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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.

What am I?

Posted on December 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* When ravens in battle torment’s torn flesh fight… Morvran, my horse, firm-hoofed in stance Is indisposed to flight. * Splendid my saddle and bright, never sore Polished my ring, blameless, pure. * Continue reading at France and Vincent

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Ani’s Advent 2020! Meet Ruff, Smidgeon and Cathy Cade!

Posted on December 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Santa, Yay! We are finally counting down to Christmas! It seems to have taken ages to come around this year! But it hasn’t been a great year for anyone, two-legses or four. I mean, there is this bug thing … Continue reading →

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Changing tides

Posted on December 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

He tripped, catching the pointed toe of the winklepickers on the kerb. Righting himself he looked around, his eyes darting self-consciously to seek out any possible observer, even while he reassumed his pose of studied nonchalance. Do they even call … Continue reading →

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Round #midnighthaiku

Posted on December 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Wheel turns as year ends Mirroring eternity Death and birth as one *  

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Pregnant in Pakistan#02 ~ Mary Smith

Posted on November 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace: I’m sorry I left you for so long wondering if Jon got out of his Afghan jail before our baby arrived in the world. It was the shock when reading my diary at how very miserable I … Continue reading →

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Discovering Albion- Day 1: Deer and Stone

Posted on November 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

How long does a two and a half hour journey actually take? Well, three and a half if you go the back way and get a clear run. Four if you stop somewhere… Five if you find a good church … Continue reading →

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Dreaming

Posted on November 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* With spine to earth, She watches as eternities pass by Marked by the dreams of seekers sleeping ‘neath a starry sky Held deep within the womb of She whose body forms the ring, Warm flesh melds with cold stone … Continue reading →

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On the Doorstep: St Michael and All Angels, Horsenden

Posted on November 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The church reveals itself slowly as you walk between the yew trees that hide it from the gate.  The spot has a pleasant feel, nestling close to walls of the big house next door and surrounded by the sheltering branches … Continue reading →

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Images #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

A captured moment Frozen for eternity Life and movement lost * Unemotional Detached, unexperienced Senses unengaged * Recalling wonder Photographic memory Will remember joy

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Chapter Four: ThreeLegs ~ from Usual Muttwits

Posted on November 29, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Vexed, I’m very vexed ThreeLegs considers his state of mind, that place where all thoughts of noshing, eightleggers and sniffing live in a perpetual mush between the earflaps. And thinking about noshing, Threelegs’ belly reminds him he’s missing out on … Continue reading →

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