Author Archives: Sue Vincent

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.

Flight…

Posted on January 10, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* As the narrow-boat’s snout tickled the under-bridge, Black-Jack cut the engine and peered through the white gloom… A landing-official waved his stray arm in greeting, the lights beyond him intimated warmth and festivity. An Owl screeched! Black-Jack turned to … Continue reading →

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Tom Banjo…

Posted on January 10, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Down the dark stairwell, a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading →

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Bittersweet

Posted on January 10, 2021 by Sue Vincent

The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with gold as I shivered on the doorstep, then painted the … Continue reading →

Posted in consciousness, Life, Love, Photography, symbolism, The Silent Eye | Tagged contrast, frost, nature, Photography, winter | 2 Comments

Drawn #midnighthaiku

Posted on January 10, 2021 by Sue Vincent

Dark against the blue In stillness or in motion Shadows draw the eye

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged birds, flight, haiku, shadow, wings | 7 Comments

Guest Author: G. Michael Vasey ~ Chasing the Mysterious and Magical to Connect with the Land

Posted on January 9, 2021 by Sue Vincent

I have always found life to be mysterious. Even from a young age sitting contemplating reality and asking those mind-boggling questions… ‘why am I here?’ and ‘what am I?’, I have been driven by an outlook at life as an … Continue reading →

Posted in Guest post, Photography | Tagged Ancestors, ancient and sacred sites, archaeology, Books, dragon lines, earth energies, esoeric, history, leys, magic, shamanism, The Initiate by France & Vincent | 5 Comments

Discovering Albion – day 8: A Tide of Silence

Posted on January 9, 2021 by Sue Vincent

Winter on Holy Island, it seems, is silent save for the song of the waves and the cry of the gull. The visitors had left; the locals all seemed to be indoors. It was as if we shared the island … Continue reading →

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Bardic Study – Waltz of the New Moon…

Posted on January 9, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Another one of Robin’s early efforts. When invoking the Bardic Spirit there are not too many candidates around, unfortunately… For a spell, this was my all-time favourite song ever, if only for its helter-skelter whirl of minor-key madness… * … Continue reading →

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Bardic Study – The Iron Stone…

Posted on January 9, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Another early song from Robin Williamson. Not too much to interpret, perhaps, in this offering. Just a straight forward description of the finding of a stone, which we are bound to assume is the account of a true story. … Continue reading →