An Eye full of Reflections (1)

The idea is a simple one: to pick a location and invite a group of friends – some of them Companions of the Silent Eye School, some simply friends, some new to the whole thing – to experience it in a different way…

It does require a degree of preparation. For these ‘shared discovery’ events to work they have to flow, smoothly, from one ‘scene’ to another. And those scenes are real events in real places with the usual potential for things to go awry… and that’s where the magic comes in, because there’s a balance to be struck, here: a balance between trying to control everything and reduce the ‘errors’ in the situation to zero; and letting events simply unfold by themselves – truly being in the moment, but as a conscious group…

It’s a balance carefully learned over many years. Without confidence that it will ‘come good’ it may not, and an overall ‘structure’ in which it can happen it may not, but if over-controlled, then it has no freedom to, shall we say, improvise

What improvises is what mystics call ‘the Spirit’. It’s a word used a lot in religion, (which the Silent Eye is not) and it is often placed out of reach of untrained experiencers by the dogma that can go with such religion. In the Silent Eye, we simply say that the powerful and world-changing presence of the Spirit belongs to everyone, and that we all experience it many times each day. 

The key to whether or not this ‘supercharges’ our lives is whether we are conscious of its active presence or take it to be simply accidental or ‘random’. 

We do not need to invoke a concept of, or a belief in a God to realise this experience. It is a property of the twinning of consciousness and our ‘world’, and has always belonged to mankind. 

In a world, and its resulting minds, which invokes a conditioning belief that everything is a predetermined chain of fixed events, from the Big Bang onwards, there is no room for the Spirit to be seen because we are not looking for it with any conviction…

Ancient ‘priests’ from many traditions saw and experienced things very differently, and so can we… And we do not need to dress up in, say, Pagan, Christian or Buddhist robes to do so, though they can act as amplifiers, should we wish.


The summer solstice is a very special and poignant time of year. In the few weeks prior – which is the period during which we have our summer weekend (one of four through the year), you can feel the swelling and the ripeness of nature as she nurtures her manifold forms of life to their state of fullness, an idea and a feeling that mystics of all ages have viewed as one side of the concept of polarity; the opposite being the bareness and seemingly forlorn character of the depths of winter, which we might call spiritually negative – at least as far as the outer world of manifestation is concerned.

Ancient Christian mystics named the Summer Solstice after St John; and the dark winter one after St Stephen. 


Thus, last Friday, a group of us in normal, casual dress, arrived at the tiny cove of Borth-y-Gest, a mile south of Porthmadog, North Wales, to begin the 2017 summer workshop by walking, talking, and, above all, listening as our event began with a simple but lovely meal at The Moorings restaurant. 

——- to be continued ——-

©Stephen Tanham

Third Annual Bloggers Bash

Mary’s gentle and lovely review of the Blogger’s Bash.

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This is rather a self-indulgent post as I re-live the Bloggers Bash. I can’t believe it’s already a week since I was in London meeting up with bloggers, some of whom I met last year, some of whom I only knew online and others whose blogs were new to me.

IMG_0021 Here I am with two of the organisers, Geoff le Pard and Ali Isaac

The Bash, now in its third year, is organised by Sacha Black and her minions, Geoff le Pard, Hugh Roberts and Ali Isaac. This year, as well as the presentation of blogging awards in a wide range of categories, the day included presentations and a panel debate – as well as much hugging, socialising, eating cake and a huge amount of chatter and laughter.

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Religious Syncretism? IV…

An Encounter with Death

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It is 1616. King James VI of Scotland has been on the throne of England and Ireland for thirteen years, having inherited the kingdom as the closest surviving relative of the beloved and sadly deceased Queen Elizabeth I. England continues to go through a time of both upheaval and opportunity, though the crowning glory of Elizabeth’s reign, the destruction of the Spanish Armada, has restored hope and stability to this once-isolated isle.

William Shakespeare is at the end of his life. More than any other figure, he knows and has documented the nature of mankind: its ambitions, its loves, its greed, jealously, spiritual aspirations and passing triumphs. In our five-act ritual drama we will revisit this knowledge within the mind of the Bard; a learning that would, one day, become known as psychology–and see it as a microcosm of the Elizabethan age with striking parallels to today…

Our play begins with the elderly Shakespeare on his deathbed. Three lit candles stand above the chair beside which lie the unused quill and paper on which the poet can no longer write. A friendly figure of Death approaches and asks, “Master Shakespeare, are you content?” The playwright raises a weary head and gestures, without words, to the archetypal being that has come for him.

Death begins to snuff out the candles.

The Reaper praises the life Shakespeare has led and summons images of some of this most famous characters. In a failing voice, Shakespeare speaks of his belief that mankind has a common interior nature, clouded over by the characteristics that the events of life produce.

Death reaches for the final candle and says, “They were good stories, Master Shakespeare, and will live on in the hearts of those who will come to love you… long after your body is but dust…”

Death begins to snuff out the last light, but Shakespeare raises a frail hand to halt his progress.

“Yes?” asks Death, gently.

“There was one story untold,” says the Bard. “One story that could not be told or it would have hurt her soul and her life… a story of the beloved Queen’s darkest hour.”

Death leans in and listens. “Tell it now,” he whispers.

The Silent Eye’s Spring 2018 Workshop will tell this story, a tale which, in the mind of the dying Shakespeare, consolidates his experiences with his beloved Queen – and recounts the fine line that all such playwrights had to tread in those uncertain times–times which, nevertheless, forged the Britain we know today…

The Silent Eye’s 2018 Spring workshop: Jewel in the Claw, weekend of 20-22 April is open for bookings.

Acting parts are available for everyone; from the most experienced to the enthusiastic newcomer. Come and join us! Each year, people new to the whole idea of group learning within mystical drama come to be part of it, and, every time, no-one wants to leave come the Sunday afternoon.

The booking form is shown below. You can download a copy here SE18 Booking form aloneAA

For updates, visit our website.

You can contact us to discuss the workshop at Rivingide@gmail.com

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©Stephen Tanham

The Resting Place

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To drop, with aching feet, into the chair

Though aluminium’s shine is bright

To sigh as muscles ease and tea is poured

And think of winter’s distant, endless night

Then seal sweet moment into memory fair

©Stephen Tanham

The Bloggers Bash 2017

Christoph Fischer's avatarwriterchristophfischer

I had a fantastic time at this year’s Blogger’s Bash. It was such a wonderful experience to meet so many amazing people, who, over five years of me blogging have become a second family to me. Getting to talk to these supportive and all very interesting people in the real world was truly a delight.

We had plenty of time to mingle and exchange ideas, then applaud the worthy winners and listen to some insightful presentations.

I can only urge you to check out the following blogs to see which ones inspire you.  There s so much talent, entertainment and information around.
And I would like to thank the organisers for all their hard work. I hope to see you there next year!

But I Smile Anyway

Shelley Wilson

Willowdot21

Graeme Cumming Dot Net

If Only I Could Read Faster

M J Mallon Author (Kyrosmagica)

BlondeWriteMore

SC Skillman

SaylingAway

A…

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Maxims…

Rain on the window

Sue Vincent's avatarThe Silent Eye

The light changed, suffusing the clouds with a soft glow and shadowing the sky that strange half-light that heralds a storm. The rain, it seemed, had settled in, pattering against the window and drawing the eye to focus on the diamond streaks of misery. Yet, beyond the pane there was colour, molten gold flaming in the sky as the day drew to a close.

I picked up the camera, unwilling to get wet by going outside, but determined to capture at least one moment of the crepuscular display. The camera fastened its gaze firmly on the immediacy of the window pane and refused to look farther than its proverbial nose, consigning distant beauty to an indistinct netherworld beyond its focus.

I fiddled with the settings, desperate to circumvent the limitations of the camera, but to no avail. While I was doing so, the constant shifting of light and cloud meant…

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What a WINNER Of A Day! #BloggersBash2017 #SundayBlogShare

Naked people

Sue Vincent's avatarThe Silent Eye

There are a lot of things that I could write about the Blogger’s Bash…and doubtless many will be writing about it for some time to come, but if I were to choose the one, overriding image of the  day, it could only be the naked people.

Granted, the ones we actually met were not quite as naked as those we passed outside Buckingham Palace. It was an unexpected sight in central London… hordes of  them, all riding bikes…and the police did not appear to mind! Although thankfully, the day was gloriously warm, it made no sense whatsoever. It was not until a bit of judicious Googling revealed that this was the annual Naked Bike Ride, an environmental protest against the car-based culture of our world, that it all fell into place. The ride is a community event that promotes human-powered modes of transport, as well as a body-positive image…and…

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Inherited symmetry


Inherited symmetry

Obscures soft flowers

The eye of truth

Carried on young flesh

Triumphs in the passing

©Stephen Tanham

Nests #midnighthaiku