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Ellis Taylor is a West Australian born British writer and mystic. In his work he is an outspoken, acknowledged and uncompromising consciousness explorer and commentator who combines his studies and observations with insights and knowledge gained through his much-authenticated intrinsic lifetimes’ interactions with Otherworlds and the Others.

Winter Solstice sunrise: Pentre Ifan – 22nd December 2021

Hi everyone, though it’s been a while, I want to assure you that I am continuing to help in the healing of this Oh, so special, sacred flow of energy, that we know as Y Ddraig Ffraed.

Ffraed’s flow patterns at Strata Florida Abbey, Whitland Abbey and Pentre Ifan are exquisite and stable.

St. Dogmael’s Abbey is amazing, Her vigour is astonishing. She is well on the way to becoming very special. Her  determination to achieve how She intends to be is equally palpable. I will relate an unforgettable experience I had there recently in a forthcoming post.

Talley is remarkable too. I was going to be visiting there on 19th December but my guidance advised me, strongly, not to. So I didn’t. They’ve let me know when it’s ok to go next.

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Please be prepared…the following is information from my own lives-times experiences and guidance my otherworldly companions have helped me with. Take it or leave it.

Anyway, Winter Solstice 2021:

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A forthcoming presentation at Whitland Abbey

Hi folks, I thought I’d let you know that I have been invited to speak about Y Ddraig Ffraed, and Her successful healing at Whitland abbey, at the abbey.

I will be speaking at 1.30pm on both afternoons.It promises to be a great event. Please do come along, if you can, and support the efforts of this dedicated group of volunteers… and please tell your friends too.

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St. Patrick’s chapel

She’d danced me through St. David’s cathedral and then the Bishop’s Palace, wound up by the Afon Alun, been curtsied and bowed to by waving willows and low stones, passed Arthur’s Head, Pen Arthur, and the sadly gone, once station of a beautifully inscribed lone stone; She waved at a windy bear and a girl perched upon a chimney saddle, Pen Author, and then, in the gloriously bright sunshine She led me, with gathering excitement, to and through the wilds of St. David’s Head.

When Y Ddraig Ffraed showed me through the dunes by Whitesands Bay , near St. David’s, on 28th May 2019, on Her way to slip back into St. Bride’s Bay, I had no idea there had been a chapel there – though I knew something significant had been, because she wriggled and spiralled all through the site. I discovered this later, when looking at an old map. Continue reading St. Patrick’s chapel