#Glastonbury goddess temple

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- Celtic polytheism (Irish, Welsh, Brythonic, Gaulic, any really)

- Celtic witchcraft and folk magic, particularly Welsh

- British folk traditions

- Druidry

- Proto Indo-European polytheism

- Venus, Aphrodite, Ishtar and Inanna worship

- Actual genuine Wicca as opposed to the random stuff that gets passed off as Wicca in mainstream book shops

- Feri tradition

- Goddess-centric paganism (Dianic tradition, Deanism, Filianism, Reclaiming, Avalonian) and female mysteries

- Arthuriana from a pagan or feminist perspective (or pagan/feminist friendly)

- Sacred sexuality and tantra

- Herbalism, particularly with herbs native to the UK

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I know my photos of my Altar are kinnnda shit, but :) best i can do!

Altars to; the Goddess, Santa Muerte (above my jar of squirrel bones!) , aphrodite and Our Lady Mary.

(If anyone can do better image IDs please do!! :)

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Beltane in Glastonbury, 2024

This week, I went on holiday in Glastonbury to celebrate Beltane.

On May 1st, I woke up at 4am to see the sunrise on Glastonbury Tor. A small crowd was gathering fast, despite a lingering overcast and brisk morning air. The local druids began calling the elements and reciting prayers, and plenty of pilgrims brought their own drums to sing and dance to the sunrise.

I made my way down to Chalice Well afterwards to participate in the fire ceremony, where we gathered around a bonfire for another quick invocation to the elements and some more drumming. Once the embers had calmed down, everyone lined up to jump over the fire for purification.

Chalice Well had its own maypole and live music, but there was a far more impressive procession happening in the high street. It seemed as though the entire town and more had gathered to welcome the May King and Queen! A horde of merrymakers in dress – druids, dryads, green men, red women, wild creatures of all kinds.

The procession carried on all the way along the high street and into the countryside. The May Queen and King led the procession and were flanked by several druids, while the green men carried a several metres long maypole to Bushy Combe, with drumming and chanting from the crowd throughout ("air my breath and fire my spirit, earth my body, water my blood!")

There was another long ceremony for the May Couple before the maypole was erected, and what do you know, more drumming and dancing! I stayed with them for pretty much the entire day. The vibes were excellent.

I thoroughly enjoyed the festivities and seeing the smiles on everyone's faces. I could tell from how much effort the merrymakers put into the festival that this day was truly special to them.

As a mostly solitary practitioner, it can be so refreshing to go out and celebrate with others. It's easy to get stuck in your own head and lose your sense of connection. Over the course of the week I also spontaneously attended a small-group Thelemic ritual honouring Hathor and Apis (an unfamiliar but very fun experience) and visited a few temples and sacred sites around the town. The Goddess Temple, honouring their local deity the Lady of Avalon, felt incredibly peaceful. I found myself relaxing and daydreaming before the Lady's altar for almost 2 hours in one sitting.

At home, I spend at least a little time everyday in ritual, and make weekly strolls around the natural landscapes of my neighbourhood. But at some point it always becomes too... repetitive, stale, and I need something different to regain my perspective on Spirit. Seeing how other people celebrate and live their spirituality was a huge boon and has made me contemplate my approach to my own spirituality.

I highly recommend anyone of pagan inclinations to visit the famous Isle of Avalon. Below encapsulates some of my favourite moments, and there are more photographs and videos of the festival circulating the internet if you want to see what it was like.

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The White Horse, a large turf-cut figure on the hillside at Uffington in Berkshire, is an evocation of Epona, the Celtic Horse-Goddess. Dragon Hill nearby was a Neolithic first-fruits ceremonial site; folklore tells that the white sterile patch on its summit was caused by the execution of the lifegiving Dragon Goddess at the hands of a patriarchal solar-hero. Where her blood fell, nothing will grow.

One such dragon-slayer, or serpent-killing "hero," is St. Michael. Many of the earliest Christian churches in Britain, dedicated to St. Michael, were built precisely on the ancient mounds and high-places of the Great Goddess. In Christian lore, St. Michael was the head chief of a band of angels (read “patriarchal invaders”) that went to war with the Mother Dragon and her people. In folklore, St. Michael is thought to be the successor of Wotan, the Anglo-Saxon god who was a warlike slayer of dragons. In fact, an abnormal number of Christian churches dedicated to St. Michael and St. George, the other British dragon-slayer, are built on high places along the ley-line (or dragon path) that runs from Land's End in Cornwall through the Goddess monuments at Glastonbury and Avebury in southwest England.

Such a St. Michael's church was built on the summit of Glastonbury Tor! . . . but in the year 1300 A.D. it was destroyed by an earthquake. As Elizabeth G. Davis notes, all the Christian male angels were originally the Great Goddess, with her wings. When the image of the Winged Goddess "continued to be engraved on Roman coins, in defiance of the new Christian hierarchy in Constantinople"—who had smashed or taken over all her Roman temples—the Church fathers just changed her name to "the Angel of the Lord," Archangel Michael.

-Monica Sjöö and Barbara Mor. The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering The Religion of the Earth.

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Glastonbury Goddess Temple

The Glastonbury Goddess Temple is a sacred space in Glastonbury, England that honors the divine feminine in all her forms.

Read more at: https://paganplaces.com/places/glastonbury-goddess-temple/

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The Goddess Temple dressed for Imbolc 2009. Photograph from Glastonbury Goddess Temple.

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Rhiannon

Rhiannon, Goddess of love, beauty and sensuality.

Rhiannon Print by Elluna Art

The following beautiful poem is devoted to Rhiannon, and is on the reverse of the print :

Rhiannon and Pwyll

On this day I have accepted your ring

Come lay with me, my Prince, my King

In sweet grass and fragrant flowers

Feel my warmth and sexual powers

For I am but a maid, dressed in red

As we lie together on our marriage bed

Let me show you the secret of my desire

To stroke the length of your ardent fire

For I am Rhiannon the Goddess of love

Pure and gentle as my winged dove

Our love will be told as Bard’s lore

The day you stood on my father’s Tor

I caught your eye, the sunlight on my hair

As I rode by you on my white mare

You came after me, you did not tarry

And I had decided that we should marry

In my father’s kingdom we were wed

Through sparkling, fairy boughs we were led

We danced with fairies to celebrate our day

Around Beltane fires, on the eve of May

So come lay with me, my Prince, my King

And untold pleasures of love I shall bring.

Rhiannon copyright Nick Phillips

Under a brilliant Beltane sun, Rhiannon, goddess of sensuality becomes the May pole, fertile union of red and white, surrounded by the spirits of the May blossom. Behind her is the Uffington White Horse, emblem of Her sacred animal.

Rhiannon’s themes are movement, communication, rest, ghosts, fertility and leadership. Her symbols are the color white, horses and the moon.  This Celtic horse Goddess rides into our festival calendar today on a white mare bearing fertility, leadership, and a means to get things moving where they may have stagnated. Some historians believe the swiftness of Her steed (which is white, a lunar color) alludes to a lunar Goddess. In stories, Rhiannon commands singing birds that can wake spirits or grant sleep to mortals.

Rhiannon Goddess of sensuality and fertility

The great Goddess Rhiannon is a potent symbol of fertility, yet She is also an Otherworld and death Goddess, a bringer of dreams, and a moon deity who is symbolized by a white horse. Her father was Heveydd the Old, and She was married to both Pwyll and Manan. The story of Her marriage to Pwyll, and the subsequent accusation of the murder of Her child, is well documented and most people are familiar with Rhiannon from this tale.

Rhiannon, a British sun goddess, was a fairy princess and ruler of the sun itself.

​If, when I said fairy princess your mind jumped to the image of a pretty little butterfly creature fluttering in the flowers like the fairies you see on greeting cards, you can be forgiven.

But you'd be wrong. Dead wrong.

​The Goddess Rhiannon Loved Her Job

​Rhiannon didn't mind having to get up in the dark to head to the stables before dawn. When she arrived, her horse was already groomed and fed and raring to go. Together they pulled the sun across the sky each day. Sometimes dreams and memories popped into her head while she rode. This one specific morning, it was a dream that was troubling her. Funny that — variations of this dream seemed to appear frequently, but she'd always been able to easily brush it off. But the feeling of this last dream still lingered. She could almost feel the girls still hiding behind the bushes, taunting her, calling her stuck-up and worse. Then they'd giggle and run away before Rhiannon could see who they were.

​In the dreams, she'd tell herself, "Silly girls, nothing on their minds but the latest fashions, spreading gossip and flirting with boys. Who are they to judge me?" and she would continue on her way, undisturbed. Rhiannon wasn't about to let this unpleasantness spoil a perfectly fine day. She'd learned long ago that you could control your emotions by replacing a painful thought with one that was positive instead, and that's just what she did.

So, she reached out for the happy memories of times spent with her dad in his library. For a fairy king, he was quite a good scientist, and she'd learned a lot at his side. Oh how she relished those special moments when he praised her for having such a 'fine rational mind"!

​The science that she loved best was measurement. Just by understanding the 'mathematics' and the 'physics' of things she could do the most impressive tricks! First, there was the 'Sun Trick’, her absolute favorite. By pulling the sun at just the right speed and the right distance from earth, she could make it look like the sun was much closer to the ground that it really was. The best part of the trick was that it looked as if it was hardly moving at all, even though it was racing through the sky! This was her best trick; she did it so well that it would be years before anyone even suspected it was just an illusion. She could also create a bag large enough to hold a grown man and then fold it in just such a way that it looked just about the size of a woman's purse or a small shopping bag. Maybe someday some brilliant person would figure out the trick of it like she had. But until that day, she enjoyed just having everyone think it was magic

There's a Hero on the Horizon

​You'd think it would grow boring doing the same thing day after day but she adored all that time on her own. It allowed Rhiannon to do her best thinking and planning, helping her get organized and ready to spring into action to reach her goals and dreams. As a bonus, it gave her a bird's eye view of current events and a chance to stay well-informed about what the new hero, Prince Pwyll of Dwyfed, was doing. She'd never met him, but she'd certainly been amazed and excited hearing about his noble nature and, most of all, his recent exploits.

He’d had easily proven his ability to govern, but it was his bravery in combat that made her heart skip a beat. His clever adventures left her breathless with admiration for his daring, not to mention his exceptional leadership. Pwyll was definitely the 'Man of the Year' —a genuine hero if ever there was one. Already a prince in his homeland of Dwyfed, now he'd formed an alliance and begun his rule in Annwfn (the Otherworld). He was about to become king in his own right.

So, on that day, the goddess Rhiannon reined in her horse for a brief look, as the sun rolled to a stop just behind her. She was determined to see what was going on down there on earth. Large crowds had formed all over Dwyfed, and the people were cheering wildly. "Just what I expected." she said to herself, thinking of Pwyll, "They're making him their new King. "Prince, hero, King . . . he's earned it all."

"Courageous, wealthy, noble", she counted off on her fingers, "and now king." Yes, Rhiannon was definitely smitten by that man. But there's a fly in the ointment, a bit of a problem she'd have to work around. And soon.

As was traditional in those times, her parents had already arranged for her to wed another man. The marriage contract had been signed, and arrangements for her royal wedding were already underway.

Rhiannon didn't look forward to telling her parents about this change of heart, and this change of plans. It was not going to be easy. She couldn't argue that Gwawl, her fiancé, was unsuitable—he was young, handsome, courteous and wealthy.

No, that wasn't it at all. It was that she wanted to be the one to choose. Her mind was made up—even if it meant she would be defying convention, even if it meant paying a hefty fine for breaking the contract. (although resourceful Rhiannon made a mental note to see what she could do to get out of paying the fine.) Either way, she was resolved it would be Pwyll she would marry, not Gwawl.

Rhiannon was confident. Her parents rarely said no. It wasn't that they'd spoiled her—she'd always been good, met her responsibilities, and done well—she'd earned their trust and support.

The beginning of a plan began to unfold in Rhiannon's keen mind. As everyone knew, when Rhiannon has a plan, before you know it . . . Voila! It's done! "Hmmh, " Rhiannon mused, "I think it's about time I meet the man I'm about to marry."

​The King takes A Queen (Or was it the other way around?)

​Shortly after becoming king of Dwyfd and the ruler of Annwfn, Pwyll and his companions sat on a great grass-covered mound above the castle. It was believed to be the magical place that covered an entrance to Annwfn, the Otherworld kingdom that lay beneath the earth. (Note: In Celtic mythology the Otherworld is the land of the dead and also the home of the gods and goddesses and other powerful spirits, both the good and the malevolent. Annfwn was like a parallel universe—reflecting the world above, but perfected and luxurious. In archetypal psychology, such a place represents the unconscious mind, chaotic, free from the constraint of being rational, orderly, or bound by rules or convention. )

It had been explained to Pwyll that when a man of high birth sat on that mound, either something monstrous or dangerous would appear or, he would witness a marvel of some sort. You took your chances sitting there—it was something only the brave would dare to do. Pwyll and his men were sitting and hoping for a marvel, of course. And they weren't disappointed. That fateful afternoon, the beautiful Rhiannon rode slowly by, dressed in gold silk that glittered like the sun, calmly pacing on her powerful pale-white horse.

Needless to say, the prince was enchanted. He sent one of his men to follow her and find out who she was and why she'd come this way. The footman soon returned saying he'd been unable to catch up with her before she'd disappeared from sight. They decided to return to the mound tomorrow and try again.

They returned the following day, this time bringing their finest steeds. Once again they failed. The men reported that it was as if her horse's feet scarcely touched the ground and, though she moved slowly and peacefully, the fastest horses in the kingdom could not catch up with her. Pwyll was utterly intrigued. So, he returned the following day, and once more Rhiannon appeared. But no matter how quickly he pursued her, the distance between them always remained the same. When his horse trembled with exhaustion and could go no more, Pwyll called out for her to wait.

Rhiannon halted. But when he drew close, she gently chided him, “It would have been much kinder to your horse”, she teased, “if you had simply asked me to wait much earlier.”

​“This was no ordinary woman,” he thought, “This is a woman with a mind of her own and the confidence to speak that mind, quite unlike all the flirtatious young women who overwhelm me with their fawning adoration and praise since I’ve become such a hero.”

"No", thought Pwyll, "this is the kind of woman I want as a partner, someone to truly share the throne, to rule with me as Queen." He had barely managed to catch his breath when Rhiannon, seeming to read his mind, volunteered the information he was really seeking. She told him who she was, and that she had come to find him, seeking his love.

Pwyll’s heart was completely captivated by this forthright woman who commanded his respect.

Rhiannon said that he must wait a year, giving her to time to organize the wedding feast, and then, he should come to her and she would marry him. (For in those days the wedding WAS the feast. There was no special ceremony. Marriages were witnessed as a public 'sitting' of the woman and man together, eating at the feast. They were then witnessed to go into an adjoining bedroom to become lovers, thus sealing the marriage and joining the wealth and resources of their two families.) The arrangements completed, Rhiannon bid him goodbye and departed.

​All good things come to those who wait.

​One year later, Pwyll presented himself at her father's court as she had commanded. As he and his company rode to her home, the trees suddenly parted before them, clearing a path, closing in behind them when they passed. Three songbirds swooped playfully in the air around them, showing them the way, and singing beautiful music, inducing a deep calm in them. Their first sight of the king's palace stunned Pwyll and his men. Never before had they seen such magnificence! Surrounded by a lake, the castle was built, not of wood or stone, but of pure gold. Its spires soared and glistened into the heavens.

Crowds greeted Pwyll and his men with jubilation. The kingdom had never seen a wedding feast so great as this one. Rhiannon had organized everything, to perfection, that the hundreds of people attending could possibly desire in food, drink, comfort and entertainments. Her household and the guests were both welcoming and merry.

Until . . .Something went horribly wrong.

​After the eating and before the bedding, a well-dressed, handsome young man who'd just arrived approached Pwyll courteously, asking for a boon or wedding favor, as was the custom. "Oh yes," responded the groom-to-be, "This is such a happy day for me that I'll give you anything you ask that's within my power."

It was a serious mistake . . . the stranger then calmly asked for Rhiannon herself! Unbeknownst to Pwyll, this stranger was Gwawl, the man to whom Rhiannon had been arranged to marry. Pwyll had fallen into a trap. As a nobleman, he was obliged to honour his promise.

When Gwawl took the seat of the groom-to-be, Rhiannon asked him to allow her a brief moment outside to regain her composure. Away from the wedding party inside, she took Pwyll soundly to task for having been so brash with his words. But having already formulated a plan, Rhiannon then took him aside to direct him on how they could outwit the other man. She cleverly laid a plan so they would appear to comply with Gwawl's request. And this is how Pwyll, following her instructions, managed to trick his rival this time: Disguising himself in raggedy clothes, he came back into the hall and approached the new groom-to-be, Gwawl, to ask for a wedding boon for himself. He asked only for just enough food to fill his little bag and keep him from starving.

Little did Gwawl realize, it was one of the 'magical' bags that Rhiannon had designed. As the servants filled the little bag with food from the feast it never seemed to get any fuller. When Gwawl complained that this beggar was going to consume the entire feast, Rhiannon told him that she'd heard that the only way to end it was for a nobleman with many lands to be bold enough to step inside the bag and stomp on it from the inside. Gwawl, foolishly hoping to be the hero, walked into the bag. Pwyll then flipped the bag and knotted the strings. Now it was Gwawl’s turn to be the one who was trapped!

Rhiannon announced that he would be released only on two conditions: one was that he give her up and not seek revenge. The other that he also pay for her great wedding feast! Gwawl readily agreed to her terms and, leaving the couple with guarantees on the money owed, he left to return home.

The day after the wedding, Rhiannon left with Pwyll, as his equal and his queen, to go to their home in Dwyfed in the west. When they emerged from the great forest and the trees closed behind them, Rhiannon took a moment to glance lovingly behind her. She knew that the entrance to the fairy kingdom was now closed, and that she could never return to her childhood home. She didn't pause for long and seemed to have no regrets.

The arrival of the royal couple was cause for great celebration throughout the land. How enthusiastically she was welcomed by her husband's people! She was much admired for her great beauty and her lovely singing (and, of course, for her great wealth, as she gave rich gifts to all).

But this honeymoon with the people was not to last.

When two full years had passed without Rhiannon becoming pregnant with an heir to the throne, the question of her bloodline —and her fitness to be queen—began to be raised. Pwyll's trusted advisors began to pressure him to take another wife, one that would prove more fertile. Pwyll persuaded them to give the couple more time. He couldn't begin to imagine how lonely it would feel without her at his side advising him, sharing fully in his dreams and visions for the kingdom.

Fortunately, in the next year at May Eve, Rhiannon delivered a fine and healthy son. They were jubilant, but the baby was soon to become the source of great pryder (anxiety/distress) for Rhiannon and Pwyll.

​Murder Most Foul

​As was the custom then, six noble maidens had been assigned as ladies-in-waiting. They were to stay with Rhiannon in her quarters to look after her and to help her care for the baby during her lying-in.

Although the young women were supposed to sit vigil throughout the night, at midnight they curiously all fell asleep on the job. They awakened to discover that the newborn child was gone. Terrified they would be punished severely for their carelessness, and their families ruined by the scandal, they devised a plan to cast the blame on Rhiannon. After all, she was a Fairy, an outsider, not one of their own people.

So, they killed a hunting hound's puppy, smearing its blood on Rhiannon's face as she slept, and scattered its bones in her bed. When Rhiannon awoke, they brazenly accused the queen of eating her own child. Rhiannon knew that they lied, and she did all she could to persuade them to speak the truth. But they felt she had never been friendly, always proud and aloof, so they felt absolutely no loyalty to her. There was nothing to be done for it. Rhiannon swore her innocence, but her denials could not stand against that of six noble witnesses under oath. Even though he was suffering from his own shock and grief, and against the pleas of his advisors, Pwyll stood by her and refused to divorce her. Instead, he ordered a penance (a self-punishment intended to express repentance for one's wrong-doing).

Rhiannon designed a clever penance for herself (most likely they planned it together, given the strength of their marriage), knowing it would spread her story far and wide. They hoped that eventually, someone might recognize her lost child. So, Rhiannon bore that humiliating punishment without complaint. Rhiannon's penance - for seven years, she must sit at the horse mounting-block by the castle gate, telling all guests the story of her hideous crime. Then she would have to offer to carry them on her back, like a horse, all the way to the castle.

The Beast of Burden

​Through the bitter cold of winters and the dusty heat of four summers, Rhiannon endured with great courage and dignity. Her calm, quiet acceptance of her fate was so touching that few accepted her offer to transport them into the castle. The great honor which Pwyll continued to show her also had a profound effect. Every night, he welcomed her to the high table to sit beside him as his queen. Often, he openly sought her considered opinion on matters of state. Theirs was a strong marriage indeed, and the people who had learned to trust their king and his judgment began to soften their opinion about his wife.

Respect for Rhiannon began to spread throughout the country as travellers talked of the wretched punishment and the dignity with which she bore her suffering. In the fourth year of her penance, seven strangers appeared at the gate: a well-dressed nobleman, a young boy, and their retainers. Rhiannon rose to greet them saying, "I am she who killed my only child, and this is my punishment, to sit here and tell my tale to all comers. I must also offer to carry each of you into the court." Aghast, the boy adamantly refused to allow such a thing.

Of Heroes and Homecomings

Is there any way this boy could be their lost son? Who is he, that the adults in his presence took his opinions and directions so seriously? You certainly have a right to ask. The newborn babe disappeared only four years ago, but this young boy clearly seems to be on the cusp of manhood, seemingly about 12 years of age or so. How could he possibly be their lost son? What you need to understand is that this child grew as a hero-child, at triple the speed of an ordinary child. There were others who, like him, were semi-divine and had done the same.

Here's how this was described in one translation of the Mabinogi, the oldest stories on record in Britain, tales that are full of myths and legends:

​The child was brought up in the court until he was one year old. And before [the end of] his [first] year he was walking steadily, and was stronger than a three-year old boy of the greatest growth and size. And [after] he had been raised for another year, he was as sturdy as a six-year old boy. Before the end of the fourth year, he was striking deals with the stable lads to be allowed to lead [the horses] down to water.)

Having politely declined Rhiannon's invitation to have her carry them, the visitors walked to the castle instead. As noble, guests they were seated at the high table for dinner. Their hosts were certainly welcoming and polite, but it seemed that the table itself was enshrouded with gloom—all there were sad and quiet, still mourning the lost baby prince and Rhiannon's public shaming. But all that would change when the visitor, Lord Tyrnon, told their tale. Upon hearing their story, Rhiannon instantly knew that this boy was her son, especially when she saw that he carried a small scrap of golden silk, a remnant of the gown her babe had worn, embroidered by her own hand.

The story the visitors told was a strange one, but all who heard knew it to be the truth.

This story went like this:

​The Badger and the Monstrous Claw

​"My favorite mare had given birth on the eve of May every year. Each time the foal would mysteriously disappear before I woke and had a chance to see it. So, on May Eve four years ago", he said, "I brought the mare into my hall to care for her when she started into labor."

It was a good thing, too. Lord Tyrnon was forced to fight a fearsome monster when, at midnight, a monstrous claw came through the window, grasped the newborn foal and began to ferociously pull it through the window. Later, when Tyrnon returned from chasing the monster away from the house, he heard cries and found an infant lying abandoned by the door, wrapped in gold silk. (Sometimes when this tale is retold, a curious possibility is raised—that the monster he fought was actually the insulted badger lord who had interrupted Rhiannon's wedding feast and now was taking his revenge by kidnapping her son.)

Since Lord Tyrnon's wife had been unable to bear a child, they welcomed the foundling. The couple decided to keep the baby as their own, and she mothered him lovingly. A few years later, the rumors of Rhiannon's fate reached the lord's ears, and he suddenly recalled how very much the boy looked like the famous king Pwyll. In that moment, he knew what had happened, and what he should do about it. Lord Tyrnon was known as a good man. But first, he needed to confer with his wife. Like Pwyll and Rhiannon's, their marriage was a true partnership based on shared values and mutual respect.

He dreaded this discussion nonetheless, knowing full well that it would break her heart. He trusted his wife enough to know she'd also understand that there was only one right thing to do, painful as it would be. So, with his wife's blessing, he'd set out to return the child to his birth-parents. The truth being told, the pall is broken and the kingdom once more can thrive.

Soon the story, and the news that the King and Queen's son was alive and had returned, spread throughout the countryside. Now everyone saw the striking resemblance and recognised the boy was truly Pwyll's son. Rhiannon was restored to happiness and Pwyll's steadfast faith in her had been vindicated. This was great cause for celebration. The pall that had hung over the kingdom had finally lifted . . . the healing had begun.

​A brief glimpse into the future.

​And what was to become of the son, Pryderi? He was reared as the heir to the throne and grew up to be a famous hero as well. Following the death of Pwyll, Rhiannon often participated in the adventures of her famous son and eventually remarried.

​Lessons of the Goddess Rhiannon

​The story of Rhiannon reminds us of the great power of female will and determination. It speaks of loving loyalty, clever planning, and dignity in adverse circumstances. It also gives us a glimpse of how women took command in history. In spite of men 'being in charge', it was possible for women to get their way and to manage money and resources in their own right.

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Glastonbury goddess temple

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The Triple Goddess

Honouring Maiden, Mother and Crone aligning with phases of the moon. The Triple Deities that are worshipped as one in various belief systems. Bit of info to peruse here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triple_deity here https://wiccaliving.com/wiccan-triple-goddess/ and here https://www.encyclopedia.com/religion/legal-and-political-magazines/triple-goddess I just finished the album – Goddess 2.…

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Goddess Temple in Glastonbury

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Out of the darkness and into the light.

Set the Beltaine fires alight.

The Season of the Goddess return

Hail! Hail the Queen of the May.

And every journey must have it's end.

Every flower will wither and die.

It's not for you to question why.

Time to dance with the Goddess of Samhain

Song- Queen of the May & Goddess of Samhain by Inkubus Sukkubus.

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Around a decade or more ago Georgi Mishev came alive in my life through images on Facebook, and soon after he became one of the contributors to the anthology Hekate: Her Sacred Fires which brought together essays by dozens of people from around the globe who had experiences or visions of the Goddess Hekate they were willing to share for the benefit of others.  Three years later I organised the 2013 Hekate Symposium in Glastonbury (Somerset) and was delighted when Georgi agreed to make the journey from Bulgaria to do the opening ceremony and be one of the speakers that year.  In 2015 I had the pleasure to visiting Georgi in Bulgaria, and not only participating in an Autumn Equinox ceremony at an ancient Thracian rock sanctuary high in the Rhodope mountains but also visiting many ancient temples as well as the site where he hoped – and has since realised – to build a temple to the Gods.  But perhaps more importantly, I got to meet his legendary Grandmother, but that is definitely another (very memorable) story!

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Lady of Avalon by Jonathan Minshull for Glastonbury Goddess Temple. [source]

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Oracle of the Unicorns: Enter an Enchanted Realm of Magic and Miracles

Oracle of the Unicorns: Enter an Enchanted Realm of Magic and Miracles 

Cards – June 8, 2017

by Cordelia Francesca Brabbs  (Author)

The most enchanting of mystical creatures, unicorns are a symbol of miracles, purity, and magic. Like mermaids, faeries, and dragons, unicorns, too, have a distinct and powerful spiritual energy. Delve into their wondrous realm through the Oracle of the Unicorns to reawaken your intuitive abilities, your innate wisdom, your unique gifts, your extraordinary courage, and your divine potential. The unicorn guides in this deck help you discover the magic that lies within you. They wish for you to become a more conscious creator of your reality, harnessing the infinite power of the universe to conjure miracles and move mountains. Experience greater joy, love, peace, and prosperity by welcoming unicorn energy into your world.

About the Author

Cordelia Francesca Brabbs is a Magical Mentor for conscious and creative people who want to see what’s really possible when they unlock their gifts and live from their magic. Cordelia works mainly with the Diamond Light, pure Source energy that helps people release core wounds, patterns and energetic contracts that limit them. During these sessions she helps people get rewired and recoded on a cellular, DNA, and genetic level to fulfil their divine potential and realign to their true state of abundance and joy.  For as long as she can remember, Cordelia has believed in the magical realms and felt a close connection with the unicorns, fairies, mermaids, and dragons. She grew up in the countryside in the North of England, and would often be found reading Enid Blyton’s magical books, perched in the branches of an apple tree, dreaming of adventures to magical lands.  After going through a dark night of the soul in her late teens and early twenties, Cordelia’s spiritual awakening in 2001 led her to train in various healing, manifesting, and coaching modalities (including Unicorn Light healing). She discovered her natural gift for working with energy, holding space for vibrational upgrades, receiving intuitive insights, and seeing people’s soul essence. She soon became the author of Goddess Power Pack, and spent nine months living in Avalon, serving as a Melissa in the Glastonbury Goddess Temple, and holding retreats for women and teens. In 2010 Cordelia’s love of whales and dolphins led her to co-found Women for Whales, a conscious collective designed to peacefully raise awareness for cetacean protection. Since 2011 she has run her online classes and client retreats from beautiful locations around the world, travelling to wherever her soul calls her to be. Her recent destinations include Hawaii, French Polynesia, France, Italy and Avalon.

Product details

Cards: 84 pages

Publisher: Llewellyn Publications; Box Tcr Cr edition (June 8, 2017)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 0738755133

ISBN-13: 9780738755137

Product Dimensions: 5 x 1.5 x 7 inches

Shipping Weight: 13.6 ounces 

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Day 2

I feel like this was the most intense day because it was the day we went to explore the town center and I really cant describe every shop we went into.

The main street is lined with like older stone buildings, some painted vibrant colors and some just old stone. Something about the aesthetic of the town is very fairy-like and full of art everywhere. There were alleyways with murals of forests, the goddess, planets, mandalas, animals, mushrooms etc. Everywhere you looked there was art painted on to something and statues of gnomes, mushrooms, fairies and the goddess. If it wasn't colorful, then it was old stone and medieval-ish. Its a really small town so there was just one street of lots of shops but it was nothing but back to back magical stores some with specialty focus like a magic book store, a magic herb and aromatherapy store, a magic tool emporium store, a magic crystal store, a robe and cloak shop etc.

There was this BEAUTIFUL crystal shop with BIG fairy energy I went into. The shop owner was very fairy-like herself. Actually a lot of people in the town either had strong crone shamanic vibes or fairy vibes. There were so many magical old ladies in shawls, cloaks and sweaters of different vibrant colors with sparkling hair tinsel laced between their silver locks that would be tinted different pastel colors cause they no longer needed to bleach their hair. A lot of people wore hair tinsel actually and had lots of sparkly piercings and crystal jewelry. There were a lot of shoulder-cats, pentagrams, wooden STAFFS some with crystals on the top. It was the first magical town I've been to where people were just unapologetic about being a witch or pagan. I mostly loved all of the older women there who had such intense energy and were just free to be themselves.

Anyway back to the crystal shop (Named Elestial by the way) which I am sure throughout the week I dumped an embarrassing amount of money on, they color coordinated their crystal collection in a beautiful way that my libra self couldn't handle. I got so much stuff and some crystal planchette for my ouija board since my friend that's a medium suggested it could help use it since usual planchettes can be hard for the spirit to move. I got a smokey quartz one since it's protective but further in the week I got a cotton amethyst one that looks beautifully ghostly from another store. There was this gorgeous herb, candle and aromatherapy shop we went to called Starchild. You can smell it down the street and I took pictures I will post cause describing it won't do justice. They played the most FIRE sound tracks you'd imagine hearing if you went to a forest rave. They had oils for every sabbat, zodiac sign, druid tree, plant you could imagine. Their stuff smelled incredible. They had massage oils for every purpose even sexy ones that were like called things like Exctasy (that had st. johns wort in it) or Love Potion No. 9 which had herbs in it that I never heard of, except like Damiana of course lol. They had these INCREDIBLE hand made candles that literally looks like something out of a fanatasy movie. I bought many. They had candles for zodiac signs and planets too. Just imagine candles of many shapes, sizes, textures (I got frothy candles that look like some goblin shit lol) colors. They had a huge library wall of jars filled with herbs you could buy by the ounce. Also a wall of books on herbs and green magic as well. I'd highly recommend that shop!

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We went through this goddess corridor which has a walk way with crystals embedded into the walls of the corridor. There was a goddess temple which is free to go in and you can ask the priestess to smoke cleanse the hell out of you in her dark chamber. There was a MASSIVE tapestry dedicated to the goddess of Avalon which is the local goddess they honor as she is the personification of the land which Glastonbury resides on. In that courtyard there is a huge statue of a dragon outside of the library of avalon which I wasn't able to visit unfortunately.

We went to the Green Man shop which was owned by a really sweet pagan woman who told me all about her house she lives nearby where she can watch the barn owls swoop over the fields in the summer and family of deers in the winter that come to her window 😭 I got so much stuff in that shop. First of all its so cute inside like everything is green with ivy garland hanging from the ceiling so you feel like you're inside a bigass bush. And its very earth-witchy like I got a pentagram with a stag on it, a black notebook with a silver pentagram on it, tons of cards with beautiful pagan art like one with golden leaf with a crowned owl (probably stolas lol) and a few yule cards. They also sold lots of cauldrons and incense. Everything was SO CHEAP. Also every shop had an insane amount of rainbow-color coordinated walls of incense sticks. I never ran out of insense sticks.

Other shops that were note worthy that I visited throughout the week was this beautiful home store that sold indian furniture that was SO CHEAP and of INCREDIBLE quality. The nature of the community was so supportive of one another and not greedy that they don't see the point of upselling their stuff though they have incredible things to give out. The town and community is so small we kept seeing the same people over and over so I guess its also wise to not fuck people over lol. Anyway this store is beautiful when you pass it at night all the lanterns are lit up and it adds to the beauty of the main street.

There was also this CAMPY fucking witch shop called the wonky broomstick in this old building towards the end of the street that sold like spooky bar soups, had a huge smoke machine cauldron in it and sold silly incense like Pixies Dance (I bought it) Dragons Breath (I also bought it) Mermaid's Blessing (you already know..) and tons of other campy things like colorful grimoire journals and candies inside of cauldron pots. It was perpetual halloween in there and also had some harry potter merchandise. I think the English economy really benefitted from the harry potter years lol but you can tell though some tourist shops were still trying to market with it, its starting to die out. There's also this really great bookstore thats next to the haunted tavern which sold really great books on magic and spirituality for super cheap. I got a book about healing yourself when no one else can lol. 😢

After the shops we walked up to the Tor which was SO BEAUTIFUL like I was ASTOUNDED by the walk itself and how beautiful the countryside is. I felt like I was on some hobbit adventure as we walked through open fields with cows grazing around us or horses nearby (thankfully behind a fence cause they can sometimes have no chill) coming up for a pat, and the hills curved in a way that you can see forests rolling around you and the tor high up in the distance. I felt like I needed a cloak. There was a man nearby hiking with his puppy near us that spooked the cows around us so he had to carry his naughty puppy lol.

While climbing the hill I got this insane realization that I have been dreaming about the Tor and glastonbury for years. Its one of the towns along with London that I've been having dreams about since I was 15. Glastonbury came about later though like I was having dreams about it when I was probably 20?? I remember thinking of it as a sweet and peaceful escape and I remember the town my dream world cooked up being really small and in a way underdeveloped from the cities I was used to. I think if I were to live there I would be happy but be a bit isolated cause that’s what my dreams showed me. I have so many dreams of me climbing up on the steep hill of the tor and looking at the patchwork quilts of towns around me. When I was up there it was like something CLICKED like a place I kept visiting and didn't know what it meant, finally meant something. There's a town nearby in my dreams thats still very spiritual and earthy but a bit more down to earth and Expensive and snooty that I remember I was trying to find a way to move into. It has a lot of big houses and beautiful alleyways and cobbled streets so maybe I need to look at the towns around there and figure it out. I have a feeling its not Bristol though I feel like I need to check that place out too. (Actually it could be Bristol?) I just know now that the dreams I had are about real places I need to see and I thought those dreams were just fantastical since they were beautiful towns with magical people and castles But those beautiful towns with castles and magical people actually exist in real life.

The tor itself was beautiful. We took a lot of pictures and stared at the scenery. I felt like I was in my element cause I love air. There were birds all around us. We watched the sun set burn behind the clouds as we walked down the steeper way.