The Entered Dragon (5) : a seat in the gods ~ Steve Tanham.

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent
Continued from Part Four The stage is set. The feeling of expectation is deep. In the darkness of the auditorium, we cannot see those sitting beside us. The stage is dark, yet the darkness is not empty; in fact the darkness is full of that which is not yet formed, but can be. None of our senses can yet register what is forming on that stage. But something within us is kin to that darkness-filled-with-potential. Something within us at the deepest place that we can call ourselves is filled with this dark potential. But the potential is not dark, in fact, The potential has an unseen brightness and a vest sense of waiting. In this series we have examined the nature of what the early psychologists called the unconscious. We have considered that the conscious part of our existence is like the visible part of an iceberg seen above the water. Most of its mass and energy and potentially dangerous presence lies beneath. In the last post we encountered Carl Jung’s dramatic conclusion that all consciousness emerged from this ocean of unconscious being. What does that mean? We can be without their being any differentiation between what is perceived and what is considered a centre, an us.

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Thursday photo prompt: Serenity #writephoto

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Welcome to this week’s #writephoto prompt!

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which was published earlier today.

Throughout the week, I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and space allows, usually in the order in which they are submitted.

**Please note that disasters, exploding coffee posts and rogue viruses permitting, I will be away from the computer for much of the next ten days… comments, acknowledgements and reblogs will be dependant on being somewhere with a decent signal. Adventure calls…

All posts submitted by the deadline ( and please note that it is slightly earlier this week) will be featured in the weekly round-up on Thursday 10th September, linking back to the original posts of contributors.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

Submit your link by midnight (GMT) Tuesday 8th September to be included in the round-up.

Link back to this post with a pingback (Hugh has an excellent tutorial here) and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up. If you link to any other post, I may miss your entry when compiling the round-up.

Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.

By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.

Regular contributors are also welcome to come over as my guest and introduce themselves (click here for details).

Please note: As I do not share my political opinions on this blog, please do not use the challenge as a platform from which to share yours. Party political or racially offensive posts will not be reblogged.

This week’s prompt ~ Serenity

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a blue-lit landscape, land and calm water mirroring the cloudy, silver-lit sky.

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Photo prompt round-up: Tokens #writephoto

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Gestures of respect

Tokens left in memory

Gratitude displayed

Anonymous offerings

Minds and hearts freed by magic

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The photo for this week’s prompt was a strange choice. I knew, when I stumbled across it, that the photograph had been taken during a trip to Glastonbury some years ago. I knew that I recognised the shot… but it was not until after the prompt went live that I suddenly remembered exactly what it had captured or where.

The feather, the stones, the flowers, leaves and berries… all are small, organic offerings left with respect at the burial place of Dion Fortune, one of the great ladies of the esoteric world.

Her books and her work have probably brought more people to the study of the mystical Qabalah and to the realisation of the magic in every atom of Creation than any other writer of her era.  You can read more about that visit here.

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Thank you to everyone who took part, visited or reblogged the posts or left comments for their authors. A new prompt will be published later today. As always, I will reblog as many contributions as space and time allows as they come in… and all of them will be featured in the round-up next Thursday.

All the posts are listed below, so please click on the links below to read them and leave a comment for the author!

Pingbacks do not always come through… if you have written a post for this challenge and it does not appear in the round-up, please leave a link to your post in the comments and I will add it to the list.

An invitation to writephoto writers…

As there are usually too many contributions to reblog all of them every week, and so that we can get to know their writers, I would like to invite all writephoto writers to come and introduce themselves on the blog as my guest! Click here for details.

Come and join in!

Thank you to all Contributors!

Goutam Dutta

Artie and Stu’s Mary Hansen saga used a previous prompt

Lisa Coleman at Our Eyes Open

Nima Mohan at The Tenth Zodiac

Felicia Denise

Brian F. Kirkham at The Inkwell

Aishwarya at Kitty’s Verses

Annette Rochelle Aben

Jay Mora-Shihadeh at The Artist From The Inside Out

Na’ama Yehuda

Happysoul at Live Love Laugh Learn

Rosemary Carlson at The Write Scribe

Smita Ray at The Wide Blue Yonder

Christine Bolton at Poetry for Healing

Annette Kalandros at Hearing The Mermaids Sing

What if we all cared?

S. S. at Mindfills

Geoff Le Pard at TanGental

The Indishe

Frank Hubeny at Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Anita from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

Kim Blades

Dr. Crystal Grimes at Mystical Strings

Aseem Rastogi at Transition of Thoughts

Jules at Jules Pens Some Gems

Di at pensitivity101

Balroop Singh at Emotional Shadows

Trent P. McDonald at Trent’s World

Anjali Sharma at Positive Side Of The Coin

Jez Farmer at About the Jez of It

Cheryl at The Bag Lady

Goff James at Art, Photography and Poetry

Alethea Kehas at The Light Behind the Story

Anisha at Crazy Nerds

Mason Bushell at Mason’s Mind Menagerie

Lady Lee Manila

Iain Kelly

Reena Saxena

Sadje at Keep it Alive

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Constructive thinking?

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Brookstone Builders, Inc. Friday Funny/Construction high ...

My son’s wetroom is currently spread between the lounge, the bedroom and the car park… not much of it is actually in the bathroom. The spare bedroom that became the gym is covered in wet paint and dustsheets… because somebody, who shall remain nameless, decided that now would be a perfect time to strip it out and turn it into a bedroom again.

Everything that was in there is now spread throughout the house, mixed in with bathroom fittings and bits of arcane pipework. The entire place… and my car too… is covered in a thick pall of stone dust from the travertine tiles that are being cut to shape. And he wants to tile the kitchen next…

Everywhere you walk, you fall over electricians, tilers and plumbers and I keep running out of mugs for their tea…

I can neither locate nor access half the stuff I need to run his home… but that’s okay as my next job is to clear the shed to make room for the spare freezer that I’ll have to carry out there… that is after the new bedroom furniture arrives for me to lug in and assemble today.

And some people (who will continue to remain nameless…) think I have an easy job…

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Deserted highways

No mobile signal for miles

Faraway places

I put my faith in magic

Sanity sustained by dreams

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For Colleen’s poetry challenge

 

 

 

 

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Beloved Inamorata ~ Smita Ray #writephoto

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Sometimes, I passed the time of the day with you,

But you, silently, slipped inside your home;

Somehow my heart, still, made it through,

Continue reading at The Wide Blue Yonder

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Innocence #midnighthaiku

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The lodger appears

Mother makes introductions

Sons squeal in terror

Evil Smiley Faces - ClipArt Best

 

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The orphans ~ Tallis Steelyard

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:

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I rarely despair of Port Naain. After all, who wants a gloomy poet? There is a school of thought which suggests we are merely a better class of buffoon. Between ourselves and in all candour, I’m not sure whether the terms ‘school’ and ‘thought’ should be used in connection with people which such a poor grasp of the higher arts. Still, back to the main point, the thing which keeps me from despondency is the kind gestures I see from my fellow citizens.

Obviously at times like this it would be undiplomatic to play favourites and to cast a light merely on one particular individual. But still I am going to allow the light to shine on Mad Jez. I have mentioned him before, a number of times. He is a large individual. A walking mountain of scar tissue, muscle and anger management issues. His anger is as sharply focused as the edge of his axe blade, and like the axe, the anger is barely concealed.

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Offerings ~ Christine Bolton #writephoto

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

A special place
of calming energy
Rocks
smooth to the touch
Warm and comforting
His presence felt here
More than a hundred
times they had sat
in peaceful silence
but for the birds
and sounds of nature

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Going West: Deep Magic…

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

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I’d seen the name when I’d planned the route… though ‘planned’ may be stretching things a bit far; I had a vague idea and my companion had a map. From Kilpeck to Rhyader, somewhere near which we would find our hotel, there are perfectly good ‘A’ roads and the fifty mile trip should take no more than about an hour. But with a ‘B’ road that passes through something called Golden Valley, and through villages with names like Kingstone and Dorstone before leading you up a track called Arthur’s Stone Lane… well, the ‘A’ roads were never really an option. Especially when I’d seen ‘King Arthur’s Stone’ marked in telltale brown on the map.

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Not that we had any idea what King Arthur’s Stone might be. “Probably just an erratic,” and if so, we would probably miss it. Such things are seldom signposted and one odd boulder in a field has little to distinguish it from any other boulder unless you get up close. “It could be miles from the road.” Given the amount of rain we’d had, neither of us fancied getting muddied up to the eyeballs for an erratic… a random stone dumped on the landscape by a long ago glacier. It was probably a wild goose chase… and I was loath to give my companion another reason to expound upon the wandering stones theory.

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But we were in luck. A sharp and unexpected turn led us up a narrow lane, following the signs for King Arthur’s Stone, before an even sharper turn onto a broken track, barely wide enough for the car’s wheelbase. A track, moreover, that seemed intent on getting narrower and leading us into the middle of nowhere… which was fine. It is where we generally end up after all. The road surface started to disappear too, but, just when we were convinced we must have missed whatever-it-was… we saw it. Right next to the track and unmissable for all sorts of reasons…

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Dear Don: Stepping Stones…

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Don,

Now, I know we do a fairly good job of it, as a rule, but we can’t blame the Romans for everything…

Although they might be to blame, inadvertently, for this. I can probably make a good enough case for it.

I think the problem resides with the whole ‘civilisation’ thing. And perceived ‘progress’.

As technologies evolve, they tend to make our lives easier, giving people the time to explore further than the call of necessity. At the same time, a sense of entitlement to ease is fostered while the traditions of community go by the board.

And conquerors almost always seek to impose their own ideas…

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