A purple haze gave the forest a magical quality, something unearthly that Mike couldn’t quite put his finger on. With a Jimi Hendrix song playing through his brain, he realized that the haze was really a carpet of flowers. Bluebells.
One of them rang out.
Mike startled awake. Early morning light streamed through the window, making his mind jump to a fictional Lauds, with the hidden bells of make-believe monastery calling all to prayer.
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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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Thanks for the reblog, Sue 🙂
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My pleasure, Trent.
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