Part 2
by Ellis
Into Un-being…I met a man
Part 2
I had two of the most vivid and powerful visionary experiences that I can remember, the second beginning only a minute or two after the first, if that. I wasn’t laying down, or sitting down, I was hanging my clothes up in the wardrobe.
On Friday 13th April 2018, following a sacred current, entirely unplanned (by me anyway) I walked into the little village of Gethsemane, in Pembrokeshire. It was Good Friday. The previous day, Maunday Thursday, I’d traced spirals while crossing fields along the way, one of the farms relates to the robin, the bird that legend says guarded the body of Christ on the cross and was splashed with Christ’s blood while attempting to remove the thorns.
Excerpt from ‘Calling for warriors’:
If this was a deadly virus there would be hardly anyone left standing by now. What happened to the beach-goers, the protesters, the big party-goers, the tight-together police ranks, etc. The mask-media would have surely hollered it if they had died. They haven’t. It’s a ruse and 666 Squeaky Gates and his oily wife are sliming all over it.
Begins with a short article from The Song of Ffraed with photographs taken of and from sites where the alignment between Lundy Island and Bardsey Island, noted by archaeoastronomer Robin Heath, crosses the sacred dragon flow, Y Ddraig Ffraed.
Ellis Taylor 