with a lake that held the reflection
Seeking SpiritSeeking Spirit
“You could find something spiritual in doing the dishes,” said my friend, as if this was unusual. “He’s right. And although I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it,” said Stuart, “ you
A dismal dawnA dismal dawn
It was a miserable Monday morning. Frozen fog clung to every branch and blade of grass, the temperature was well below zero and I had to be out early with
Weird worldWeird world
“GHOST, n. The outward and visible sign of an inward fear.” Devil’s Dictionary, Ambrose Bierce I was looking for some information and came across a video of a paranormal investigation