Tag: Welsh Mythology
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A Meeting at Bright Eye Ravens, like the mist that curls around the Welsh mountains, have been present in this land for centuries. Dark, mysterious, and edged with knowing, they easily inspire tales of myth and magick. They are threshold beings—bridging sky and stone, life and death, seen and unseen. That’s where my encounter began:…
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Crimson Cloaked She Rises Where I live, the moon rises from behind a mountain. In autumn, when the nights draw in and the air carries a hush, you can see its light before you see its face—an eerie glow seeping through mist and breeze, as if the land itself remembers. On eclipse night, that glow…
