Divining Ddraig at the atmospheric ruins of the once great medieval abbey of Strata Florida (Vale or Street of Flowers) in Ceredigion, mid-Wales. 20th August 2018.
When I visited Strata Florida Abbey recently I had another destination in mind as well.
I’d left the gorgeous energy of the Abbey and now I turned my sights towards a small village not far from Strata Florida. I was aiming for a holy well.
Dedicated to San Ffraed the well is not marked on the map. I hoped somebody would be about, to ask directions.
The village was deserted! Even though I walked up and down the roads and knocked on a few doors, there wasn’t a soul about. Had the aliens landed?
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.