I was born in… well, we can gloss over that. Let’s just say that my childhood was spent in an era of extremes. War and calls for peace dominated the
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.
Wilfully blind…Wilfully blind…
I may sit with my back to most of the house a lot, but I still have to do the housework. I can’t ignore it, even though I can’t necessarily
The value of change…The value of change…
Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire! Would not we shatter it to bits – and then Re-mould it nearer
In the shadowsIn the shadows
I woke from little sleep to glorious sunshine and crawled blearily from my bed, which seemed the most comfortable place in the world at that moment, even though it might
PersonalPersonal
It is undoubtedly an incredible piece of craftsmanship. It is unbelievably impressive, designed specifically to be awe-inspiring, streaming light and colour into the great cavern of Bath Abbey. It is
Sowing seedsSowing seeds
“The spiritual journey is simple, beautiful and full of Love,” read the meme. Perfectly true, but taken out of context it doesn’t actually tell you all that much, does it?
The pan-dimensional mouseThe pan-dimensional mouse
I have spent a lot of time lately working with two-dimensional representations of multidimensional states. No, I don’t mean anything arcane and mystical… or something that belongs in the realm
Sensory Deprivation?Sensory Deprivation?
I was no more than five years old. We were staying with one of my great-grandmothers for a while. She was an old lady by that point, with a sharp
QuestionsQuestions
What are the most important human characteristics? Love, kindness, joy, honesty, integrity, compassion? Who are we, why are we here, what is the Purpose of all this… and what do
The heartbeat of eternityThe heartbeat of eternity
Peering at the faded remains of a dark ‘instant’ photo from the seventies, I felt both close to and distant from the young woman silhouetted against the fence. Her future
An iceberg universeAn iceberg universe
Fat little fingers hold up the toy as she peers at her reflection, laughing at herself. That she is, at two years old, very self-aware is evident in the way
Where the wildflowers growWhere the wildflowers grow
Locus iste a Deo factus est, Inaestimabile sacramentum, irreprehensibilis est. This place was made by God. A priceless mystery, it is without reproach. Anton Bruckner. I was talking this morning
A question of choiceA question of choice
I have been thinking a lot lately…there is more than enough time for that at the moment. Not that a mind often stops. It sleeps occasionally, though even dreams may
Still watersStill waters
The day was completely fish-related. The high winds had blown the water from the fountain and the level in the pond had dropped. My first jobs of the day were
My Spiritual Journey by Steve TanhamMy Spiritual Journey by Steve Tanham
This week, I will be sharing again a little about the people behind the Silent Eye, starting with its founder, Steve Tanham: Sue has asked Stuart and I to record,
A horseshoe nail…A horseshoe nail…
For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of
A sense of homeA sense of home
I spent the afternoon with my great grandparents. The fact that their ashes were scattered to the winds over thirty years ago seemed irrelevant. My home, a place they never
A contract with wonderA contract with wonder
The glamorous sky seems an incongruous backdrop for mundane chimneypots and washing lines. Veiled by the pallid grey of low cloud or with a symphony of shades, the sun rises
Keys of Heaven (8): crosses at heaven’s gate ~ Steve TanhamKeys of Heaven (8): crosses at heaven’s gate ~ Steve Tanham
Reblogged from Sun in Gemini: The traveller’s ancient friend: Young Ralph’s Cross It’s seventeen miles long and crosses the ‘roof of the world’ in the heart of the North York
Keys of Heaven (6): the greater force ~ Steve TanhamKeys of Heaven (6): the greater force ~ Steve Tanham
The greater force... What did they know of it! Anyone could see it in the fall of boulders in the mountains; in the crashing of the seas on the rocks,
Whitby Weekend: Lastingham’s Holy WellsWhitby Weekend: Lastingham’s Holy Wells
The weekend was almost over, but before we reached a parting of the ways, there was lunch in the seventeenth century Blacksmith’s Arms opposite the church and a wander around
Whitby Weekend: The Crypt at LastinghamWhitby Weekend: The Crypt at Lastingham
A few of us made our way down the stone steps of St Mary’s in Lastingham, into the crypt where the bones of St Cedd are reputedly buried. To do
Whitby Weekend: The church at LastinghamWhitby Weekend: The church at Lastingham
It was only a few miles to the final destination of the Silent Eye’s weekend in North Yorkshire. We were heading for St Mary’s church at Lastingham, the final resting
Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…
On the Sunday morning, we met at the Lion Inn, perched some thirteen hundred feet above sea level and high on the North Yorkshire moors. The sixteenth-century inn is an