Llyn Y Fan Fach

Sheep in the road
I have to say that I slightly regret only being able to stay one day in Wales. The drive there was beautiful, we had to cross a very large bridge to get there, it was interesting because we went over the bridge, and into a thick mist and emerged out the other side into the sun. Very symbolic I thought. Breacon Beacon was magickal, the waterfalls on the side of the road, and the large towering hills that had been untouched by civilization were enchanting. Our destination was Llyn Y Fan Fach, we drove and drove and drove and then saw some sheep in the middle of the road waited for them to cross then drove some more. We finally reached a cross roads., to the left the sign said Mydffia and to the right Llyn Y Fan Fach. Of course we went down Llyn Y Fan Fach.  I wanted to see what was down the Mydffia road, but the man at the corner shop warned us that it was a dangerous road and the one to the lake was better. I decided not to take my chances considering the road to Llyn Y Fan Fach was a one way ticket to death. Blind turns on sharp angles, meant for one car only I’m glad we didn’t meet anyone coming the other way. 

When we arrived at the lake we were surprised to find that it was a good 1.5 hour hike just to the lake. It was beautiful and spiritual; water from the lake was running down creating waterfalls and a beautiful spray of white water. By thw time we reached the lake we were all exhausted. The grass was soft and there was no one but us there. We all lay down and fell asleep. I dreamt of the Gwragged Annwn, I honestly don’t remember anything of what they said, I only remember seeing tem emerge from the center of the lake. I would have thought that it was all in my head but they physically gifted me with a small quartz cluster.  I bottled some of the water which was crystal clear and we headed home. It was one of the most satisfying places we went. Ill be going back for sure. 

Llyn Y Fan Fach
The Tale of the Gwragged Annwn from Llyn Y Fan Fach John Rhŷs in Celtic Folklore, published in 1901.

Video on youtube worth watch, which tells the story and has some pretty photos and images. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Sub71snnUE

Front of Crystal
There lived at Blaensawdde near Llanddeusant, Carmarthenshire, a widowed woman who had an only son to bring up. She sent a portion of her cattle to graze on the adjoining Black Mountain, and their most favourite place was near the small lake called Llyn y Fan Fach, on the north-western side of the Carmarthenshire Fans.
Back of Crystal
Another rock I found at the lake with crystal formations
The son was generally sent by his mother to look after the cattle on the mountain. One day, along the margin of the lake, to his great astonishment, he beheld, sitting on the unruffled surface of the water, a lady; one of the most beautiful creatures that mortal eyes ever beheld, her hair flowed gracefully in ringlets over her shoulders, the tresses of which she arranged with a comb, whilst the glassy surface of her watery couch served for the purpose of a mirror, reflecting back her own image. Suddenly she beheld the young man standing on the brink of the lake, with his eyes riveted on her, and unconsciously offering to herself the provision of barley bread and cheese with which he had been provided when he left his home.
Bewildered by a feeling of love and admiration for the object before him, he continued to hold out his hand towards the lady, who imperceptibly glided near to him, but gently refused the offer of his provisions. He attempted to touch her, but she eluded his grasp, saying--
Cras dy fara;
Nid hawdd fy nala.
Hard baked is thy bread!
'Tis not easy to catch me
Back of other rock
and immediately dived under the water and disappeared, leaving the love-stricken youth to return home, a prey to disappointment and regret that he had been unable to make further acquaintance with one, in comparison with whom the whole of the fair maidens of Llanddeusant and Myddfai whom he had ever seen were as nothing.
On his return home the young man communicated to his mother the extraordinary vision he had beheld. She advised him to take some unbaked dough or "toes" the next time in his pocket, as there must have been some spell connected with the hard-baked bread, or "Bara cras," which prevented his catching the lady.
Next morning, before the sun had gilded with its rays the peaks of the Fans, the young man was at the lake, not for the purpose of looking after his mother's cattle, but seeking for the same enchanting vision he had witnessed the day before; but all in vain did he anxiously strain his eyeballs and glance over the surface of the lake, as only the ripples occasioned by a stiff breeze met his view, and a cloud hung heavily on the summit of the Fan, which imparted an additional gloom to his already distracted mind.
Hours passed on, the wind was hushed, and the clouds which had enveloped the mountain had vanished into thin air before the powerful beams of the sun, when the youth was startled by seeing some of his mother's cattle on the precipitous side of the acclivity, nearly on the opposite side of the lake. His duty impelled him to attempt to rescue them from their perilous position, for which purpose he was hastening away, when, to his inexpressible delight, the object of his search again appeared to him as before, and seemed much more beautiful than when he first beheld her. His hand was again held out to her, full of unbaked bread, which he offered with an urgent proffer of his heart also, and vows of eternal attachment. All of which were refused by her, saying-
Llaith dy fara!
 Ti ni fynna'.
Unbaked is thy bread!
 I will not have thee
But the smiles that played upon her features as the lady vanished beneath the waters raised within the young man a hope that forbade him to despair by her refusal of him, and the recollection of which cheered him on his way home. His aged parent was made acquainted with his ill-success, and she suggested that his bread should next time be but slightly baked, as most likely to please the mysterious being of whom he had become enamoured.
Impelled by an irresistible feeling, the youth left his mother's house early next morning, and with rapid steps he passed over the mountain. He was soon near the margin of the lake, and with all the impatience of an ardent lover did he wait with a feverish anxiety for the reappearance of the mysterious lady.
The freshness of the early morning had disappeared before the sultry rays of the noon-day sun, which in its turn was fast verging towards the west as the evening was dying away and making room for the shades of night, and hope had well-nigh abated of beholding once more the Lady of the Lake. The young man cast a sad and last farewell look over the waters, and, to his astonishment, beheld several cows walking along its surface. The sight of these animals caused hope to revive that they would be followed by another object far more pleasing; nor was he disappointed, for the maiden reappeared, and to his enraptured sight, even lovelier than ever. She approached the land, and he rushed to meet her in the water. A smile encouraged him to seize her hand; neither did she refuse the moderately baked bread he offered her; and after some persuasion she consented to become his bride, on condition that they should only live together until she received from him three blows without a cause,
Tri ergyá diachos. 
 Three causeless blows.
And if he ever should happen to strike her three such blows she would leave him forever. To such conditions he readily consented, and would have consented to any other stipulation, had it been proposed, as he was only intent on then securing such a lovely creature for his wife.
Thus the Lady of the Lake engaged to become the young man's wife, and having loosed her hand for a moment she darted away and dived into the lake. His chagrin and grief were such that he determined to cast himself headlong into the deepest water, so as to end his life in the element that had contained in its unfathomed, depths the only one for whom he cared to live on earth. As he was on the point of committing this rash act, there emerged out of the lake two most beautiful ladies, accompanied by a hoary-headed man of noble mien and extraordinary stature, but having otherwise all the force and strength of youth. This man addressed the almost bewildered youth in accents calculated to soothe his troubled mind, saying that as he proposed to marry one of his daughters, he consented to the union, provided the young man could distinguish which of the two ladies before him was the object of his affections. This was no easy task, as the maidens were such perfect counterparts of each other that it seemed quite impossible for him to choose his bride, and if perchance he fixed upon the wrong one all would be forever lost.
Whilst the young man narrowly scanned the two ladies, he could not perceive the least difference betwixt the two, and was almost giving up the task in despair, when one of them thrust her foot a slight degree forward. The motion, simple as it was, did not escape the observation of the youth, and he discovered a trifling variation in the mode with which their sandals were tied. This at once put an end to the dilemma, for he, who had on previous occasions been so taken up with the general appearance of the Lady of the Lake, had also noticed the beauty of her feet and ankles, and on now recognizing the peculiarity of her shoe-tie he boldly took hold of her hand.
"Thou hast chosen rightly," said her father; "be to her a kind and faithful husband, and I will give her, as a dowry, as many sheep, cattle, goats, and horses as she can count of each without heaving or drawing in her breath. But remember, that if you prove unkind to her at any time, and strike her three times without a cause, she shall return to me, and shall bring all her stock back with her."
Such was the verbal marriage settlement, to which the young man gladly assented, and his bride was desired to count the number of sheep she was to have. She immediately adopted the mode of counting by fives, thus:--One, two, three, four, five -- One, two, three, four, five; as many times as possible in rapid succession, till her breath was exhausted. The same process of reckoning had to determine the number of goats, cattle, and horses respectively; and in an instant the full number of each came out of the lake when called upon by the father.
The young couple were then married, by what ceremony was not stated, and afterwards went to reside at a farm called Esgair Llaethdy, somewhat more than a mile from the village of Myddfai, where they lived in prosperity and happiness for several years, and became the parents of three sons, who were beautiful children.
Once upon a time there was a christening to take place in the neighbourhood, to which the parents were specially invited. When the day arrived the wife appeared very reluctant to attend the christening, alleging that the distance was too great for her to walk. Her husband told her to fetch one of the horses which were grazing in an adjoining field. "I will," said she, "if you will bring me my gloves which I left in our house." He went to the house and returned with the gloves, and finding that she had not gone for the horse jocularly slapped her shoulder with one of them, saying, "go! go!", when she reminded him of the understanding upon which she consented to marry him:-That he was not to strike her without a cause; and warned him to be more cautious for the future.
On another occasion, when they were together at a wedding, in the midst of the mirth and hilarity of the assembled guests, who had gathered together from all the surrounding country, she burst into tears and sobbed most piteously. Her husband touched her on her shoulder and inquired the cause of her weeping: she said, "Now people are entering into trouble, and your troubles are likely to commence, as you have the second time stricken me without a cause."
Years passed on, and their children had grown up, and were particularly clever young men. In the midst of so many worldly blessings at home the husband almost forgot that there remained only one causeless blow to be given to destroy the whole of his prosperity. Still he was watchful lest any trivial occurrence should take place which his wife must regard as a breach of their marriage contract. She told him, as her affection for him was unabated, to be careful that he would not, through some inadvertence, give the last and only blow, which, by an unalterable destiny, over which she had no control, would separate them for ever.
It, however, so happened that one day they were together at a funeral, where, in the midst of the mourning and grief at the house of the deceased, she appeared in the highest and gayest spirits, and indulged in immoderate fits of laughter, which so shocked her husband that he touched her, saying, "Hush! hush! don't laugh." She said that she laughed "because people when they die go out of trouble," and, rising up, she went out of the house, saying, "The last blow has been struck, our marriage contract is broken, and at an end! Farewell!" Then she started off towards Esgair Llaethdy, where she called her cattle and other stock together, each by name. The cattle she called thus:--
Mu wlfrech, Moelfrech,
Mu olfrech, Gwynfrech,
Pedair cae tonn-frech,
Yr hen wynebwen.
A'r las Geigen,
Gyda'r Tarw Gwyn
O lys y Brenin;
 A'r llo du bach,
 Syll ar y bach,
Dere dithau, yn iach adre!
Brindled cow, white speckled,
Spotted cow, bold freckled,
The four field sward mottled,
The old white-faced,
And the grey Geingen,
With the white Bull,
From the court of the King;
 And the little black calf
 Tho' suspended on the hook,
Come thou also, quite well home!
They all immediately obeyed the summons of their mistress. The "little black calf," although it had been slaughtered, became alive again, and walked off with the rest of the stock at the command of the lady. This happened in the spring of the year, and there were four oxen ploughing in one of the fields; to these she cried:--
Pedwar eidion glas
/Sydd ar y maes,
/Deuwch chwithau
/Yn iach adre!
The four grey oxen,
/That are on the field,
/Come you also
 /Quite well home!
Away the whole of the live stock went with the Lady across Myddfai Mountain, towards the lake from whence they came, a distance of above six miles, where they disappeared beneath its waters, leaving no trace behind except a well-marked furrow, which was made by the plough the oxen drew after them into the lake, and which remains to this day as a testimony to the truth of this story.
What became of the affrighted ploughman--whether he was left on the field when the oxen set off, or whether he followed them to the lake, has not been handed down to tradition; neither has the fate of the disconsolate and half-ruined husband been kept in remembrance. But of the sons it is stated that they often wandered about the lake and its vicinity, hoping that their mother might be permitted to visit the face of the earth once more, as they had been apprised of her mysterious origin, her first appearance to their father, and the untoward circumstances which so unhappily deprived them of her maternal care.
In one of their rambles, at a place near Dôl Howel, at the Mountain Gate, still called "Llidiad y Meddygon," The Physicians' Gate, the mother appeared suddenly, and accosted her eldest son, whose name was Rhiwallon, and told him that his mission on earth was to be a benefactor to mankind by relieving them from pain and misery, through healing all manner of their diseases; for which purpose she furnished him with a bag full of medical prescriptions and instructions for the preservation of health. That by strict attention thereto he and his family would become for many generations the most skilful physicians in the country. Then, promising to meet him when her counsel was most needed, she vanished. But on several occasions she met her sons near the banks of the lake, and once she even accompanied them on their return home as far as a place still called "Pant-y-Meddygon," The dingle of the Physicians, where she pointed out to them the various plants and herbs which grew in the dingle, and revealed to them their medicinal qualities or virtues; and the knowledge she imparted to them.


Old guys house
Faery portal?
Stourhead was a beautiful accident. We arrived at Stourhead in the rain on day 1. We bought a membership to the National Trust which gave us free access, I was so happy we did because we were only able to go see the Temple of Apollo and then had to leave to make it to our Stonehenge appointment.

Beautiful flowers saturated the park

Temple of Apollo
We returned two days later and stayed for several hours. I was so glad that we did. This place, in the rain or sun was full of life, magick and a strong Fae presence. Though this was just some rich guys old home, the Gods, Goddesses and Faery have moved in and made this home. It was amazing, beautiful shrines, temples, grottoes, large beautiful stone and plaster statues.

River Guardian
The entire park had a sacredness about it, it had magick it was a sanctuary for both nature and spirit.  When we made it to the grotto of the water nymph and river guardian you could FEEL their spirit there. We gave a gift of coins to show our respect and love for them. On the floor before the Nymph was a line from a poem

"Nymph of the Grot these sacred springs I keep,
And to the murmur of these waters sleep;
Ah! Spare my slumbers, gently tread the cave,
And drink in silence, or in silence lave. "

When we arrived at the pantheon it was amazing, there was such beautiful craftsmanship to the entire building and each statue, and wall plaque. The statue of Flora (I heard) was ACTUALLY from Rome. The others were reproductions made sometime in the 1800s (I think). The statues in the past had been scattered in the park in the different temples, but recently had been moved to the Pantheon.

I was amazed when we reached the Temple of Flora to see that the decoration on the outside of her temple were animal skulls. I did not think that this would be what her temple was decorated with, it made me pause and think about my own love for flowers and animal skulls and how they correlated.
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Temple of Flora

 These are two wonderful ducks that let me get so close and allowed me to photograph them. There was a peacefulness about the park that is shown in the serenity of these ducks. THIS is what I thought the whole of England would be like. Unfortunately I cant live here as its now national park.

How can the Faery not be here? They have surely left their mark
Fiddle head ferns, a sign of newness, and birth.
Could this be a Faery portal? if so how many realms could be accessed through this?

To sum up, this Water Witch found HOME here at this park. The serenity of the atmosphere, the gentleness of the trees, and animals. THIS was a sanctuary to the Gods. I was getting spiritual "hits" left and right. I could sense Flora like she was calling to me, beckoning me to worship her. The Nymph of the Grotto spoke to me of the seduction of water, and to work with Ducks more. She told me there was so much to learn from the water, lakes, rain and fog. Now it is time for me to become a MASTER at water macigk. Oh where to start....................


Glastonbury was both a place of Chaos and Magick. It’s interesting how the two energies be floating around colliding at every opportunity but yet keep their true essence.  I will start with the Magick of the Red Well, the Chalice Well.  We woke up early; I wanted to be at the gate at 10. We arrived at 10:30, close enough for me. It was just me and my Husband. Nana had taken all the children to a castle that day. I am glad that Alek went he would have had MUCH more fun in the castle, than being drug around Glastonbury all day.  We paid our 4 BP each to get into the garden.

I wanted to run to the Vesica Pisces well cover but instead I headed over to the larger Vesica Pisces pool.

and basked in how beautiful it was. From there I went to the gift shop which was small but still had some wonderful things. Duston surprised me with a book called Undine, which is a fantastic book on the creatures of the water. There was a book called Gwyn that I should have got but didn’t, it’s now on my reading list.  All the profits from the store went to the Chalice well trust

so of course I chose to support it. 

I got this wonderful candle, the undine book and an amazing wand. I consecrated the wand in both the waters of the Red and White Well. I know that this will be an amazing healing tool. It is made of a Fresh water pearl (very appropriate for this Fresh Water Fae) Amethyst, Quartz and a Quartz cluster, and the best part an apple branch from the apple trees  at the base of the Tor. It was crafted in Glastonbury by a local. 

As we walked through the garden we saw the Yew trees, which were decorated with gifts of beads, ribbons, string, and crystals. The garden was well preserved, and there were several people tending to the flowers. I could imagine myself working there, how wonderful would that be!  We came to the healing pool. Called something like King Arthur court. I went in of course but the water was SO cold I only went in up to mid calf. It is interesting because being in the water like that activated my Reiki Energy I could begin to feel the same pulses that I do when I’m working Reiki. 

Of course I saved the best for last and went over to the Chalice well cover. I was surprised to see plants growing on the inside walls, but it was so beautiful and the waters so calm. After the well we went back and filed up a bottle with the water from the Red well  the water was so strong with iron it did not taste great. (below are the spoils of Glastonbury, the left bottle is the water from the Red well and on the right is the water from the white.)

Since the white well was closed till 1:30 we decided to climb the Tor. It was very windy and hard to climb but worth every moment.  Once we were to the top we sat on the side of the tor and closed our eyes. The warm sun came out at that moment, and the wind stopped. I could feel the presence of the Sun God, Apollo, Belenos, etc.

After the Tor we headed into townwe were so hungry, sad to say that the town did not have the same energy as the Garden or Tor. Though the shops were adorable and I bought a loose resin based incense called Glastonbury, and a few small trinkets.

We decided to head back to the Tor, we stopped at the White Well which was right across from the Red well. It was finally opened. It was not run by the Chalice Trust. It was a dark well house that was lit by candles. The floor was covered in water and I took my shoes off and waded in the water.  It was strange and dark, but I could feel a STRONG underworld presence as if Morgan La Fae and Gwyn Ap Nudd were right there in the well. The house was laden in shrines, candles and magick.  I sat and tried to meditate I did get a small message before being interrupted by a nude man splashing in the pool. I was glad that I filled up with the white water before he decided to go for a swim. The air became uncomfortable and it was time to leave. We climbed the Tor one more time.  As I looked out over the landscape I had this feeling that though this was the place of Avalon, it had now moved on, far beyond the boundaries of the veil. There are portals but they are not doorways more like long hallways. I can still feel the strong presence of Avalon, and though it has disconnected from Glastonbury, Avalon is everywhere, and can be reached through meditation.


Stonehenge - May 10th   

I was in the UK for just a little over 24 hours, rested and ready to go to Stonehenge. Everyone was disappointed about the weather but me. It was overcast, cold and rainy, and I loved it. Oh it was such wonderful weather for this Water Witch, and the perfect way to kick this vacation off. We arrived just a few minutes early and were able to get into the gift shop before it closed. We chose to have the 6:45 time slot which was just shortly after the park closed it regular business hours. The gift shop was normal just like every other gift shop, nothing spectacular except the jewelry made from the Preseli Blue Stone. OF COURSE I bought a piece. There were many beautiful pieces laid in silver, but I chose the beaded bracelet, one because it was affordable, and 2 because my mind started to wonder all these beautiful things I could do with the beads after the bracelet breaks. (It was not bad craftsmanship, but I always break bracelets made like this, it is inevitable) 

When it was finally time to go in I could hardly wait. Instructions were given to NOT touch the stones, for various reasons. SHH don’t tell I couldn’t resist, I did. I had to, how could I not? 


The circle its self was AMAZING, but there was something about the Heal stone  that really fascinated me. It was a large stone all alone outside the circle. No one was interested in it, but I WAS! I was drawn to it, I don’t know if it was the shape of the stone, or just the energy radiating off of it, but IMO it was the strongest of the stones. It was feminine, soft and beautiful. It is as if it was alive motionless but full of power.  

 The Alter stone was hard to see as one of the larger stones had fallen on top of it.

This is a picture of the lichen that had grown on the stones. I was fascinated by it shape. I know what I think it looks like, what do you think? Leave me a comment

 Though I couldn’t take any dirt or small stones without being caught, I did pick this flower growing in the center of the circle. I pressed it and it has preserved wonderfully.
Here I am by the stones!
                         The center of these three stones is where the sun rises on the Summer Solstice.