Category: Silent Eye School

Microfibre and tractor beams – a tale from the shrinking settee

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

The Solstice Stone

Watched over by the ancient Lion and Lamb the Summer Solstice light tries to kiss awake the sleeping mind of Mankind

Approaching the Solstice – Saturday

Standing in the Eye of the Uffington White Horse Looking down at the processional route from ancient times . . .

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen

I had arranged to meet Alexandra on the seafront the next Monday morning. I explained that I would bring us take-away coffee, as I wanted to use the half-hour to do a large-scale drawing. I had hinted that additional footwear might be required and she looked quite incongruous when she arrived, in pin stripe suit and walking boots . . . “Only for you!” … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Sixteen

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Fifteen

“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

The Morning of the Eye of God

He never thought that on his last Solstice run He would be chosen Never dreamed that leagues could fall behind Leaving the others, younger mostly, In the dust of his tracks, farther, now, than his hearing. Ahead, the great rock soars up, black and massive Its winding path, dark strip in the pre-dawn light His feet, belonging to something else, Thunder like heartbeats along … Read More The Morning of the Eye of God

Dark Night of the Stone

Dark Night of the Stone Freezing fingers clutch the silver cup The thin but faithful horse stands grace Equine feelings urge Gawain, “Go on” The mountain stream adds ice; its own Completing miseries’ embrace ——- How did we come to this, Gawain? His frozen thoughts; the pain, protest How did we seek a place unknown To pay the debt we shouldn’t own From Christmas … Read More Dark Night of the Stone

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Thirteen

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

The Warrior in the Headless Mask

In a fundamental shift from the ‘Tanham’ era at the helm of the Silent Eye’s annual workshops in Derbyshire, next year’s event, 22-24 April, 2016 marks a new departure on two fronts: we are taking the now well-practiced enneagram temple format into the Arthurian Mysteries, something that may never have been done before and which may see Mr Gurdjieff’s ghost coming after me for its … Read More The Warrior in the Headless Mask

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Eleven

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

Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten

“Tell me about the ‘wave’?” Alexandra asked, excitedly. “I get the idea of the now, though I think that’s something we all take for granted; but the wave sounds like something to be discovered, something fundamental to existence . . .” I sipped my coffee and looked back into those excited, bright eyes, and considered how to fill her with the sense of joy … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee – Part Ten

Between the Heartbeats

Between the heartbeats Between the heartbeats there is A silence that would deafen Should you Be there.                —— Between the heartbeats there is A polarity of coming into Being That lacks only the Eye that sees.                —— Between the heartbeats there is An intent that waits … … For You, … Read More Between the Heartbeats