Tonight the hunt rides, Gwyn ap Nudd and his hounds hunting the souls who belong in his world, he is accompanied by the Great Mother in her guise as the White Lady and The Great Father in his guise as Herne The Hunter. The hunt has been missing from this reality for over a hundred … Continue reading The Wild Hunt
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Mabon
"Leaves fall, the days grow cold. The Goddess pulls her mantle of Earth around Her as You, O Great Sun God, sail toward the West to the land of eternal enchantment, wrapped in the coolness of night. Fruits ripen, seeds drip, the hours of day and night are … Continue reading Mabon

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