Reblogged from The Silent Eye:
In the early days of The Silent Eye, I thought it would be a good idea if Steve, Stuart and I, as the three directors of the school, shared a little about how we had come to work together. Our journeys were very different, yet shared some odd commonalities. As the accounts have languished in the vaults of the Silent Eye for a while, I thought it might be a good idea to republish them here…
Are we there yet?
Sue Vincent
My grandfather gave me his annotated copy of the Mystical Qabalah by Dion Fortune when I was 15. “This is the only magical book that you will ever need,” he told me. “But you’ll fill a good many bookshelves before you get there.” He was right. It was all in that first book; but learning is a spiral and you have to come back to the same point over and over again, bringing new knowledge and understanding each time before you can really see what lies in your hand.
I was born in Yorkshire into a family that was about as spiritually eclectic as you can get. The various members were Jewish / Buddhist / Methodist (with High Church for special occasions), with one grandfather who taught me very early about the Qabalistic Tree of Life, the other a Spiritualist minister and one grandmother a noted psychic, like her mother before her. I attended the Zion Baptist Sunday School with my Hindu and Moslem friends and that pretty much completed the picture. So, through my childhood a lot of things were thrown into the melting pot.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
And be one traveler, long I stood.
And looked down one as far as I could.
(If wishes were fishes we would all have nets!)
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We can only follow our own path, Paul x
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True Sue X
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Thanks, Michael.
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