April 22: Flash Fiction Challenge

April 22, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!

For this prompt I have imagined a letter from Mother Nature/ Earth/ Gaia to us all. This is part of the Carrot Ranch Challenge.

My Children

I tried to warn you, painted warnings on walls and billboards with letters 20ft tall screamed, shouted and made a fuss.No one listens at all.The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers peek in spring. Snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring.You’re heading for another drought your reservoirs  almost dry yet you let precious water waste. It’s starting with the the smaller things but soon you will suffer too. This green planet that you call home is dieing. I’m so tired and you just ignore my warning.  From a dieing Mother nature.

A Farewell to Sue Vincent

Thank you Steve.

Sun in Gemini

Today will be the funeral of our dear friend and fellow Director of the Silent Eye, Sue Vincent. Many words have been said over the past two weeks… Today is a simple goodbye for a few family and friends.

For those who might wish to know what is happening today, we include, above, the two pages of a simple tri-fold ‘Order of Service’ document, that we have produced, ourselves, for distribution at the Crematorium in Aylesbury. As you can see, many people have contributed content for this. The Celebrant is an old friend and fellow light-worker, Lorraine Munn, asked by Sue, prior to her death, to conduct this. There is also a poem by Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki, Director of the Servants of the Light. Two poems written by Sue feature in the programme.

In honour of Sue, this will be our last post of this week.

Thank you to everyone who…

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A life well lived…

With thanks to Stuart for sharing 💜

France & Vincent

Excerpts from the funeral service held at Watermead Crematorium, Aylesbury…

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Sue Vincent, 14th September 1958 – 29th March 2021

‘We prepare to receive one whose life has been well lived…’

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Procession entry music: ‘Vincent’, Don Maclean…

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The best of times, the worst of times…

Sue was born in Yorkshire in 1958, into a family that was about as spiritually eclectic as you can get. The various members were Jewish / Buddhist / Methodist (with High Church for special occasions), with one grandfather who taught her very early about the Qabalistic Tree of Life, the other a Spiritualist minister, and one grandmother a noted psychic, like her mother before her. She attended the Zion Baptist Sunday School with Hindu and Moslem friends…

A better culture for one who was destined to serve as a Priestess of the Western Magical Tradition could hardly be imagined…

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Sue’s first…

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Stone Shepherdess…

Macical

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Images from Callanish, June 2019…

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A Song with Sue Vincent (1)

The Memories of the Silent Eye.

Sun in Gemini

In the near darkness, the woman’s right hand came gently down on my shoulder from behind. It was the signal that she was ready, that we could begin either the bravest or the stupidest thing we’d ever attempted.

(Above: the cast of The Song of the Troubadour)

It was April 2013. Sue Vincent and I were about to sing the opening of a temple ritual drama. Sitting on a small stool in front of her, I took a breath and let my fingers rest on the nylon strings of the Spanish guitar…

We were on our own, as Troubadours had often been, in history, conveying their truths as songs.

Around us in the half-light, lit only by a few electric candles and one small real flame in a glass lantern, around thirty people were pretending to be asleep, their heads nodded downwards, The hoods of their robes were pulled up…

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Sue Vincent, friend and co-creator

More beautiful thoughts from Steve.

Sun in Gemini

Sue Vincent passed from this organic life into the world of Being, early this morning. Her partner, Stuart France, was with her, as was her family.

(Above: Sue about to have lunch outside one of her favourite places on the moors at Ilkley – her ‘spiritual home’.

She leaves two fine sons and two delightful grandchildren, Hollie and Imogen… and a famous dog named Ani, whose books have outsold anything the rest of us have ever written.

Sue was one of the founding Directors of the Silent Eye, planned through the winter of 2012, and established in the spring of 2013. She described it as one of the most important things she ever did.

I will be writing a little about the history of our Mystical School on Thursday’s Silent Eye blog, and copied, here.

(Above: Sue and Stuart on Ilkley Moor (with hat) after one of our preparatory walks…

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There are some things a poet cannot accept

Thank you Jim for these beautiful honest thoughts.

Tallis Steelyard

There are times when a poet must make a stand and say, “This has happened without my cognisance and I will not accept it!” Today has not been the best of days. Today I got a note from a patron. Common enough, especially from her, as she was always quick to praise, swift to encourage. But today the note had a bitter flavour. She was sitting awaiting death. A week? Longer?

And what can a poet do? A poet can protest, a poet can stand tall and say firmly that this will not do. A poet can bang the table with his wine glass obvious of the fact it has shattered and the pieces lie glistening but incoherent, shards of dreams never now to be dreamt.

Others have known Sue for longer than I, others will doubtless feel the grief more keenly, will mourn longer, but my job as a…

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Into Spirit…

Born high on angel wings.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Sue Vincent

14th September 1958 – 29th March 2021

R.I.P

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My Sunrise

Ivor’s new book “Tullawalla”, is due to be released on 30th March.

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

My new book“Tullawalla”, is due to be released on 30th March, and for preorder, here are the links

Barnes and Noble.. Tullawalla by Ivor Steven, Kerri Costello, Hardcover | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

Amazon.. Amazon.com: Tullawalla eBook: Steven, Ivor, Costello, Kerri, Harris, patricia: Books

www.books2read.com/Tullawalla

Tomorrow is “Book Launch Day” and today I’m presenting afavourite poem of mine that just missed out on making the cut for my Book.. This nostalgic piece speaks for itself as to why the words stay close to my heart…

My Sunrise

I have walked a thousand lonely miles

Looking for her everlasting smile

Gradually scaling Ararat’s steepest cliff

There, sipping from the grail’s cup of youth

I have travelled to the edge of time

To find the final word of rhyme

Where my sunrise soared into the sky

To recapture her last goodbye

Then I crawled on my hands

Searching…

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Life to Match.

image from here

Life is like a match. It bursts into being, full of promise and light. It grows then at it fullest and brightest it dies, returning us to the dark..

Birth is painful it is bloody, it is spectacular, it is after conception, the start for everybody. Pushed from the darkness into the light screaming and kicking you get handled by gloved hands under bright light.

Then like the flame as it takes hold the young brain sucking in knowledge. Like the match it needs oxygen as much as it can hold.

You see the blue and yellow of the flame grow in strength as it follows its aim. As we grow, we learn and we store the lessons that will form us more and more. Reaching out to light the world  doing all we can to live the life you know is right.

dicarded and forgotten

Like the match we reach our zenith gold and blue with smoky edges but only for seconds does that last. How soon our very best is past. Try as we may to keep the light, like the match are loosing it fast. So tailing down to nought but heat like the match we are thrown on the scrap heap. At best we end up all alone or, I shudder at the choice , in an old people’s home.

Sad as I am to be alone, don’t throw me in an old peoples home. I once had so much to share I am still in here please have a care.

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