He tripped, catching the pointed toe of the winklepickers on the kerb. Righting himself he looked around, his eyes darting self-consciously to seek out any possible observer, even while he
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.
A foggy morningA foggy morning
I scrape the ice from the windscreen, looking with little enthusiasm at the heavy pall of fog that blankets the world. November… we’ve done well to make it this far
To Greet the DawnTo Greet the Dawn
I wandered into the living room at four, having given the whole sleeping business up for the night. Ani raised one ear and an eyebrow then curled up tight and
Fan dancersFan dancers
I used to collect antique fans… I have a thing about them. Ever since I saw my great-grandmother’s little fan in the china cabinet as a girl, I have wondered
That was then…That was then…
Laughing with my son today I could not help but notice as the light caught a faint scar on his shoulder. It is so faded now that no-one else will
CentenaryCentenary
For some reason, the image moved me to tears. The ninety-four year old monarch standing, black-clad, alone and in silent respect, beside the tomb of a man buried six years
Three facesThree faces
For November, it was a surprisingly pleasant morning. In need of somewhere to go to stretch our lockdown-cramped legs, we wandered to a neighbouring village to explore its history. Whilst
Interlude ~ Hidden Avebury?Interlude ~ Hidden Avebury?
There was a lot we would have liked to have done and seen as we paid our flying visit to Avebury that day. We could have visited all the places
Interlude ~ Auld AquaintanceInterlude ~ Auld Aquaintance
We were back at Avebury, after a longer absence than we would have chosen. Without the pandemic, there would have been recce trips and a workshop here already this year…
Interlude ~ Horse WhispersInterlude ~ Horse Whispers
It seems such a long time ago that I wrote about our not being able to leave for the Scottish weekend, right at the last minute. Stuart hopped on a
Keeping faith?Keeping faith?
On Thursday, I will finally see the oncologist to discuss what, if any, steps can be taken to address the rebellious cells currently busy trying to kill me. The appointment
Great expectations…Great expectations…
It had been a while. A long while, actually. And… if the bird would like to cover its ears… I was really fancying roast chicken. I don’t usually cook much
Deportment for the soulDeportment for the soul
He passed me the disc, about the size of a small dinner plate and quite heavy. My hands were full of things needing to go through to the kitchen. There
Walking the line…Walking the line…
“… so fear was originally there to help us survive.” “Yep… and with not many sabre-tooth tigers roaming the suburbs, we found other things to fear. And fear is intimately
InterpretationsInterpretations
“ … the standard translation of one of the chief scriptures of China refers to the venerable Lao Tse as “the Old Boy”. This sounds comical to European ears, yet
Outside inOutside in
It was odd. I look at this particular blogger’s page every day…and every day there is a reblog button. On every post. Except today. I clicked into the title, hoping
ChaliceChalice
“Empty your mind… empty yourself…you are nothing and nowhere… just floating in the embrace of the universe…” It is a nice idea and one I have heard at the start
Open wideOpen wide
To love and be loved… something that sits at the heart of every child. It is only as we grow that the accumulated disappointments, the rejections large and small, teach
Under the sun…Under the sun…
“Thirteen thousand miles… How is that even possible???” We were talking about distances, my son and I, and having established that the Great Wall of China seems impossible, we then
PODCAST: G. Michael Vasey in conversation with Steve Tanham…PODCAST: G. Michael Vasey in conversation with Steve Tanham…
Reblogged from The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey: In the latest episode of the Magical World of G. Michael Vasey podcast, I talk with a founder of the Silent
Crafting the Future…Crafting the Future…
“…Change and change in the perspective of self-realization; the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life.”
Work in progressWork in progress
“Every Warrior of the Light has felt afraid of going into battle. Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone. Every Warrior
HealingHealing
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” That has to be one of the most popular quotes from the work of the thirteenth-century Persian poet, Rumi. You
NormalityNormality
“Normality is a paved road: it is comfortable to walk on, but no flowers grow on it.” Vincent Van Gogh There are certain things we learn in order to live
Another country…Another country…
« Qu’il est loin mon pays, qu’il est loin… » Claude Nougaro “…and Claude Nougaro,” said my boss, brandishing the baguette. Her husband nodded. The three of us were at