Petals of the Rose

Petals of the Rose

Guided Journeys

Sue Vincent

A collection of guided meditations, designed to open aspects of the personality in as gentle and natural way as the petals of the rose open at the touch of the sun. Each inner journey will carry you to a haven within your own psyche from which to explore layers of your own being, learning their meaning and purpose.

From mystical and silent castles, to the song of the unicorn… each journey takes you deeper into your inner being and carries you out beyond the stars.

Stories stir the imagination, casting images upon the screen of mind that allow us to explore, in safety, aspects of our lives and being that we might otherwise avoid or overlook. There is a rich vein of experience in memory that can be mined for its treasures. One of the simplest and best ways of exploring the labyrinths of the mind is to do so through a guided journey.

Meditation and visualisation are not arcane practices in which a few indulge… we all use these tools every day, to navigate our way around the world and our lives. We ask ourselves ‘what if?’, creating imaginary scenarios before we act. We visualise the route we walk to work, or what the basket full of ingredients will look like, once assembled and cooked, on a dinner plate.

There is no mystery in meditation… but when you give time and attention to the practice, it can open the door to many mysteries… including those of our own being…

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Remember…

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Cold creeps in slowly,

Bones, chilled and brittle

Snap like twigs,

Fragile and friable.

Remembered warmth

Turns the mind to memory;

Sunlight and laughter

And your hand in mine

Murmuring dreams;

Walking our future

As our words entwine

And our hearts race

Seeing the far yesterday

In our tomorrow.

Climbing our mountains

With the innocence of children,

Finding our future

In each others eyes.

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Cover Art – Sue Vincent

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Now, Elkmar and Aini built a house on the bank of the river Avon.

Aini had the form of a great white cow but she also had the form of a fair and beautiful woman.

Big-Boss Stud wanted to sleep with her.

Aini was amenable to that but she feared the power and the might of Elkmar, for his whiskers were tough and his tusks were long.

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“Why the form of a cow and a woman?”

“It’s a way of recognising the relationship of the worlds.”

“But to what end?”

“Understanding.”

“But I don’t think I do. Understand… I mean.”

“The easiest one to grasp is the Sun-Ray-Corn-Earth equivalence.”

“The Sun, Ray, Corn, Earth equivalence? Oh! I think I’ve got it! The corn sprouts from the earth like rays of light shine out from the sun.”

“And in drawing that equivalence, you’re recognising a universal process. I told you it was an easy one. No less beautiful for that though. We can probably go further by saying the stalks of corn are the rays of light from the Sun-Field projected through the Earth-Field.”

“Projected through what?”

“A particular seed… and the right conditions.”

“Neat.”

“Can you think of any other equivalencies? Animal ones, perhaps?”

“But of course. The Sun is a Horse, the Moon is a Cow.”

“…and the Earth?”

“The Earth is a Sow!”

“Why is the Sun a Horse?”

“Because it carries each of us to other worlds.”

“Why is the Moon a Cow?”

“Because it sustains us in the shadow of the Earth.”

“And why is the Earth a Sow?”

“Because of its prodigious progeny.”

“I think you’re right on all counts but I think they took it further. Can you express all that qualitatively?”

“I think so. How about… the Sun is a Horse, for Generation. The Moon is a Cow, for Dispensation. And the Earth… the Earth is a Sow, for Recompense.”

“Perfect! It’s all in there in a succinct form which has to be thought about in order to yield its meaning… just like the myth itself.”

“Or just like a seed.”

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So Big-Boss Stud sent Elkmar on an errand to Ekane, his beautiful son by Elatha, in the Plain of Fair Isles.

“Whatever task I am set,” said Elkmar, “I will accomplish it in the space of one whole night and one whole day and I shall be back with Aini before evening.”

“You must build a system of Cause-Ways to link these isles one to the other,” said Ekane.

“No easy task that,” said Elkmar, “but I am the equal of it.” And he called to him his flocks, and his herds.

But Big-Boss Stud, had already put three crafty spells of magic on him, so that Elkmar felt no hunger and he felt no thirst and he saw no sun set for the space of nine full moons, which passage of time seemed to him but the length of one whole night, and one whole day, during which time he and all his people, worked at the task which Ekane had set him, and to right good effect at that!

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A Rebellious Streak…

Sir Toby Belcher

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Rudy Trudy… No puddin’… No pie… Jabbed… The plebs… And made them… Cry… When the truckers… Came to play… Rudy Trudy… Ran away!

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The now slightly portly figure of Sir Toby paced the church hall deep in thought. The inaugural meeting of the New Home Stand was not something to be taken lightly.

His preparations had been meticulous and he was sure that ‘his men’ would be both impressed and just a little cowed by the presentation that he had put together for them… That is, with the possible exception of Alderman Teigue!

Sir Toby ran his fingers through his over long shock of white hair, ‘damn that fellow,’ he thought, ‘damn, damn and blast him!’

An intelligent enough chap for sure, possibly too intelligent, but that was not his beef.

No, there was something else, something insidious and cunning, difficult to put one’s finger on – A rebellious streak!

As that thought lit up Sir Toby’s features a jaunty whistling lilt drifted into the church hall through the open window… It turned his mind to concentration camps, and motorbikes, ‘that will be him now,’ scowled Sir Toby.

Sure enough a few seconds later Teigue-the-Sage breezed into the church hall and stopped whistling, ”Tobias!” He greeted, and then a flicker of amusement shimmered across his gaze as he took in the title of Sir Toby’s presentation, already, displayed on the screen at the front of the hall, ”Zero Tolerance, eh,” smiled Teigue?

”Thought I would cut to the quick,” explained Sir Toby.

”Interesting concept, zero!”

”How so?”

”It did not always used to be around, you know, if you’ll pardon the pun?”

”I didn’t,” admitted Sir Toby.

”Some debate over who invented it first…”

”Invented it?”

”The Indians or the Arabs…”

‘Damn!’ Thought Sir Toby, ‘both the Indians and the Arabs are currently personae non grata!

”My money is on the Arabs,” continued Teigue, ”of course, it is possible that they both invented it first but at different times,” he laughed.

Sir Toby’s mind began to boggle, ‘of course,’ he repeated and smiled thinly.

As the last of his ‘troops’ filed into the hall and found seats, Sir Toby took to the floor, ”For our inaugural gathering, I would like to introduce Alderman Teigue who is going to talk about the concept of zero.”

The hall rippled with polite applause.

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SPENDYKE 1023 – Anarchy stalks the streets.

The Globotomists and the grandees of their Home Stand are closing in on the Rubicon – that wildly improbable haven founded thousands of years before the current madness erupted.

Our fugitive, Demos, still lurks somewhere within its crusty corridors scouring the old tomes, housed on its crumbling shelves, for an antidote to Spendyke’s most grim secret…

The Riddle of the Nine Dark Tri-Grams is key to overcoming the demon hordes that hold sway, and now run amok.

Will Demos solve his home planet’s ancient enigma, before the inevitable doom descends, or not?

Welcome, to the apocalyptic world of Cashelkeep!

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A Pen and the Swords

Sue – a photograph taken during her ‘Swords Phase’

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February 6th, 2013…

Some time around half past one this morning I dried my eyes and placed the final full stop at the end of the manuscript.

The characters came to life for me long ago, the old man, the merry immortal, the lovers and the children, the gods and the Fae… they all live for me and I will miss their mind touch.

There were unexpected losses at  the end. I did not know until I wrote them and they carried both pain and love.

Like any birth, there is a separation when a story completes itself. And that separation holds both loss and hope as we wait and watch as we set free that we which we have held and see how it flies.

I hope I have written their story well and done them justice.

But it is complete.

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SWORDS of DESTINY

Sue Vincent

“…and the swords must be found and held by their bearers lest the darkness finds a way into the heart of man. Ask the waters to grant guidance and tell the ancient Keeper of Light that it is time to join battle for the next age.”

Rhea Marchant heads north to the wild and beautiful landscapes of the Yorkshire Dales where she is plunged into an adventure that will span the worlds. The earth beneath her feet reveals its hidden life as she and her companions are guided by the ancient Keeper of Light in search of artefacts of arcane power. With the aid of the Old Ones and the merry immortal Heilyn, the company seeks the elemental weapons that will help restore hope to an unbalanced world at the dawn of a new era.

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Spendyke…

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All boundaries… Are important… But some boundaries… Are more important… Than others… The boundaries between… England and Wales… And Scotland And England… For instance… Are not important at all… Because they are not really boundaries… The boundary between… Land and Sea… Or between Earth and Sky… These are proper boundaries… Not proper ties… No such thing as a proper tie… Either… That’s just legalise… Unlawful… When certain streets in a town are pedestrianised… They still have to indicate… Where the pavement… Once met the road… Ever wondered… Why?

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Here’s a clue… It has to do… With High Ways… And By Ways… Definitely not… Bye Laws… The Spendyke picture book… Was a case in point… It showed St John’s… Which is the church… In the centre of town… On church street… With a graveyard!… There had never been any gravestones… Just grass… And a couple of erratics… ‘Look at those things’… Snorted Gramps… When walking… The boundary… Of what was once the graveyard… After recognising the sense of what Gramps was saying… Something inexplicably ancient… Insisted that these stones… Needed to be… Considered.

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As it turns out… Those particular stones… Were sculpted… By the sea… And in the remotest places… Of Scotland… And Wales… Such stones… Usually dredged… From the river-bed… Are still… To this day… Venerated… By what… We might want to call… The country-folk… Or folk… Who dwell in the shadows… Otherwise… Folk in the know…  But what is it that they can know… That we don’t… It is not so much… A question of… Knowing… But rather of comprehending… That there are some things… That can’t be known… And that some things… Just have to… Fall-out… As they will…

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SPENDYKE

1022, a fugitive from planet Spendyke holes up in the bowels of the Rubicon library.
There he discovers ancient accounts of the reasons for his planet’s current plight.
Further research uncovers practical solutions to the dire world situation in the prevailing views of State Philosopher Hux.
As the global government crumbles around him the fugitive embarks upon a journey into his own past in order to pull Spendyke back from the brink.
But will he be successful?

Front and Back Cover artwork by Sue Vincent

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Mister Fox in Holmfirth

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Flames light the night and the beat of the drum calls…

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Guardians await the coming of the Silver Fox…

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Foxes prowl the night…

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…and the revellers become aware… and they follow.

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Music fills the night…

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Trees blossom with fireflowers…

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and strange creatures, half seen in the shadows.

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The Silver Fox lights the torches…

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Many flock to the banner…

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Dragons dance in the flames…

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…and a giant Crow challenges the Silver Fox.

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…but he is no match for the feral fire.

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and he flees into the shadows.

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A shaft of flame from the staff of the Silver Fox lights the braziers…

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and the Foxes dance, triumphant.

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Esto Audax…Esto Ferox.

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Mister Fox: Winter’s Tail…

Where is Mister Fox? The night howls in triumph… pale eyes watch from the shadows… It is the night of the Hunter’s Moon and the dancing ground should be alive with flame as the Foxes dance in the dark. But the dancing ground is deserted. They are gone. No earthly light pierces the gloom, only the sickly glow of a veiled moon.

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Mister Fox and The Green Man…

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…And the Green Man

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…If Tee’s study was the hub of intelligence, then Miss Hunnyfludd’s office, which comprised no more than a hastily compromised ante-chamber to its plush superior, was the heart…

Thomas Welch was currently making himself at home in the heart of operations and musing about his latest exploits in the name of service…

‘…hub-ub…hub-ub…hub-ub…’

It was not, upon reflection, the most distinguished of performances from our number one agent.

“They’re already referring to it as The Big Stone Head Affair, Tommy,” said Hunnyfludd disarmingly.

“Oh, they are, are they, Hunnyfludd, and who, precisely, might I ask, are ‘they’?” Welch smiled sardonically and raised a secretly famous eyebrow.

“Why, those in the know, of course, Tommy, those in the know,” smiled back Hunnyfludd, equally sardonically for she enjoyed their little contretemps.

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Mister Fox…

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The Grand-Father Clock, tock…tock…tocked reassuringly in the corner of the oak-panelled study.

Through the window to one side the ancient time piece’s Big Brother could be discerned dominating the metropolitan sky-line…

Tee was willfully oblivious of the time.

He deliberately shuffled the pile of predominantly red and black images on his large teak writing desk for the third time and shifted uneasily in his racing green, leather-upholstered, swivel chair.

Then he snorted…

It was the snort of a man determined to do something, somehow, anyhow, about whatever it was that currently irked him.

Tee snorted again, “Not in this day and age, Carstairs!”

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