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September 22, 2022 + #Silenti, Consciousness, Esoteric Meaning of Myth, esoteric psychology, History, Journey of the hero, Photographic techniques, Photography, Places and Prose, Psychology

Theatre of the Mind

by Steve Tanham

Once a month, on the evening of the third Sunday, the Silent Eye hosts a zoom-based get-together on the internet. People join us from across the world. The purpose is to share our (and others’) explorations of the mystically-oriented life; hence its name: SE-Explorations. In the comfort of our own homes, those who might be curious and those who seem to have been curious … Read More Theatre of the Mind

September 8, 2022 + #Silenti

All the world’s a stage…

by Steve Tanham

We could imagine ourselves as a leading actor in a play. There are other actors, but we have something unique… The play is written around our character. We are the only performer who can describe the play from the inside – our ‘inside’. We infer that others can do this, but we have a unique perspective on our view of the play. We have … Read More All the world’s a stage…

July 26, 2022 + #Silenti, Photographic techniques, Photography, Silent Eye School, Travel

A photo tour of the RSC (1) Treading the Boards

by Steve Tanham

“You might wonder,” said our guide. “Why the Royal Shakespeare Company (RSC) would spend £112 million on a completely new interior for its world-famous theatre, only to leave in place these scruffy wooden boards… Looking at me, he continued: “Do you realise, Sir, you are treading the same boards that creaked beneath the stage shoes of Lawrence Olivier, Richard Burton David Tenant and Dame … Read More A photo tour of the RSC (1) Treading the Boards

June 13, 2019 + #Silenti, Ancient Landscapes, Ancient Sacred Sites, Astrology, Belief and Faith, Castles, Consciousness, English Lake District, guided mystical walks, Higher Mind, Lake District, Magic, meditation, Mindfulness, Spirituality

The way to dusty death?

by Steve Tanham

We were in Ulverston, Dean and I. We’d just climbed the famous ‘Hoad’ – a tall monument on the top of a tall hill that looks like a lighthouse… but isn’t. There’s some important symbology in that, but we’ll return to it later. He was on his way back from Somerset to northern Scotland – the Glenlivet area of the North Cairngorms, where he … Read More The way to dusty death?