I was going through the files and came across a picture… which inevitably sets off a chain reaction… We never really know where the road is going to lead us
Category: fear
Isolation or soul-elation?Isolation or soul-elation?
Caroline Ormrod is one of the Companions of the Silent Eye working through the first year of the three-year journey towards the real nature of the individual Soul. I am
Vexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexityVexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexity
We’re visiting relatives. It’s friendly. We have a light meal and some cake to follow. But then someone mentions Brexit and a cold frost descends on the room… My wife
Vexed by the TribeVexed by the Tribe
I am vexed… It’s a word you don’t hear much, now. Old English, I believe. It describes an agitated state of mind – and possibly body – when something nagging
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
Only a Horse and a SwordOnly a Horse and a Sword
We become habitual in our thinking. It’s a good idea (and fun) to play little games with our mind to help us look at things differently. One of these is
The Creature on the Beach Beyond ThoughtThe Creature on the Beach Beyond Thought
It lay there, head in the sky, gazing at the radiance. Its tail was still in the ocean of thought, the gentle waves urging it back where it belonged… The
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
Odd socks and the mummification of rats…Odd socks and the mummification of rats…
I couldn’t put it off any longer, bad back or not… the sheets needed changing and the mattress was overdue to be turned. My son, for reasons best known to
Deep and PersonalDeep and Personal
“At what point should we expect the contact with the universe to become deep and personal?” The red-haired man in the corner had asked the question. He always sat in
Remember…Remember…
Paper poppies bloom, as fragile as the lives they represent. Every year it is the same, I try to find some way of saying what is in my heart and
The Feathered Seer – The bitter dropThe Feathered Seer – The bitter drop
‘If you have not lived through something it is not true’ Kabir The fourth ritual took us to a place of fear. Within the local landscape there is a high
Flight of the Seer II…Flight of the Seer II…
* …With this year’s April Workshop, we returned to source. Five years ago, The Song of the Troubadour birthed our school and opened the gateway to three levels of Enneagram
The Flowers of Mistrust – #SilentiThe Flowers of Mistrust – #Silenti
We live, increasingly, in an age of mistrust. It can be seen as cool, savvy, to doubt what we hear–an expectation of deceit in the ‘other’, as though trust belonged
Of Ash and Seed – ContrastsOf Ash and Seed – Contrasts
It had been forty years since I last crossed the Menai Strait to the Isle of Anglesey and beyond, to the Holy Isle. I had fallen in love with the
Locked inLocked in
Image: Golden Cage by Der Cooky I had not been to the cinema in decades really, until Peter Jackson came along with Lord of the Rings. The TV remote was,
Why not?Why not?
Have you ever taken one of the innumerable personality tests that are out there these days? I took a fair number of them as part of some research when we
Nine Minutes to One, part three – The Wishing WellNine Minutes to One, part three – The Wishing Well
Nine minutes to One, part three – The Wishing Well “I suppose she sent you?” said the man with green eyes, looking down, sadly on the boy. “Who sent me?”
Nine Minutes to One, part two – Like HerNine Minutes to One, part two – Like Her
Nine minutes to One, part two – Like Her And as he grew he dreamt of the mountains. Vast ranges of freedom in which his ideas would fly and