Petals of the Rose

Petals of the Rose

Guided Journeys

Sue Vincent

A collection of guided meditations, designed to open aspects of the personality in as gentle and natural way as the petals of the rose open at the touch of the sun. Each inner journey will carry you to a haven within your own psyche from which to explore layers of your own being, learning their meaning and purpose.

From mystical and silent castles, to the song of the unicorn… each journey takes you deeper into your inner being and carries you out beyond the stars…

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St Just…

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Not only did our last hotel

fail to provide any windows, to speak of, in our room,

  it also failed to provide us with a breakfast…

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Which is just as well, really,

for we were up, and off, and away

long before breakfast would ordinarily

ever have been dreamed of…

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However, by nine bells one might be forgiven

for expecting the local sea-front eateries to be offering

something in the way of refreshment?

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Not so!

So, we headed for St Just…

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Nightingales: July Zoom Cyber Room…

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The Self, is it real or a psychological illusion?

In this hour of focus on what many consider to be our most precious possession, we will look at the arising of the self and its potential.

Many mystics have considered that we have a self and a Self.

What is the difference?

Does one subsume the other or do they meet halfway.

Join us for some spiritual companionship, fun and discussion on what might just be the most important topic of our lives…

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Grand-Solar-Minimum…

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Big Bee was packing…

“Haruppa,” said Teigue-the-Fool.

“Trunks,” said Big Bee carefully placing a mental tick on his list…

“The Myceneans,” continued Teigue doing likewise.

“Goggles,” went on Big Bee…

“The Tang, Shang, Hang and Yuwen Dynasties,” countered Teigue.

“Snorkel,” laughed Big Bee, recalling much happier times…

“And the Mayans!” finished Teigue with something of a flourish.

“What about them?” asked Big Bee, finally acknowledging the somewhat cryptic utterances of his advisor in chief.

“They’re all empires which collapsed when things got colder,” said Teigue, with a sly grin flicking the edges of his thin mouth.

“Well, I’m counting on a little sunshine, for the next six weeks at least,” smiled Big Bee.

“Don’t forget these,” said Teigue waving wood and cat-gut at him.

“Ah, princess tippy-toes she, erm, she doesn’t play tennis,” grimaced Big Bee with no little regret.

“They’re snow-shoes,” said Teigue-the-Fool, quietly…

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

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‘The Book of Assassinations’

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We were determined not to get wet, so we went to Chesterfield, on the general principle that there would be both indoor parking and a cathedral big enough to keep us both dry and occupied for some time. We got those points right… but we failed miserably in the staying dry department as the heavens open and the chill, northern rain pelted down. As my companion made a judicious dive for the porch, I found a convenient tree under which to shelter the camera and get some shots of the famous crooked spire.

sheffield chesterfield hare 004The church dates to the 13th Century and the tower was added in around 1362. The tower is twisted by 45 degrees and leans 9’ 6” from true centre. Several local legends tell how it became so contorted, many have to do with the Devil and the purported virginity of brides. Wikipedia says : “One well established legend goes that a virgin once married in the church, and the church was so surprised that the spire turned around to look at the bride, and continues that if another virgin marries in the church, the spire will return to true again; with only 3 weddings in 2010 in the church it seems that this legend understandably discourages marriages at the church. Another legend is that a Bolsover blacksmith mis-shoed the Devil, who leaped over the spire in pain, knocking it out of shape.” There are others, and it is well worth looking some of them up.

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I didn’t linger too long under my tree. It was raining quite heavily and my feet were already squelching in the little slippers I habitually wear for some strange and unfathomable reason. You would think I would have learned by now… Even the pigeons had given up and had taken shelter where they could, so I too followed their example.

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For all the church has been embellished over the centuries, being the foremost building in the area, it still retains its atmosphere of calm peace, and every nook and cranny inside hides symbols and artistic treasures, bits of history and the evidence of the faith of hundreds of years…

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The watchers

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We were being watched. It was palpable. In fact, as I raised the camera to watch the watchers, others could see it too… we weren’t imagining it. They had been following us all day, dark, hooded figures flitting in and out of vision, all across the Derbyshire landscape. Sitting on fences, following our footsteps, watching our every move at every site we visited. We even had evidence in bag and pocket… and the camera had quietly documented their stealthy observation…

Sitting in the little courtyard of the pub in Castleton, by some miracle on the part of my companion, the staid half of shandy I had reluctantly asked for had been transformed into a nicely chilled Stowford’s … I love Derbyshire!… and we were surrounded.

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There were jackdaws on the low rooftops, on the chimneys… whole families of them, including the young one that misjudged and went flying in a way that failed to involve wings.

I snapped away happily while the pint of Guinness and half of Stowford’s slowly disappeared, then passed the camera across to my companion so he could see the day’s photographic haul. As always I wait, judging his reaction by the tilt of his head and the set of his lips.

“We’ve got our Dark Sage.” …

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PUB To Lay Charges of Mass Murder By Government Policy

PUB To Lay Charges of Mass Murder By Government Policy

Over the course of the past sixteen months, whilst building the case for pandemic fraud against the Four Horsemen of COVID-1984, the PUB team has been concurrently amassing evidence of mass murder by government policy in UK hospitals, care homes and hospices.

Now, in the aftermath of the inherently void decision of the Deputy Chief Magistrate [DCM] to dismiss our Private Criminal Prosecution [PCP] against Hancock, Whitty, Vallance and Ferguson for pandemic fraud, we have more than enough incontrovertible prima facie evidence to lay a case for mass murder of the very people the UK Government’s health policies are supposed to be protecting.

Moreover, we have now established a comprehensive database of evidence which exposes every individual in the supply chain of Midazolam, Morphine and the Flu and COVID vaxxes, from Hancock down to the ‘medical officers’ who administered them, to criminal prosecution for mass murder.

PCP Ramifications

However, the primary ramification of the damning new evidence that has come to light since we filed the PCP against the Four Horsemen for pandemic fraud in February this year is that the Criminal Procedure Rules and Practice Directions prohibit laying it in an appeal of the DCM’s order dismissing our expert witness testimony as ‘hearsay’; meaning we can only rely upon the evidence he based his decision on if we appeal it.

Furthermore, information has come to light over the course of recent events which suggests that the DCM’s plainly void order was issued for the purpose of deliberately provoking an appeal to the High Court – such are the flimsy grounds the judge relied upon to justify his decision.

Our reasoning for this deduction is simple:

  1. The DCM doesn’t have the jurisdiction to issue Civil Restraint Orders but he did elect to dismiss the case as having an “inappropriate purpose”, which guarantees that the appeal judge must consider whether to issue such restraint, in the event the application is dismissed.
  2. A High Court judge does have such jurisdiction and could feasibly ban the Trustees of the People’s Union of Britain [PUB] from bringing any legal proceedings in any of Her Majesty’s Courts for up to two years, in a desperate attempt kill our case stone dead by dismissing it as ‘vexatious’.

Murder Charges To Be Laid

It therefore naturally follows that we have decided to sidestep the trap our adversaries appear to have set for us by dispensing with the plan to appeal the void order and issuing new proceedings in a different Magistrates Court, alleging both pandemic fraud and mass murder by government policy, which we are aiming to do within the next two weeks.

These charges are also in the process of being filed with every Chief Police Officer, demanding that they immediately commence investigations into the overwhelming evidence that people are being exterminated in hospitals, care homes and hospices in every regional jurisdiction nationwide…

The Bernician

Dans Maen…

Cornwall Recce, 2018…

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This kind of weather

adds to the atmosphere of these places,

and makes the sun big…

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The Merry Maidens stone circle

is another of those with an attendant legend…

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  Which posits the stones as people

petrified for dancing, or making merry, on the Sabbath,

and which, ‘sort of makes one want to dance here’…

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‘Tub-Thumping’…

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‘O Mister Wot

What have you got?

Are they the keys to Browning Street

In your back pock…’

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“Infernal racket!” A bleary-eyed Big Bee emerged from beneath the cushions of his couch and blinked in the over-bearing light of the bunker.

“Ever so sorry, sire,” smiled Teigue-the-Fool, “I didn’t realise you were still here.”

“Trying to think,” said Big Bee.

“Ah, you may need more than silence to navigate this little predicament.”

“But we have more than silence,” smirked Big Bee.

“Another one bites the dust?”

“Nothing like a minister falling on his sword to keep the vultures away, what…”

“What’s Wot got to do with it?”

“What indeed,” grinned Big Bee and said nothing.

“Oh, I get it,” hazarded Teigue, carefully placing a finger on the corner of his mouth, “no body is talking about the six hundred million lateral flow test results that went missing.”

“Missing?” laughed Big Bee.

“Lost?” said Teigue, raising his finger in the air.

“Deliberately destroyed to preserve the pro-lock-down narrative.”

“Can I quote you on that, sire?”

“Don’t be silly, Teigue, of course not.”

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… ‘O Mister Wot

Just like Pol-Pot

The trail of deaths

Lie hidden from the flock…’

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

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Now available in paperback and Kindle formats on Amazon