A great presence of energy, a sacred flow (a She-Dragon) weaves through the 3 counties of the ancient kingdom of Deheubarth, in S.W. Cymru: Pembrokeshire, Carmarthenshire and Ceredigion, from St. Bride’s Bay and back again.
“Except for a very few places, the coast line from Marloes Sands to St. Bride’s Haven hugs this Dragon’s back. Gaining Her attention are several raths or forts/enclosures, a prehistoric flint factory, as well as the likely former sites of a lost church and chapel.
Tracing Y Ddraig:
There isn’t much left of the once thriving little harbour at St. Bride’s. Calamitous storms have washed away the deep soil that only centuries ago came down a hundred yards nearer the sea.
I’ve re-uploaded Divining Ddraig: Gwal y Filiast to Bitchute:
A video for the Song of Ffraed blog that documents a healing journey, a pilgrimage, following a dragon* through 3 counties, innumerable prehistoric sites (which include four abbeys, over eighty known early church and chapel sites, and a cathedral).
This video takes us briefly out of this world to the liminal environs of the wonderful Gwal y Filiast.
This article first published on my other website April 2012. I just feel it should be on here too.
I’m not a religious person, by that I mean I have no affiliations to any organisations that dictate and impose spiritual dogma. I am however sensitive and spiritually aware; and I do my best to live my life considerately and ethically. I’ve improved as I’ve gone along but I’m a long way from perfect; mostly because I don’t assimilate with the contradictions and thoughtless attitudes that are encouraged and legislated everywhere, and struggle to comprehend their attraction. Why do people wear masks?…or think they are. I’m not talking about internet aliases that some people need for their security. I get that. I’m talking about people who do it to present themselves as something more acceptable to the programmed mind, or to disguise dark motives. Masks are no barrier to an adept sensitive; many, many, people can see through them; and more and more mask-people are realising that and rather than being more open they run and hide; stay amongst people who can’t see them. The Darkness still can though, they are in the dark, and these antics amuse It no end. Anyhow, more on this, you may notice, through this article.
So, one day I sat down to continue writing up accounts of experiences I’d recalled that I hadn’t included in the first edition of my book, Dogged Days, and others I’d had since. Very soon a warm and tingling energy began to flow through me…and I found myself writing about Christ energy and receiving insights regarding number four, and other subjects, ones that I hadn’t suspected before. I had not intended to include Jesus or Christ but now I was.
First published on my main website.
It was a blissful, bright and sunny Easter morning and the blackbirds and robins had been singing since dawn. Kria, the buzzard, wheeled lazily in the unblemished sky, ravens rolled above the exalting treetops when, too acute to perceive with human ears, the familiar voice of the Goddess beckoned me to ‘the Sanctuary’.