The Green Fairy Islands of Wales

Off the coast of south-west Wales there have, for centuries, been reports of mysterious otherworldly islands inhabited by a peculiar people. On rare occasions ‘the Green Isles’ are sighted still. They are said to be what the ancient Welsh poem, Preiddeu Annwn, calls ‘the Gwerddonau Llon’, the happy haven, the green fairy islands of Wales.

This video includes many photographs of the stunningly beautiful North Pembrokeshire landscape – and one or two of the fairy isles themselves.

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News and Features

20th August: Howlin’ at the moon. News & Features…ellisctaylor.com

Merlin’s cave…..
These are words I hold to be true – sacred sites…..

REPCON DVD NOW AVAILABLE…..
George Carlin on how politicians talk without saying anything at all!!! …..
Dead Languages: 10 of History’s Most Mysterious Undeciphered Ancient Script…..
Roswell Rising, a new novel from Ben Emlyn-Jones…..
“Have You Seen My Brother?”…..
This Is The Devastation That ‘Zen’ Gardner Left Behind! Reloaded…..
The Zen Gardner Deception…..
An Open Letter to Don Fergerson – aka Zen Gardner…..
‘Zen’ Gardner & Concepts Of Spiritual Warfare…..
Spiritual Con-Artistry and Chicanery…..
Never give up hope…..

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News and Features

13th August: Howlin’ at the moon. News & Features…ellisctaylor.com

Black history: Alexandre Dumas Master Metaphysician…..
The Disappearance of Silence…..
13-year-old Maxwell Loughan on God, physics, dimensions and universes…..
Tintagel Castle and Merlin’s Cave, Cornwall…..
The Stranglers: No more heroes…..
What you’ll never read about virus-research fraud…..
James Bartley interviews Tom Montaulk: Occult Mimicry of Alien Contact…..
National Bank of Romania’s huge blunder? All of Romania’s gold in London…..
Under the guise of conservation is a depopulation agenda in Romania in progress?…..

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The Gwraig Annwn: The Otherworld Wife

An insightful and relevant short tale from Welsh tradition. Its sentiments reminiscent of the Cathars, or ‘the Albi’ -which is another name for the elusive race people know as elves and fairies.

Gwraig means ‘wife’. The plural is ‘gwragedd annwn’.

 

[An] enamoured farmer had heard of the lake maiden, who rowed up and down the lake in a golden boat, with a golden oar. Her hair was long and yellow, and her face was pale and melancholy. In his desire to see this wondrous beauty, the farmer went on New Year’s Eve to the edge of the lake, and in silence awaited the coming of the first hour of the new year. It came, and there in truth was the maiden in her golden boat, rowing softly to and fro.

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Midsummer Magic and Mystery

I felt called to a beautiful location close to where I am for the Solstice sunrise. It’s an extraordinarily atmospheric and mystical  place in the foothills of Dyfed’s Preseli Mountains. Many times I’ve had wonderful experiences in several locations within a very short radius. It is in a word, ‘Magical’.

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News and Features

13th June. Howlin’ at the moon. News & Features…ellisctaylor.com

In these News & Features:

Ellis Taylor: Part 2 of of Re-Riting our World: How it’s done.
Robert Phoenix: Mars Retrograding Back To Nam, Friday FARcast With Perry Ulander
Julian Rose: Seven Stumbling Blocks on the Road to Consciousness
Ellis Taylor: A recent strange experience of mine.
John Beckett: The Otherworld is Bleeding Through

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A Strange and Beautiful Land

‘Gwlad Hud a Lledrith’

…thus was how the suite of 11 (12 -one is lost) Welsh folk tales, The Mabinogion, described the county of Pembrokeshire. Translated into English it means, The Land of Mystery and Enchantment.

 

http://www.timelessmyths.com/celtic/mabinogion.html

 

It is a beautiful land of stunning vistas, and vast and wild lonely places; and from the whispering timeless ‘Stones’ to its magnificent cathedral, St. David’s, its anciently appreciated sanctity persists.

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A Journey to the Top of the Mountain

I’d just like to begin by saying this:
In the scheme of things I know that I know very little… but I do know three things – or thought I
did:

They are:
One, that I’m still just a boy on a long adventure.
Two, that none of us choose to be born here. We are all cast and then sent. We all have a
purpose, a vital role to play.
And thirdly; and most importantly, is that the Source is not some remote entity lashing out praise
and punishment. It is All that is, was, and ever will be – at the same time. God is everything and
everywhere.

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13th May

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Thomas the Rhymer, the famous thirteenth century Scottish mystic and poet, once met the Faery Queen by a hawthorn bush from which a cuckoo was calling. She led him into the Faery Underworld for a brief sojourn, but upon reemerging into the world of mortals he found he had been absent for seven years. Themes of people being waylaid by the faery folk to places where time passes differently are common in Celtic mythology, and the hawthorn was one of, if not the, most likely tree to be inhabited or protected by the Wee Folk. In Ireland most of the isolated trees, or so-called ‘lone bushes’, found in the landscape and said to be inhabited by faeries, were hawthorn trees. Such trees could not be cut down or damaged in any way without incurring the often fatal wrath of their supernatural guardians. The Faery Queen by her hawthorn can also be seen as a representation of an earlier pre-Christian archetype, reminding us of a Goddess-centred worship, practised by priestesses in sacred groves of hawthorn, planted in the round. The site of Westminster Abbey was once called Thorney Island after the sacred stand of thorn trees there.
Hawthorn

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May I

I will really try to make this the last time that I bang on about this.

 

We need to recognise that the calendar is an artificial construct designed to control human beings and their behaviour, to disengage them from Nature and their free role in, and responsibilities to it.

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