Despite the glacial crawl of academia and consent-science to wake up to common sense and observable and easily tested discoveries, there were in epochs of ever-retreating immense timescales, amongst humankind (not necessarily ‘humans’ , or a humankind as insisted) some with knowledge and abilities that compare and better that of humans today. Like never before (as far as we know) modern technology provides clearing windows through the mists into the genius of our ancestors…or that of their teachers. Either way, these skills have survived to this day, subdued, blunted, and reduced they might be but they are there, and so is the knowledge. It has always been secreted, amongst a very tiny select that hold within their energetic field an undetectable specialised component of consciousness that lays dormant till it is activated by a unique frequential (psychic) key.
This is how vastly imperative awareness and expertise has survived. Those that have carried it, are and have been fiercely tested, relentlessly, and censored beyond any telling by the legions and hosts of the Darkness Invisible. The Light Side has survived. It always will.
Continue reading The myth of St. Bridgid at St. Bride’s…Is it really?
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.
Continue reading Sea She-Dragon
I first visited on 30th April 2016 and was at once taken by its aura of beauty yet sadness, as well as a strange tension pervading its structure and footprint. I hadn’t clocked it at the time but this was the Eve of (the calendar version, Church then) Beltane.
Over the following three months (and a bit), I was drawn to the lonely little well that’s tears now ceased to puddle in its dry chamber; they had been almost all there was for wetting and to throw a few coins into; that and hard rains that regularly flushed through except for when they didn’t. (1)
Now, it’s none of my business what your beliefs are, but I’m going to lay this out up front because it is integral to what I am going to impart here: I am psychic, and I have had encounters and communications with Otherworlds and denizens of said, throughout my life.
Continue reading The holy well at Llanllawer is a special place for me.