Seasons turn

up north 098Half past eight in early September and it is dark. It is really quite strange when that transition from summer to autumn makes itself felt so pointedly. It begins with an almost unseen change in the quality of the green leaves as they edge towards turning, then it is almost as if there is a change overnight and you wake to a summer that has flown as the birds are ready to fly, seeking warmer climes. Berries are heavy on the trees and in the hedgerows, and the first roseate blush edges the leaves damp with mist. A few more days will see autumn unveil her palette of russet and gold, but for now we hover between the seasons.

northagain 035It has that same breathless quality that attends every transition; like the teenager poised between the child they have been and the adult they will become. Neither the rules by which the child has been bound nor those to which the adult will subscribe, through choice or necessity, yet hold sway, though both seem to call. Or the time when the last years of youth give way to a more mature wisdom, yet folly can pull you either way or both. So it is with this time of year, where the warmth of summer or the golden mists of autumn may attend each dawn.

Cerne Abbas (11)Yet each season is held with the one that gives it birth. Each autumnal morning remembers in gilded softness the summer glow as the seeds and berries echo the flowers that brought them into being. As the green fades to gold, the crisp fallen leaves foreshadow the stark, skeletal silhouettes of winter, and every soft dewfall prefigures the frosts of winter; while in the winter womb of earth spring is born in silence, preparing the crescendo of summer. There are no clear demarcations, just a growing awareness. Summer may be long or short, autumn come in quickly or creep in softly, almost unnoticed. We do not know, cannot tell by rule or date, only by observing the natural flow of life.

Weymouth (24)And so it goes, the wheel of the year turning, cycling through the seasons. With every year we move from our own spring to our own winter, and we too are left with only the current of our lives and hearts to guide us. There are no dates for our personal transitions… we cross those unseen boundaries each in our own time; the rites of passage are different for every one of us, and while some hold to the familiar past, others stand poised on the brink with their wings outstretched ready to fly.

up north 099Yet we are odd creatures. Small children are simply themselves. Teenagers long to be seen as adults, adults wish they were still children while the the old look back and smile… when the weather plays those games we all complain and call it unseasonable. It is not behaving as expected for the time of year. Yet we seek those changes instead of accepting the flow of life that moves us when it is ready into the next stretch of the stream.

northagain 108The wheel of the year is a great teacher. There can be warm, sunny days in winter and cold, rainy summers. What we expect, what is ‘usual’, does not always happen… but it is natural. We do not control the weather or the forces of nature that shape it, any more than we can control all the events which act upon our lives. A childhood may be less than carefree, full of tears; maturity a time of playful laughter and a childlike lightness… our own lives have that capacity to surprise us and to change in unexpected ways. We can only be ready to listen to the moment and accept what it offers.

Glaston weekend 288We tend to think these days of four seasons… not unlike the four ages of man; childhood, youth, middle and old age…but we have not always counted them thus. The oldest calendars are based on a view, older still, that the year was simply divided into light and dark. Other calendars name up to eight seasons, marking the transitions that are the turning points, by watching the world and seeing how life grows and moves. Perhaps there is a simpler way of looking at it. We could simply say that the year needs no seasonal full stop and capital letter to mark the transitions, for the whole process is simply one thing… growth. Even in the darkest days the seeds of spring are burgeoning unseen in the dark earth. Even in apparent death life is being brought to birth. It doesn’t matter to the Earth what the weather does… it matters only to we who walk upon it and look to it for sustenance and shelter. Perhaps that too is analogous with our own lives; the daily storms, bouts of sunshine or dark, gloomy days may be unpleasant to live through, may damage the crops we had planted and hoped one day to reap or the edifices of the personality in which we live, yet perhaps to the fertile earth of the soul, this is simply nature at work, shaping and preparing us for a growth that is as inevitable and as beautiful as spring.

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Kindle countdown offer – The Initiate – “Hill of vision…”

A Kindle Countdown price promotion will be running from 30th August to 5th September on Amazon UK and Amazon.com

kites 389Her inner vision reached out into the landscape… following the lines of light between the sacred places.
Yes, now she saw it… they were trying to cleanse and heal the connections…
This was her work, this she knew.
She added her will to theirs. Three… It was always better with three…

***

…The strange thing is… the last part of the climb… although without question the steepest…I mean it is almost sheer… is the easiest. It does not feel like I am climbing at all. In fact… it feels like hands of air… have enveloped me… and thrown me… to the top…and once at the top it is very difficult not to go right on sailing off into the air beyond the peak… and for a second or more it feels like that is precisely what is going to happen…

…Wen is already at the top… So she must have flown up… She drifts over to me… as I am gulping in the clean air, as though it is water… and shouts through the wind…
“It’s a Hill of Vision…”

 

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The Initiate:

Adventures in Sacred Chromatography

Sue Vincent & Stuart France

The Initiate is the first book in the Triad of Albion series, an adventure in the landscape of the sacred heart of England… Albion… a place where giants dance in stone, where trees whisper secrets and ancient sites are layered deep in the earth.

“We are… without question…going to get locked up!”

A trip to the ancient White Horse at Uffington, carved into the chalk in millennia past… a track, five thousand years old, that leads through the mists to the magic of Wayland’s Smithy and the gnarled stones of the circle at Rollright… Overhead the hawks wheel… It is just supposed to be a day out in the landscape for Don and Wen.

But a chance visit to a medieval church leads the friends to the discovery of a strange phenomenon; a rainbow of coloured light that defies explanation….

Their adventures take them down the straight paths of the leys and the more convoluted ways of myth, legend and symbolism, as they explore the strange coincidences that will lead them to the Feathered Seer and the Ninth Knight….


…and to the Riddle of the Initiate…. Will you solve it?


Review Extracts:
“…I like to classify and label things up neatly. Those analogies that I can think of would be books like `The Zelator’ and perhaps even `The Da Vinci Code’, but it is a stretch. `The Initiate’ defies being boxed, labelled or classified and probably rightly so, as it is a work of brilliance.” Dr G.M.Vasey, Author of ‘The Last Observer’ and ‘Inner Journeys’

“Layers of mystic delight.” R. Amber

“Although a very mature, serious and in many ways learned study and in no way to imply a simplistic form, there is also about it the originality, freshness, zest and sheer joie de vivre of some of the much beloved adventure stories of my childhood – an irresistible and all too rare combination.” B.Terrier

Untitled1The promotion runs from 30th August to 5th September on Amazon UK and Amazon.com with savings of up to 87% on normal prices.

Kindle Countdown Deals start at the lowest possible price and rise which rises in increments for the duration of the promotion until they reach the normal sales price. This is a limited time offer and the book will display a counter with the current offer price and time remaining for that price.

Did you know? You can download a free Kindle app for PC, Mac, android and other platforms that allows you to read the books available, even if you do not own a Kindle.. and there are thousands of books to choose from, including many classics, and hard-to-find volumes! With a huge catalogue of free, discounted and rare books to choose from it is a treasure trove for bookworms. You can download the free Kindle reading app for your device here in the UK, or here in the US.

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Free on Kindle – Best Laid Plans – Review

Best Laid Plans and other strange tails

by G. Michael Vasey

Poetry is not an easy thing to write. And yet it is… anyone can do it… but not everyone can get it right; largely because there are no rules.

It used to be about rigid form, rhyme and rhythm, now the rhymes are implied and the rhythm is the sing-song voice of the storyteller or the staccato tones of everyday life, questioning the events of a harsh reality as words flow directly from mind to pen, or from heart to keyboard.

In this collection of poems Gary Vasey once more opens a door into heart and mind for the reader, asking questions about our society that touch us all; war, debt, pain and ego are all examined with brief, precise strokes, demanding an answering response.

Yet, man is a multi-layered creature and this too is reflected in this volume. Memories of young love and of long Sunday afternoons reflect a journey through the outer world, yet, in my opinion, it is, aptly, where the writer speaks of the inner journey that he finds the deepest voice.

The Mysteries are shadowed forth as they play upon his consciousness, and poems such as ABC have a different tone and raise different questions that leave you pondering abstracts. Along with his other books of poetry it is perhaps here that you get a true glimpse into the author a he opens a window to the soul and lets you in.

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Now FREE on Kindle for 5-days.

FREE. It means you don’t have to pay anything at all. Yes – my new collection of poetry – Best Laid Plans and Other Strange Tails is free on kindle at any Amazon site from today – September 2nd and for five days. Grab it now while you can. Maybe later, you will do me a favour and write a short review and post it on Amazon?

A fifth collection of poetry and rhyme by G. Michael Vasey musing about the magic of life. From the mystery of The Story through to magic of the Hexagram and the number 6, Vasey twists words and phrases to paint deliciously vivid images of how he sees life and everything.

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Normal weird

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Image: Frolicking by Nick Verron

The roads are suspiciously quiet today. You know why immediately… the school holidays are about over and the next few days will see the return to school that will flood the roads with traffic at rush hour. The whole of the day takes on a completely different rhythm once the schools are back at work, as parents head out after dropping children at the gates to do their daily chores … or find that bit of space just for themselves to take a deep breath after the holidays.

The summer roads are odd at the best of times. Children may be at home but many parents still work but routines change. Roads are generally much quieter though and anyone who drives for a living breathes a sigh of relief… that becomes a sharp, tight-lipped intake on the main vacation departure dates when the roads suddenly become choked and slow.

I was, almost inevitably, thinking back to my own schooldays as I drove home from my son’s this morning. I didn’t like school. I enjoyed the learning and, of course, the friendships, but I always felt the odd one out and self-conscious… and the reason varied from good to bad. We’ve all been children and all experienced the uncertainties and vague discomforts of the child learning to grow in a world where it is expected to conform to certain standards. Any deviation from the norm gets them noticed, and that may, or may not be a positive thing… especially for the child.

There were the regimental uniforms of the Grammar School… ties and berets at regulation angle… and yes, it was an all-girls school apart from a brief period of bliss when we merged with the boys over the fence. The boys’ school, I hasten to add. Though thinking about it…. Prior to that every break time had been spent flying paper aeroplanes with messages over the dividing, iron- fenced no-man’s land.

The uniforms were meant to erase the social divide, of course, as well as give us a pride in belonging. Neither worked… we found every means possible to personalise the uniforms and dispense with them as fast as we could. The social divide always showed too, with the difference between the new and the hand-me-down standing out starkly and marking those whose families were financially strapped as being almost second class. It was an unconscious thing, but those of us in the frayed and faded uniforms felt it keenly.

Yet there were areas of study in which I excelled… and others in which I didn’t. The former gets you singled out by the teacher and while praise and recognition are of course very good for children, the fallout from your peers may be a bit more uncomfortable. It was, in fact, far more comfortable to be perceived as average by others in your group. We can, and often do, choose the anonymity of mediocrity simply because it has fewer demands and the shadows are more familiar than the spotlight. Anything else and we might be seen as ‘odd’… weird or unusual. For the child that lingers within us even after we are grown that can be an uncomfortable place.

My son, of course, is now ‘unusual’. There are a lot of epithets applied to disabled people which are less than complimentary or empathetic and that, along with the imposed change in his life, is something he has had to get used to. A little while ago we were talking about some of those changes and he casually referred to how different it was for disabled people compared to ‘norms’. The verbal shorthand tickled me… and the immediate rejoinder was that I hope he didn’t categorise me in that way. No, he assured me, he doesn’t see me as a norm… I’m definitely weird.

This, far from making me uncomfortable, I took as a backhanded compliment… about the only type I will ever voluntarily get from either of my sons as I have mentioned before. It was a lighthearted exchange, but it struck me later how big a change in attitude that represents, when I choose not to be ‘normal’ and conform to a stereotype but instead embrace the path before my feet, wherever it may lead… and its roads can be pretty strange these days. Whether I stand out like the proverbial sore thumb or blend into the shadows no longer matters yet the only thing that has changed is my own perception.

It reminded me too of a line from Doomsday when Don says that he has gone “weirder weird than my normal weird” which about sums it up really. We could, quite easily hide or get lost in the habitual greyness of a conforming normality, but somehow we don’t, because we each have that level of ‘normal weird’ that is simply our uniqueness as individuals. Even when we appear to be just one of many in a crowd… within ourselves and to those who know us, we stand out and shine, simply by being ourselves. If we could find a way to teach that to our children, so they could celebrate instead of shun those who are outside their narrow circles of experience; so they could embrace their own uniqueness instead of feeling the odd-one-out, I wonder what we could achieve…billions of individuals conscious that each brings a unique light to add to the bright flame of humanity.

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Heart of Albion: Tales from the Wondrous Head – Book Review

Heart of Albion is the second book in the Triad of Albion series, along with The Initiate and Giants Dance.

10 Blakey Topping (48)It began with a walk over the bracken covered hillsides of Derbyshire to a lonely stone circle, almost forgotten. It was just a walk…until the hawk flew from the tree and once again the visions began.

Plunged into a realm beyond reality, further than history, deeper than time, Don and Wen begin to unravel the hidden messages hidden in plain sight, concealed by habit and acceptance, and extraordinary magic framed within the small things of ordinary life.

Follow a journey across the Heart of Albion and become an Initiate of the mysterious verity of verse.

Illustrated in Full Colour throughout

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Review
In Heart of Albion, we rejoin Don and Wen as they crisscross Albion visiting churches, hill forts and quite a few pubs all the while interspersed with other more ancient stories of Albion that resonate emphatically with our heroes journey and banter. The banter is at times also hysterically funny such as Wen’s encounter and conversation with a Llama (Yes, you read that right! – a Llama that gives directions).

We learn many things along the way, some of which are important, some are irreverent and many are startling revelations about much that we would take for granted in speaking the English language or visiting the English countryside. The book manages to portray and create a magical and mystical view of the everyday while showing how things can be seen differently if one would only actually look. It is all delivered with a sense of humor that at times is deliciously wicked.

Another enjoyable read and one that has many layers of meaning to decipher yet provides many keys for those who may be seeking to do the deciphering.


Unsolicited review from Strange Book Reviews

Heart of Albion and other books by Stuart France and Sue Vincent are avaible on Amazon worldwide in paperback and for Kindle.

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Kindle countdown offer -The Initiate – “How wise is wisdom?”

A Kindle Countdown price promotion will be running from 30th August to 5th September on Amazon UK and Amazon.com

kites 409_DxO1…Then… as the melding became complete… in a shift both more terrifying, yet more beautiful, than any she had felt before… she looked out through the eyes of the fire bird; her soul and that of the great bird… had connected… and now moved… as one…

***

…“But how wise is wisdom?” Wen has taken exception to my theorising this time and I am not sure I can answer her question. I am not sure I even understand it.
“Huh?”
“Well, there are different degrees of wisdom…”
“Seventy-Two isn’t it, which is to say… nine…again”
Wen ignores my numerological speculations and continues, “And if you are following the precepts of our system then there are at least three and possibly four types of wisdom which we could gloss as body wisdom, heart wisdom and mind wisdom. Each is valid and each really is unsurpassable for its own sphere although it is possible to get beyond them because where two spheres are operative together, their combined wisdom must be of a higher degree than one sphere alone…”
“And where all three or four spheres, are acting in conjunction we get harmony and the highest wisdom.”
“…Which we should probably call intelligence, rather than wisdom.”
“I think I can answer your question now.”
“Oh really?”
“Wisdom is as wise as it needs to be.”  Wen smiles but says nothing.

 

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The Initiate:

Adventures in Sacred Chromatography

Sue Vincent & Stuart France

The Initiate is the first book in the Triad of Albion series, an adventure in the landscape of the sacred heart of England… Albion… a place where giants dance in stone, where trees whisper secrets and ancient sites are layered deep in the earth.

“We are… without question…going to get locked up!”

A trip to the ancient White Horse at Uffington, carved into the chalk in millennia past… a track, five thousand years old, that leads through the mists to the magic of Wayland’s Smithy and the gnarled stones of the circle at Rollright… Overhead the hawks wheel… It is just supposed to be a day out in the landscape for Don and Wen.

But a chance visit to a medieval church leads the friends to the discovery of a strange phenomenon; a rainbow of coloured light that defies explanation….

Their adventures take them down the straight paths of the leys and the more convoluted ways of myth, legend and symbolism, as they explore the strange coincidences that will lead them to the Feathered Seer and the Ninth Knight….


…and to the Riddle of the Initiate…. Will you solve it?


Review Extracts:
“…I like to classify and label things up neatly. Those analogies that I can think of would be books like `The Zelator’ and perhaps even `The Da Vinci Code’, but it is a stretch. `The Initiate’ defies being boxed, labelled or classified and probably rightly so, as it is a work of brilliance.” Dr G.M.Vasey, Author of ‘The Last Observer’ and ‘Inner Journeys’

“Layers of mystic delight.” R. Amber

“Although a very mature, serious and in many ways learned study and in no way to imply a simplistic form, there is also about it the originality, freshness, zest and sheer joie de vivre of some of the much beloved adventure stories of my childhood – an irresistible and all too rare combination.” B.Terrier

Untitled1The promotion runs from 30th August to 5th September on Amazon UK and Amazon.com with savings of up to 87% on normal prices.

Kindle Countdown Deals start at the lowest possible price and rise which rises in increments for the duration of the promotion until they reach the normal sales price. This is a limited time offer and the book will display a counter with the current offer price and time remaining for that price.

Did you know? You can download a free Kindle app for PC, Mac, android and other platforms that allows you to read the books available, even if you do not own a Kindle.. and there are thousands of books to choose from, including many classics, and hard-to-find volumes! With a huge catalogue of free, discounted and rare books to choose from it is a treasure trove for bookworms. You can download the free Kindle reading app for your device here in the UK, or here in the US.

Be kind to authors – make their day and leave a review.

 

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Butterflies in the rain

P1120142Miracles happen. No, I’m not talking about the restoration of the internet, that’s still down, but I don’t like feeling angry and a comment from Marilyn at Serendipity reminded me that miracles do happen. And that set me thinking, following a stream of calm at the end of a stressful and upsetting day.

lincoln bakewell gt hucklow 040They happen all the time, don’t they, the little miracles… the impossible things that are possible, somehow. Half the time we don’t even notice them. Yet all the time they are there; proof of a beauty and order beyond our imaginings.

fox 003Science, of course, can explain them all. They are not miracles, they will tell you, citing thrust to weight ratios, the vibrational frequency of a bee’s thorax and exploring surface tension and tensile strength. These are explanations in terms we understand, delivered with the authority of those who are certain of their knowledge but actually, all they are doing is describing what is happening. That, to me, is rather missing the point.

P1160091When I watch the eastern sky turn pink at sunset I want to marvel at the magic that paints itself on the heavens on the wrong side of the sky. The sun goes down in a blaze of glory in the west and is echoed on the dawn horizon in more delicate tones. Why is that? I do not need to hear about reflection and refraction… I want to wonder if perhaps the Painter of Skies was so much in love with colour that His hand strayed across the canvas. Maybe He laughed for pure joy and spilled the paint?

dinton 033Why is it that bumblebees were designed to fly in such an incredibly complex way? Were they an experiment? Was the Creator having one of those moments of idle doodling within the stuff of life?

P1000304Why do swans, the most graceful of creatures on the water and in the air look so ungainly when they land… that fleeting moment when earth and sky meet for them and they flounder between. Does it reflect that awkward, uncomfortable moment when we stand on the cusp of change? Was so much beauty given that this detail was overlooked… or does it prove that even in perfection there may be apparent flaws. Yet perfection cannot be other than …perfect. The flaws that are inherent cannot therefore be flaws. Perhaps that is what they teach.

Bakewell Imbolc 001 (13)How can a blade of grass, fragile and tender spilt concrete? ‘And the meek shall inherit the earth’?… or perhaps it is perseverance.. that determination to succeed against the odds ..like ants carrying loads so many times their own weight.

morebees 009And just how do butterflies fly in the rain when a single heavy drop should batter them to the ground? How, for that matter, do the tiny birds fly against the gale? And why do dragonflies, superlative creatures of air, spend their infancy in water? How, when you really look, can spider silk hold so much rain?

birds 005Why are there fractals in everything? How can a tree … or a perfect rose…or a child be in a seed? How are emotions contagious and why do we reach for the stars? I was reminded yesterday of St Augustine’s reflections on happiness… a thing we all strive for, a thing, he avers we could not strive for unless we had known it. We do not seek what we do not know, he says… and there is truth in that for we could have no desire to reach for something utterly unknown. Does that not apply also to Love… and to the Light we think unknowable, and yet still seek in so many guises and by so many names?

10 Blakey Topping (107)Maybe we too are butterflies in the rain, stronger than we think, more beautiful, more fragile; born from something less glorious that once crawled the earth before a dissolution that teaches us to fly. Perhaps the world around us is a gigantic jigsaw puzzle, full of clues that inform each other, and when we really understand it, we will be able to piece together the true picture?

november hawk orc 061But if anyone can explain the duck-billed platypus, I don’t want to know. I prefer to think that the Creator was having a good day… and that He knew how to laugh.

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Losing it

The problems with the ultra slow to non-existent internet connection continue and, after several days struggling with this, my patience is running quite thin. You’ll note the British reserve there…

The online chat support died and failed to resuscitate after I had been queuing for a good while, just before it said it was my turn. I now sit amid the spaghetti heap of wires, renewed and replaced just in case, with the laptop also unable to connect… just in case it was the PC not the connection…still waiting for a second call back from my service provider, who not only failed to rectify or identify the problem but also failed to do much at all other than kill what little internet I had left and inform me that my connection is so unstable it drops out twenty or thirty times a day and so slow it is barely registering.

This I had already told them.

I live 40 miles from London and two miles from the exchange. You would think they could do better.

And they have an automated line with scripted assistants at the other end.

And there is a reason I dye my hair red.

However… having singed my son’s ears rather than be other than polite to the scripted assistants… (he used to work in their business to business sector and is thus, thankfully, sympathetic and understanding of my frustration) I feel the need to calm down before I pick up the phone yet again as I have not been called back within the requisite hour and then some…

Apart from anything else, it upsets Ani if I lose my temper.

About the only thing I can access from the computer is the blog; even emails have to be dealt with on the phone at present, assuming I can get both a signal and a connection, but somehow, though struggling, WordPress seems not to overtax the connection…. At least some of the time and with some of the functions.

Even if each page takes ten to fifteen minutes to load.

For which I am truly grateful.

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Vanity in vain

You close your eyes as the blades come together. It is at this point you send a silent prayer to whichever ancestor first introduced the genetic material that gave you curly hair. It hides a lot. And at times like this, it will need to. But it has to be done.

Even the cursory glance you give the mirror in passing, when you remember before leaving the house, tells you that. The ‘thirty bullock bush’ to which your hair has been hitherto compared is now looking ready to shelter an extra herd, and the ends are not so much split as hiring lawyers and deciding who gets the dog.

You are, of course, avoiding cutting it for several reasons, not least being the fact that, contrary to your sons’ suspicions, you do not have eyes in the back of your head and it is going to get messy. Very messy. The fact that a trip to the hairdressers comes at the same price as a full tank of petrol for the car or a month’s groceries rules that out straight away. But, you have done all you can. The brilliantine made the roots nice and shiny, the store cupboard concoction made it supple, even if you did end up smelling like a dressed salad, but the ends still look like a discarded scouring pad after a week rusting forlornly by the drainer.

The thing is, you know your hair. You are trying to grow it and as soon as the dead weight of frizz is removed the months of growth will spring back into ringlets and look as if you have lopped off six inches instead of that recalcitrant fuzz. For the past week you have hidden it most of the time behind an oversized scrunchie but, you realise, you now have little choice. It will have to be the scissors.

You do not, of course, own hairdressing scissors. The dressmaking shears are the next best thing. That or the nail scissors and well, in for a penny… as the saying goes.

You stand in front of the mirror, contemplating the problem. You’ve done this before, many times over the years, but there is always that moment of doubt. You reassure yourself. You liked it short the last time it went wrong… the orange crop on your profile pic was all your own work. Even if it had started shoulder length.

You procrastinate, putting off the inevitable. You can see streaks of silver and they are definitely silver; you cannot claim a trick of the light on the brilliantly shining locks as you had when you were younger. Not that you mind, you are simply curious. You haven’t dyed it for a while and it is half natural, half red. You quite like it… and hadn’t you read somewhere that a dip-dyed look was ‘in’? Just as well really. You are going to go purple of course… but not yet. You’ve decided to save that till you are old enough for it to be viewed as really eccentric. You’ll still to red… if you dye it again.

It looks like the comb-over from hell as you start to part it ready for the shears, a comb-over with copper wire edging. Grab a handful, close your eyes and squeeze… that’s it… you’re committed now. You probably should be, says that little voice… Three minutes later and the job is done. The tiniest handful of glittering orange lies on the floor and it looks, at least relatively, even. Up to the bathroom, head over the bath, grab the shower and lather… then realise you had left the dog’s shampoo on the side of the tub. Oh well, it should be shiny… and at least you can be sure you won’t have fleas.

Half an hour later it has dried. It has also curled up into tight ringlets that look suspiciously like a ‘70’s bubble perm. It also looks as if you chopped about a foot of it off instead of the minimal millimetre-age that you had achieved. But at least it isn’t crisp and crunchy… though the dog keeps trying to sniff it and looks very confused. So much for vanity.

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Kindle Countdown – The Initiate – “Flying kites…”

A Kindle Countdown price promotion will be running from 30th August to 5th September on Amazon UK and Amazon.com

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“WEN…”

“Now.”

“I know now.”

“What do you now know?”

“I know what the mission is.”

“Well that didn’t take long.”

“We’re on a mission to feel true.”

“You’re going to have to elaborate I’m afraid.”

“Well it’s like… it’s like these places. If people felt true they couldn’t possibly want to desecrate them, because they’re simply too beautiful. And if they felt true they might also be able to see true too, I mean they’d be able to see that the beauty of the place transcends the form…It doesn’t matter what you build on these places… Christian church, mosque, synagogue…As long as it allows the people who use it to attune in the correct way with the energy which is present at this spot, then that beauty will be encouraged to flow…”

We are back in the car now and Wen points out the Red Kites following our progress to our right… to our left… and above…

“Looks like we’re back on track.”

“It’s our own personal escort.”

“Where are we heading?”

“We’re following them,” says Wen as the birds all wheel away as one.

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The Initiate:

Adventures in Sacred Chromatography

Sue Vincent & Stuart France

The Initiate is the first book in the Triad of Albion series, an adventure in the landscape of the sacred heart of England… Albion… a place where giants dance in stone, where trees whisper secrets and ancient sites are layered deep in the earth.

“We are… without question…going to get locked up!”

A trip to the ancient White Horse at Uffington, carved into the chalk in millennia past; a track, five thousand years old, that through the mists to a magic of Wayland’s Smithy and the gnarled stones of the circle at Rollright… overhead the hawks wheel… it is just supposed to be a day out in the landscape for Don and Wen.

But a chance visit to a medieval church leads the friends to the discovery of a strange phenomenon; a rainbow of coloured light that defies explanation….

Their adventures lead them down the straight paths of the leys and the more convoluted ways of myth, legend and symbolism, as they explore the strange coincidences that will lead them to the Feathered Seer and the Ninth Knight….

…and to the Riddle of the Initiate…. Will you solve it?


Review Extracts:
“…I like to classify and label things up neatly. Those analogies that I can think of would be books like `The Zelator’ and perhaps even `The Da Vinci Code’, but it is a stretch. `The Initiate’ defies being boxed, labelled or classified and probably rightly so, as it is a work of brilliance.” Dr G.M.Vasey, Author of ‘The Last Observer’ and ‘Inner Journeys’

“Layers of mystic delight.” R. Amber

“Although a very mature, serious and in many ways learned study and in no way to imply a simplistic form, there is also about it the originality, freshness, zest and sheer joie de vivre of some of the much beloved adventure stories of my childhood – an irresistible and all too rare combination.” B.Terrier

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