She knew of no other way to get the message to him but to sneak inside the tomb and leave it there. A red rose would signal it was definitely from her. Waiting for the dark of night, she crept her way in and quietly placed the note on the first soldier, a stone statue, laying on the ground. She never remembered it being knocked over, and oddly, there was not a crack in it. It was as if it had carefully laid itself down on the floor, but stones can’t move on their own, she reminded herself.
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About 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.
Thanks so much for sharing, Sue! ❤
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My pleasure, Dorinda.
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