Sue Vincent's Blog: Echoes of Life, page 3

Big Chants…

‘OM’ *** ‘Once, when the Gods and Demons, both children of Prajapti, arrayed themselves against each other, the Gods got hold of a Big Chant. With this we will overpower them, they thought. They venerated the Big Chant as the wind within the nostrils but the Demons riddled it with evil. On it one now … … Continue reading →

Big Liars…

‘Evil is also that which destroys spirit.’ *** The psychology of evil is distinguished by – Consistent destructive, scapegoating behaviour, which may often be quite subtle. Excessive, albeit usually covert, intolerance to criticism and other forms of narcissistic injury. Pronounced concern with public image and a self image of respectability, contributing to a stability of … … Continue reading →

Big Wheels…

‘Ophanim and Seraphim’ *** …The Wheel on this cold autumn day is not popular, and the Fairground itself has not recovered sufficiently from the shelling and bombing to attract crowds. A wrecked pleasure place, weeds growing up round the foundations … Continue reading →

Time Slip…

…Dusk falls quickly as the mists in autumn and here in the sheltered valley the light is fading. The thin grass is wet and dew-cold as they alight from their ponies, setting them to graze and drink from the wide, … Continue reading →

Big Stone Culture…

Two-Thousand-and-Twenty-Three an Asylum Reality… ‘That could almost be the watchtower of Amon Sul…’ *** … Exclaimed one of our Companions on their first view of Carl Wark. It was a well observed remark and one Tolkien himself would, perhaps, have … Continue reading →

The Illusion of Power

There were those who walked the earth who looked not into the eyes of Nut, but whose ears were caught by the whispering hiss of Apep on the threshold of dream. There were some who, looking into his eyes, were … Continue reading →

Soul-Seer…

Bryn Celli Ddu – Interior *** Deep in the belly of the earth, somewhere in Wales… Bark Jaw-Dark was under attack… First she was a speck, black against the sky, then she was an arrow balancing the breeze, finally, after … Continue reading →

Westernesse…

A Two-Thousand-and-One Film Fantasy… ‘This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul…’ * Westernesse, also called Númenor, is a fictional place in J. R. R. Tolkien’s writings. It was the kingdom occupying a large island to the west of Middle-earth, … Continue reading →

The Riddle of the Initiate

The Song of Seven Veils …From Heart to Head a Lay… * My First is sinuous, scaly and smooth It is found in lake but not in love, what is below is like that above… * My Sixth lies at … Continue reading →

A song in the darkness…

“… It was like waking into a nightmare within a dream. I could feel sticky limbs attaching themselves to me all over, leeching the life from me. When I dared to open my eyes all I could see were these … Continue reading →