Category: Spirituality

Wayward

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It was a dark place, akin to madness Wrought by a grief held in stasis; Buried alive by choices Made in assumed ignorance And wilful blindness. Rooted in the memory of a past long dead, That rattled its chains in waking nightmares And brittle laughter. Afraid to be seen, afraid to be ignored To pass into…

Carry on talking

  From twisted flesh and sinew You dared to dream To think, to see, to do And in that doing felt The Universe create anew ⦿ But doing dares beyond To tell the species how Uniquely made it is Not for that which follows life But simply what is now: That mind could put an end to strife ⦿ And all, you said, of … Read More Carry on talking

Formidable stone

Formidable, once: Within this place was safety born Exchanged for fealty, price of stones That made these walls and saved your bones ⦿ Tracks in the sand: The beach on which you walk your dog Is wet where bishops splashed ashore The highway of the sea a grateful, distant roar ⦿ Oak-panelled door: Beneath which we pass in droves A portal – then – … Read More Formidable stone

Māyā

Candle in the mind

If we wish to make a voyage into the self, we need a set of tools, with which to: a) Investigate, as objectively as possible, what this ‘me’ is doing. b) Create a space; a different part of us, that our growing and real consciousness can ‘live in’. These may initially sound somewhat forced, but that is only because western language, with its notional … Read More Candle in the mind

Dwellers in Towers

A recent trip to the beautiful Northumbrian coast threw up a chance visit to Preston Tower, one of a type known as a ‘Pele Tower’ – a fortified place of refuge for well-to-do families, built during the times of the ‘Border Reivers’ – armed family gangs who took the law into their own hands in these often un-policed borderlands between England and Scotland. In … Read More Dwellers in Towers

Identified flying object

One of the key understandings in mystical thought is the idea of identity. Words morph their meaning over time, and identity is a classic case. We might think of the police knowing the ‘identity’ of a person they want to speak to. We would find it in fashion magazines for both genders in the context of a garment to reinforce our identity in line … Read More Identified flying object

Reflections on free will

What does it mean to have ‘free will’? It’s a phrase that is used very casually, as though it carries an identical meaning to us all. It’s particularly important if you want to pursue a path of mystical self-development, since the whole idea of ‘will’ is a central concept of work on the self. What is will? We take its very existence for granted, … Read More Reflections on free will

Becoming Air

Standing here I feel as though my life Were a rising of sap An ascent of mind and heart A hissing of vitality, akin to steam ➰ From earth I am drawn To organic arising Within a perfected tree Which nourishes my Imperfections ➰ Until, old and swaying With faded crumbling leaf Stubbornly past its fall My substance golds then fades And, once again, … Read More Becoming Air

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The Dragon of Elizabeth’s Seas

  It is the beginning of May, 1587, and a man known locally as The Dragon is headed for Cadiz on Spain’s Atlantic coast. His mission is not peaceful. The act of sailing to Cadiz poses few challenges for this master mariner, who, ten years prior, had already circumnavigated the globe – becoming only the second person (after Magellan) to do so. But what … Read More The Dragon of Elizabeth’s Seas

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She of the Voice

 “Ra-bi-ya, Ra-bi-ya…” As she surveys the black and white squares of the court before her, the song echoes in her head, a beloved memory of time spent, long ago, with her mother, playing their hiding game among the orange groves in the gardens of the royal home. ‘She of the voice, the inner voice,’ had been the way they referred to her, later in … Read More She of the Voice

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A Woman of Power and Substance

It is the winter of 1584. The well-dressed woman watches as her fourth husband storms out of the dining hall at their present home, Tutbury Castle, in Staffordshire. In the corner of the room sits a younger woman, now smiling at the angry departure of the man of the house–the sixth Earl of Shrewsbury. The seated woman with the secretive smile has good reason … Read More A Woman of Power and Substance