Gods Country - Before Geoffrey of Monmouth

Rammed-Earth Plus– Inspirations from the land of Owain Glyndwr

Greetings rebel-friends, rabble rousers, and relentless non-conformists.

I hope that you eschew with mercurial enthusiasm the predator ‘elite’s’, attempts to reduce you to a hapless and confused suicidal zombie.(Mmmh, me-thinks they should gaze less often and more ponderously into the proverbial mirror-it would certainly shock them more than their virgin forays into their demon-spawned ingestion of adrenachrome).

I must say, it is most gratifying to see again that they’re not having it all their way, not just because they’re collectively as dumb as a box o’ rocks, but because they are so stupefied by their Crowleyian leanings, that they cannot fathom the simplest realities that any sane and sanguine pragmatist has long discovered – that very little, in the detail, is actually in our control.

To those insatiably spiteful reprobates that with their misanthropic Mr Magoo minds seek to master events too deluded to acknowledge that their focal loci is but a feather or two deep, I say ‘Chao Rex Est’!

It is not for no reason that the progenitors of Sanatana Dharma proclaimed the universal truth that the only konstant in the universe is change.

And boy, is it a time for changes big and small...like I said to my friend and ally, the great verbal knight and jouster of our noble realm, ‘Nature’, this is a special time for the real movers and shakers of this world (Ah fink dat’s us, by da way).

This is a far less tortuous preamble to the matter at hand, which is aptly named (imho) God’s Country. Before leaving you to your own ingenious devices I will share with you that many a time, mounted upon my trusty FireBlade did I trace the shimmering black ribbon of the A5 through Llangollen, past Chirk Bank into the time-space vortex known as Horse Shoe Pass which magically ejects the favoured acolyte upon the Holy Head road. And between Glyder Fawr and the nerve centre of palpably energising ley lines but a stones throw away, lies the mysterious Devil’s Kitchen.

Suffice it to say that it was in that lake, or rather above it, that a most remarkable supernatural phenomenon occurred that I suppose many would be forced to describe as a kind of earth-magik. I managed to photograph the event but I think that old TF card that captured it is long gone as this happened around 2009. To be true, if someone described to me that they saw and felt this strangest of things I would be highly skeptical so being of liberal spirit I’ll just have to leave you with this long-held maxim of the sagacious,

“There are more things between heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”.

from the play, Hamlet, by William Shakespeare (and friends).

Till our next communique emboldened ones..!

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