Moby: Are you lost in the world like me…..
Shelter dogs feel lonely and abandoned, so children practice reading books to them…..
New science revelations: Trees communicate with each other and have social circles….
Cannabis Saved Our Granddaughter’s Life, So We Donated $33.7 Million to Medical Cannabis Research
Severe childhood allergies to peanuts, eggs and dairy directly linked to ‘trace’ ingredients in common vaccines…..
Romanian Dogman, Werewolf, Skinwalker seen eating people in park…..
Cheiro and Mata Hari…..
The History and Practice of English Magic
Nigel Mortimer, a well-known activist in the U.K.’s Ufology scene, is setting up a conference that seeks to investigate the much-ignored facets of the subject that the scientific (sic) method has for too long steered clear of.
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.
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.
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’.
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
The sun reached 15 degrees Aquarius at 9.30 this morning. You should be feeling inspired.
I know I often bang on about the folly of marking or celebrating the Cross-Quarters by the days of the Empire’s contrived calendar but it’s important. The timing is out so your synchronisation with nature is out too. Not only that, by celebrating anything according to calendar dates means we are paying homage to the Empire. Cross-Quarter days are some of the dates where we can actually not fall in line with its dictates. As everyone who pays heed to these moments know, it is actually the eve (the true beginning of a day) when the attunement is best begun.