From her rest within a winter garden
She rose,
Walking lonely paths
Beneath withering boughs.
She wanders wild
And cold earth murmurs
Of Eden’s fruit.
A ghost in fevered hearts,
The perfume of eternity’s desire,
She remembers
God’s kiss
And the vast, devouring night
Before the ocean of universe
Embraced a young morning
And the sky breathed clouds.
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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.
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An interesting subject, Sue. I have read contradictory stories about her. We loved living in a house in Sydney named after her. Bring on the feminine!
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There are a lot of differing opinions about her… depeding on which side of the religious or patriarchal fence you sit on 😉 But a little balance is always a good thing.
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Agreed, happy Sunday 😎
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Happy Sunday, Robert 🙂
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I love the expansiveness of this vision. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. Creeated from the same clay as Adam and on the same day, she seems to have had a rough deal.
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Second class citizens from the start.
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It didn’t take long, though I’d like to think they were created equal…
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No goddesses in the Bible. And Only One God.
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A little limited in my opinion 😉
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Yes.
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