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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.

The Alchemist: ‘A Violet Duke’?… Stuart France

Posted on November 20, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Architect in the guise of Thomas-the-Apostle. * If our Alchemist was pulling his beard, it would be because he and the grotesques surrounding him on the tower baulstrades of Notre-Dame, Paris, were not actually mediaeval statuary at all, but nineteenth-century … Continue reading →

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Thinking time

Posted on November 20, 2020 by Sue Vincent

What is your criteria for a good book? Apart from wanting it to be well written and presented, what is it that you look for? Entertainment value? Information? Emotion, relaxation or a momentary escape from the humdrum round of daily … Continue reading →

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Believe #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 20, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Unscaleable hills Unfollowable pathways But dreams can always be dreamed *

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Mary Smith: Pregnant in Pakistan

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace: I’ll have to do this story over a couple of instalments. Despite my delight at returning to Quetta, it didn’t long for me to miss being in Afghanistan. By Beluchistan – Baluchistan, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=54411683 I … Continue reading →

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Solstice of the Moon: Stories Unknown

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

We had driven to Fortingall to see the venerable yew, but it just happens to be in the grounds of a church, so it was inevitable that we would take a look around. We do seem to spend a lot … Continue reading →

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The City and the Stars (3) – The City on the Ness ~ Steve Tanham

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

A ten-minute journey from Stromness, on Orkney, lies an ‘isthmus’ which recent excavations have shown to contain one of the richest archeological concentrations in the world… It is nothing less than an ancient spiritual city, lost to time until the … Continue reading →

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Brown…

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* … Brown went on through the night until he saw a fire in the distance. He walked towards it and as he drew near he saw a large house, which he entered. Inside the house a large crowd of … Continue reading →

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Spyder

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I just wanted to get a quick shower But decided ablutions can wait There’s the spider from hell in my bathtub He’s the size of a small dinner plate. He was fine when he lived in the kitchen, And I … Continue reading →

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Waiting #midnighthaiku

Posted on November 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dawn draws the curtains Golden possibilities Waiting in the wings *

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Chapter One: ThreeLegs… from Usual Muttwits

Posted on November 18, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Supervising kidnapped doggies at Freddy’s Farm is rewarding work, so sez Checkers. Until his three paws are turned upside down by a gorgeous ex-racing greyhound. Fourlegs love is cruel. Cast out, broken-hearted, and surrounded by enemies, he’s gotta snifz out … Continue reading →

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