I was born the year after Queen Elizabeth’s coronation, so it’s fair to say she has been ‘with me’ all my life. Like many of us, I have known no
Category: Belief and Faith
Nightmare in BeziersNightmare in Beziers
In dream I woke and stood bewitched in Before a door of oak and cedar To hear a voice that played upon A song of keys, part lost, part won
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
SEE: September Zoom Cyber-Room…SEE: September Zoom Cyber-Room…
* Silent Eye-Explorations “The Soul: a work in progress or divine and finished – and just awaiting our death?” The world ‘soul’ means different things to different people. Is it
Wayland: The White Horse…Wayland: The White Horse…
* But according to some, Wayland has far more onerous responsibilities than shoeing the horses of passing way farers… * A group of local lads were enjoying a drink one
Wayland: The Blessed Isles…Wayland: The Blessed Isles…
* The tone of the tale once Britain is reached, becomes very different… * Alighting on Berkshire’s High Downs, Wayland came upon an ancient chambered tomb, and made it his
Wayland: Silver-Smith of Souls…Wayland: Silver-Smith of Souls…
* There are a number of intriguing aspects to the legend of Wayland Smithy… The earliest written sources appear late and are decidedly piecemeal. * Wayland is the son of
‘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
SEE: August Zoom Cyber-Room…SEE: August Zoom Cyber-Room…
John the Evangelist (Stained-Glass, Swanbourne Church) ‘John was challenged to drink a cup of poison to demonstrate the power of his faith, and thanks to God’s grace the poison was
Fruit of the GiverFruit of the Giver
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The Great Mystery…The Great Mystery…
* Approach to the mystery is silent, solitary and free from all self-seeking. * It is silent because in comparison with the mystery all speech is feeble and imperfect. *
The Mysterious Road to Tain (4 – End) : a simple manThe Mysterious Road to Tain (4 – End) : a simple man
The young missionary – a peregrini, meaning one on a life-pilgrimage – wore two crosses; but not around his neck nor on his simple, woven robe. The Celtic designs were
The Mysterious Road to Tain (3) : the protectorsThe Mysterious Road to Tain (3) : the protectors
“Saints don’t just disappear!” Bernie was getting a little exasperated with my poor attempt at stringing together a viable theory to account for the cultural disappearance of St Duthac. “There’s
The Mysterious Road to Tain (2) : the Demi-god of RossThe Mysterious Road to Tain (2) : the Demi-god of Ross
“You’d have thought they would have looked after it, better!’ Bernie can be highly critical on these occasions. Mind you, we had trudged all the way around the small town
The Mysterious Road to Tain (1)The Mysterious Road to Tain (1)
“There’s a little known saint with some strange royal connections…” mused Bernie, my wife. “He has a pilgrimage centre near where we’re going today.” she said. “Want to see it?”
The Ferocious HealerThe Ferocious Healer
Healing can be gentle and tender; but certain healing acts on an inner level of the self, racing like a cold wave to resolve us, before washing us up on
The Belief TreeThe Belief Tree
It might be thought that, in our technology-driven age, the concept of belief has become less important. If we go back fifty years, belief was still central to most people’s
Wish you were here…Wish you were here…
* In Olden Times, Holidays were originally just that… Holy Days. The whole community would lay aside their workday duties and together engage in deeply or intrinsically symbolic activities that
The Entered Dragon (3) : beauty and the beastThe Entered Dragon (3) : beauty and the beast
Continued from Part Two The dream continues… We are frozen, the dragon and I. He cannot be seen, as he is mirroring my every move, behind me. My fingers explore
The Entered Dragon (2) : dancing with shadowsThe Entered Dragon (2) : dancing with shadows
This time the dream is different. I know the dragon is there, but can’t see it. But I can see the heavy spear on the ground in front of me…
The Entered Dragon (1)The Entered Dragon (1)
Like waking within a dream – or, at least, the point where the lucidity begins… I turn my head in the small theatre, expecting others to be smiling, if not
Three Ghosts of Christmas PresentThree Ghosts of Christmas Present
Unfolding nightmares can begin very innocently… My mother, who is nearly ninety years old, has vascular dementia. She’s had a wonderful life and is enjoying a blessedly slow decline of
Primal ScreenPrimal Screen
Somewhere in the frontal cortex of our brains there’s a very special junction – a place where we learned to do something truly different with our minds… Let’s call it
Death and the SalesmanDeath and the Salesman
In a few short weeks it will be September. We (the Silent Eye) have been invited to speak at the Unitarian Society of Psychical Studies annual conference at the Nightingale
The Way to Dusty Death?The Way to Dusty Death?
We were in Ulverston, Dean and I. We’d just climbed the famous ‘Hoad’ – a tall monument on the top of a tall hill that looks like a lighthouse… but