by Steve Tanham
For those interested in the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, we have recently (July 2015) re-written our eleven-page overview about our Work. The images and text below are extracted from the downloadable PDF document, which is also indexed to provide fast links directly from your browser. You can download the full version of this by clicking below: Silent Eye 2015 Gen BrochureV1AA The Call … Read More Tracking the Silent Eye . . .
by Steve Tanham
For those kind souls who follow me on this blog. Many of you know that I am one of the three directors of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness. This site is for my own personal thoughts and comments, but also needs to provide good links to the Silent Eye, with thumbnail descriptions of what the School does. To add this continuity, I’ve made … Read More New Frontiers
by Steve Tanham
I waited while she brought the coffee; waited and moved my feet around in the sodden boots, enjoying the effect the squelching noise had on those on the next table. Eventually, she returned, smiling at my continued noise-making. “Stop it – you’re just being bad for the sake of it!” she scolded. “I’m only human.” I said, wetly. “Thank you . . . “ … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Seventeen
by Steve Tanham
Serafina is sitting in the formal chair, I’m lazing on the old leather settee, which fits nicely under the angled overhang unavoidably created when the architect cunningly crafted the upper floor on to our former Lakeland bungalow. “Why irony?” she says. “Irony?” – I’m playing hard to get. As my portable shrink, she’s used to such tactics. “On the top of your personal WordPress … Read More Microfibre and tractor beams – a tale from the shrinking settee
by Steve Tanham
“I’ve got you an extra coffee, in a take-away cup, because I knew you were going to be late, and I’m thoughtful like that . . .” I watched for her reaction. The word confusion was written across Alexandra’s face. I winced, inside – this was going to be a tough one. “But . . . but I’m not late!” she protested, looking at her watch … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fifteen
by Steve Tanham
Alexandra arrived to find her coffee waiting on the table; together with an old silver coin. “It’s a half-crown,” I said, in response to her puzzled look. “You may never have seen one, before?” “I have. My grandfather had some; and what am I supposed to do with it?” she asked, in reply. “Why, you spin it, of course!” I was being irritating, but … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen
by Steve Tanham
Alexandra was calmer and much more introspective when we met the following Monday morning. “So, we’re going to look at things from the unified perspective of what we have called ‘the Wave’?” she said. “Yes,” I replied, taking the new drawing, from my pocket and unfolding it next to the two fresh lattes. “Examine this and tell me what you see . . .” … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Twelve
by Steve Tanham
The sand was wet under our bare feet. Alexandra insisted on taking my hand and leading me into the shallow waves that lapped at the muddy beach. With her rolled-up suit trousers and my similarly shortened jeans, we must have looked quite a pair. I looked at her and laughed, “You’re doing this because I mentioned waves?” “I’m doing this because whatever you’ve done, … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven
by Steve Tanham
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. She gyred and gimbled down the steep slope of the hillside; full of music, laughter and the generally infectious good will that is the core of Ali – she of the golden heart, and one of the heroines of the River … Read More Gyre, Gimble and Ancient Egypt
by Steve Tanham
“So the circle of stations on top of your cheesy cylinder are the outermost layer of something?” Alexandra was in fine form. Outside the coffee shop, the first real day of spring-like weather was in full flow, despite the early hour. We had decided to celebrate this visible end of winter by sitting outside. I had bought the coffee. Alexandra had brought us a … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Seven
by Steve Tanham
“You’re not going to eat that, are you?” I watched the tableau unfold. The rolled slice of Dutch cheese was just an inch from my mouth when she stopped me. I was grateful she had, because, in my half hour of cheesy construction, the previous evening, I had mauled it somewhat, with my fingers and my wife’s borrowed cake cutters, and didn’t really relish … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Six
by Steve Tanham
The rain lashed at the seafront cafe’s windows. Would this horrible wet weather never end? I wondered, as I hurried, slightly late because of the heavy and slow traffic, into the warm interior. Alexandra had not wasted the extra time. Before her, on our table, lay a newly-drawn enneagram on a fresh serviette. I took off my raincoat, sodden despite the brief walk, and … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Five
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