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Saturday, 15 March 2014



NASSOS had never been happy, except for one moment. He was captain and owner of the many-sailed karave, but water and ships, buying and selling, had no appeal for him. The great hulking islanders from Psarà, who made up his crew, filled him with terror. But he was the eldest son of a noble family and he must stand on the bridge in his dead father's place.

The karave was slowly moving westward in the open sea, bound for a Sicilian port to sell the cargo which she had taken on at Vostetsa. Nassos, alone on the deck, played his violin to the beauty of the still, sweet evening. He could

catch gruff sounds from his men below, but he played on, trying to forget them and his unhappy life.

As he looked up at the full moon, he noticed a thin mist floating across it. Or was it mist? Nassos looked again. It seemed to be the translucent form of a strange and beautiful creature, half woman, half fish. His violin bow slowed, almost stopped, but he forced himself to play on as though he saw nothing.

Silently the creature passed before him, moving with a rhythmic grace and apparently without effort. Golden hair rippled across her shoulders; her airy garments shone in the moonlight; she cast no shadow. Again she moved before him and a third time. At a silent gesture, another creature very like her, though not so beautiful, appeared beside her, then another, then more and more until they thronged the deck and the water about the ship.

Nassos’ music had lured them and, he thought, perhaps it would also win her, the most beautiful, the princess of them all, for himself. Breaking off the slow, plaintive melody he had been playing, he made his violin throb to the rhythm of a weird, wild dance. The fairies caught hands, whirled round and round, tossing their bright hair and laughing soundlessly. Faster and faster beat the music; wildly and more wildly danced the fairies, forgetting the presence of the mortal. While Nassos played furiously, he was watching for the great moment. Suddenly when the princess was near him, her back toward him, he dropped his bow, sprang forward and caught her hair.

In an instant the maidens had leaped into the sea and disappeared. The karave was rocked by the waves that rose to receive them and a breeze sprang suddenly out of the east. A scream of terror came from the lips of the princess. At the touch of a mortal hand, her glistening scales had dropped from her. Her shadow fell upon Nassos as she knelt at his feet, imploring him with outstretched hands to let her go.

Twisting her hair about his hand to hold it more securely, he gazed down at her and thought her more lovely than before. A great exaltation filled his soul. But only for a moment. Behind him a hoarse cry rang across the deck. The sailors had felt the rocking of the ship and the sudden breeze, and had heard the scream of the woman. When Nassos turned to them, he saw amazement, delight and anger struggling on their faces. How had the maiden come there, why had he been hiding her from them, who was to have her, and a hundred other questions, leaped out at him.

The maiden screamed again and hid her face. Nassos ordered the men below, but he was answered by a confused muttering as they moved nearer to gaze with fascinated eyes on the beautiful creature.

"Let us draw lots for her," one suggested. The rest approved. Nassos was angry. He spoke to them as he had never dared to speak before, denouncing them as insubordinates and cowards, and demanding their obedience. His words had no effect. He shouted orders that were not heard, while the maiden implored him to let her go and the sailors argued

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A strange and beautiful creature, half woman, half fish.

loudly with one another. Then four husky fellows broke away from the rest and advanced toward Nassos.

"Give us the maiden," they commanded. "We will decide."

"She is mine," replied the young man calmly, "and I am your captain."

"Let us have her or we'll make you prisoner!"

Nassos drew himself up and defied by a look of contempt the four huge men. Their faces grew dark with anger and a cry like a roar came from them as they rushed upon him.

"Save me! Let me go!" cried the maiden, but one man seized her and tore her from Nassos, leaving only a strand of her hair in his hand. The other three caught their captain and in the space of a moment his hands were tied and he was cast overboard.

When he rose to the surface, the sounds that came from the ship told of a fierce struggle. With a mighty effort he released his hands, but as he did so the strand of golden hair escaped him and floated free on the water. Though he snatched at it desperately, the rising waves carried it away, and the maiden, again in the transparent and shadowless form of a sea fairy, dropped silently into the water and disappeared. With a cry of despair, Nassos swam to the spot and called her again and again to return, though he knew with the certainty of sad premonition that he would not see her any more.

Yells and groans drew his thoughts back to the karave. The sailors, ignorant of the fairy's escape, and believing that

one of their own had hidden her, fell in jealous fury upon each other. They were desperate, drunken men. It was a struggle to the death. Nassos made his way back to the ship and by means of the anchor chain finally climbed aboard. By that time the clamor had subsided and when he reached the deck, a horrible, silent scene met his eyes.

Two men alone of his crew of thirty were left alive. It was difficult for him to convince them that he was not the ghost of their captain, that he had not hidden the maiden away and that she, being a fairy, had gone back to her home in the sea.

"Woe, woe upon us!" they groaned. "Evil has fallen upon us. We are in the power of fairies. If you had told us, we would never have touched her. Their revenge and the blood of our comrades be upon your head!"

A trembling terror gripped them. Even after Nassos had bound up their wounds and they had helped him clear the deck and remove all traces of the combat, they started and shuddered at the least sound. Nassos determined to head for Sicily, but even when he promised the sailors an equal share of the profits with him, they were little encouraged. Sullenly they obeyed his directions and the karave moved slowly forward.

"Woe, woe!" they would chant again and again. "Evil is upon us!"

Once Nassos started from sleep, terrified to see the two men standing over him, one with his knife raised ready to strike.

"You are the cause of all our misery," said the seaman in his own defense. "Perhaps your death would appease the fairies and our comrades' souls could rest. Perhaps then they would not torment us night and day!"

The karave sailed on, but the spirits of the three on board sank lower and lower. They could not sleep; they ate little, because they had no desire for food and because they dreaded to go down into the deserted hull to get it. Nassos tried once to play his violin, but it moaned beneath his touch and the sailors stared with wild eyes into space as though listening to sounds not of the earth.

Petros and Mertikos, as they were named, would have been willing to let the ship founder, but in peril of his life Nassos ordered, begged, coaxed and bribed them into holding the course for Sicily. When they were within a few hours of their destination, Nassos found Petros at the tiller, praying for a storm to destroy them all. Nassos rebuked him.

"The ship is haunted," said Petros, his hair tossed and his eyes glazed. "The evil power of the fairies has possession of it. Nothing but misfortune can follow it. Misfortune, misfortune must take all of us. Six days have I been waiting for my share. Six days—a long time, a long time!"

Nassos turned away, as though paying no heed to the prophecy. The next moment he heard a plunge and saw Petros sink without resistance beneath the surface of the water.

The two who remained managed to make a successful landing, but before the cargo could be unloaded, Mertikos

fled from the haunted ship and Nassos saw him no more. The captain sold his karave and all she contained, and sent the receipts to his mother on the island of Psarà, keeping out only a few drachmas. With these he bought a little fishing boat and returned to fish for a living along the Corinthian Gulf.

The memory of that voyage never left him. His only consolation was the thought that for one exalted moment he had held a fairy in his power.

The end
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Friday, 14 March 2014

Thank you for being a friend

To my dearest friends and you know who you are. I wish to thank you for just being a friend

Love You

jeanie Pecats
and many more



UNCLE KOSTAS, as everyone called him, had once been a prisoner of the fairies. He would sit stiffly down upon a stone and lean upon the tall, shepherd's staff which he always carried, to recount his story.

"Look," he would begin. "Do you see those hills yonder? They are the Hills of the Dragons. Many, many years ago

Kostas was resting at noon beside a spring under the shadow of a pine in one of the Dragonorahes, Dragon Hills, after eating his bread and cheese. He closed his eyes for a little while and when he opened them, there were fairies dancing all around him in the air. He knew that he was handsome, handsome enough to tempt them to carry him away, but since he had his gun with him he thought himself safe.

Some of the fairies were singing, others were playing their flutes, and all would pause now and then to ask Kostas to play his flute and dance with them. Pointing to his gun, he shook his head and even though they were angry they dared not harm him. Suddenly the music and the dancing ceased. The fairies whispered together a moment and then disappeared like a cob web that is brushed away.

Kostas was about to go back to his sheep, grazing lower down on the hillside, but he was unable to move, even to stretch out his hand. Then the fairies were back again and this time their queen was with them, riding on a great white horse. Around her were a thousand fairies on white horses and others kept coming and coming until the Dragonorahe was covered with them.

Kostas tried to stand up, he tried to reach his gun, but he could do nothing except gaze at the beautiful queen, with her shining, silken hair and her shimmering white garments, as she sat upon her proud horse. There was a great murmuring around him. After a while he understood that all the fairies were talking about him.

"Does he please you?" one asked the queen.

"Will you have him?" asked another.

"He is powerless now," said a third. "Shall we take him?"

The queen looked down at him thoughtfully for a long time. Then she smiled, lifted her wand and cried, "I shall have him! He is beautiful! Let us bring him with us!"

Servant fairies caught up Kostas and darted away with him as fast as an eagle flies. The queen with the thousand

fairies on horseback followed and after them came the thousands and thousands of others, all in white, all dancing around and around as they swept forward. They took him up to the highest peak of the mountain Kyllene, where there is snow nearly all the year. A yawning, black opening admitted to a long dark passage, ending in a golden gate. Beyond lay the gardens of the fairies, where the sweet, warm air of summer always dwelt.

"Here you must stay
For a year and a day,
And never, oh never,
Will you wish to go away."

sang the queen to her new prisoner and all the fairies echoed softly,

"And never, oh never,
Will you wish to go away."

Looking about him, Kostas saw that he was in a paradise. There were gardens everywhere, each with flowers of a different color. One garden was white, one yellow, one purple, then green, rose and blue, with many shades of each, so that they all blended together like the bars of a magnificent rainbow. In the center was a lake, mirror-like, upon which an island appeared to float. So clear was the water that one could see to the bottom which was studded with emeralds. Upon the surface, like great bubbles, diamonds, rubies and sapphires moved with the slow current.

On the island many youths, stolen by the fairies, were playing with flower-wreaths, chains of precious stones, and

fine gold and silver-like sand. Kostas was taken to the island, given fairy clothes such as the other youths wore, and shown trees from which he could gather as much fruit as he wished.

There were as many kinds of fruit trees on the island as there were flower gardens around the lake. Figs, pears and olives, peaches and plums, as well as grapes heavy upon their vines, hung in tempting profusion. The fruit would fall to the ground when it was ripe and if no one ate it, it would harden into a jewel of the shape and color of the fruit.

Peacocks strutted about and birds of bright plumage flitted through the trees. In the lake one saw mermaids with fairy faces, graceful swans, and fish such as are not found in any other sea. All the time, for there never is any night there, fairies danced in the flower gardens, gazed at their reflections in the lake, sang or made music on their flutes, while youths played on their beautiful island, and the queen appeared happiest of all, watching the others being happy.

But Kostas, alone of all those thousands, was not happy. He enjoyed living in that paradise, but he could never forget his home and his sweetheart Christena, and he longed to go back. Then he would think of the queen. He thought she cared a great deal for him, more, perhaps, than for any of the other youths. He remembered her song:

"Here you must stay
For a year and a day,
And never, oh never,
Will you wish to go away."

In the lake one saw mermaids with fairy faces.

"I must wait," he told himself again and again. "I must wait for a year and a day."

Finally the time passed. Kostas went to the queen, bowed very humbly and said:

"Here did I stay
For a year and a day,
But always and always
I've wished to go away."

Then he told her how, even though she was so beautiful and everything was so lovely, he desired above all to go home to his sweetheart Christena. The queen did not answer immediately, and he waited in anguish on his knees with his head bowed to the ground.

"Kostas," she said at last, "will you do anything I ask you?"

"Anything!" he cried, starting up eagerly.

"Then listen. I have lost a gold vase set with turquoise and lined with golden hair. Find the vase for me by noon to-day. Be sure of the lining of golden hair, for that is important. Go!"

Hopefully Kostas began his search in the gardens, but though he looked carefully among all the vari-colored flower beds, he found nothing. Going to the island, he searched anxiously beneath all the fruit trees and even scanned their branches, but the vase was not there. It was now almost noon.

[paragraph continues]He walked to the shore and stood looking hopelessly into the water, thinking how far he was from his desire. A strange fish, all gold and blue, appeared swimming toward him. But no, it was not a fish. It was a vase, gold set with turquoise!

Kostas seized it and held it up joyfully. The lining! He was almost afraid to look. There it was, the fine gold hair, and there was something else, more precious to him than hair or jewels or gold. It was the shepherd's clothes that he had worn when the fairies carried him away. He knew then that the queen meant to let him go. Quickly exchanging the fairy garments for the old loose cloak and short, full skirt of the shepherd, he returned to the queen and laid the vase before her, just as the sun reached the meridian.

The queen smiled and touched Kostas with her wand.

"You may go back to your home and your sweetheart," she said, "and you may take with you a strand of the hair lining the vase. It is my hair, and if you should ever wish to return to the fairy gardens, you have only to show it to the fairies and they will bring you back."

Kostas thanked her many times and arose. There was a beautiful white horse with a golden tail and mane and a human face, to carry him, and three fairy princesses with red caps, to show him the way. Through the golden gate, through the long, dark passage, through the snow-fringed opening in the mountain and over the hills they flew until they reached the spring on the Dragonorahe. There the fairies left him, just where he had been a year and a day before.

But the strand of golden hair Kostas lost out of his selahe as they came swiftly over the hills. Afterward he searched for it tirelessly, climbing all of the Dragon Hills as high as he could go, but he never found it.

Purple Floating City

Purple floating city planet Gazeantra Delta  g5623 in the yet not seen quadrant. 

Good night dear friends and don't let the horse flies bite hehehehehe ()

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Dragon History

Dragon Kings

Korean Dragon Kings
Japanese Dragon Kings
Chinese Dragon Kings
Vietnamese Dragon Kings


While there are the famous dragon kings, it is important to realize that there were many dragon kings. Obviously, some were more famous then others. Most dragon kings were responsible for a particular region, although some were given other jobs. The Dragon Kings were usually water-dwelling dragons that were responsible for rainfall and the water in a particular region.

Another common factor in the dragon kings is that they are noted for their beauty and splendor. Most of these dragon kings lived under the water in palaces made of crystal. At their command, there were legions of sea creatures for soldiers and servants.

However, the dragon kings were not all-powerful. They had to answer to the gods and their emissaries. In Korea, the dragon king was not seen as very powerful, but this dragon still granted humans help, favors, and gifts.

Korean Dragon Kings

There are less stories of the Korean dragon kings that of the Japanese and Chinese dragon kings. The most popular story that involves one of the Korean dragon kings is the story of the Carp. A poor fisherman caught this Carp, and the Carp begged for its life so that he may return to his family. The fisherman obliged, and the Carp turned out to be one of the sons of the Dragon King, so the fisherman was rewarded greatly.

Another story shows how the Korean dragon kings were not seen as powerful as the dragon kings of China or Japan. This story is a tale about an old turtle who was flipped over on his back by some wanton boys who were quite ready to sell him for profit. A man, passing by this turtle, scared the boys off and flipped the old turtle back on his feet. The turtle thanked the man and said that he was the dragon king, and he would give the man any help he would need in a return favor, all he had to do was return to the shore and call. Later, this man, wandering up a mountain, found a young witch who had taken over the mountain and expelled the mountain's protector. The witch ordered him to remain with her, but the hero asked her to give him some time to think. She gave it to him, and he returned to the shores to ask the Dragon King for help. Although the Dragon King tried twice to help the young man, he was unable to help him, for the witches power was too strong. So, the dragon king entreated a higher power, which struck the witch dead.

Japanese Dragon Kings

The famous Japanese dragon king is Ryo-Wo, who is responsible for the element of water to the Japanese. He holds the Tidal Jewels, which controls the tides of the world. Furthermore, Ryo-Wo is also credited with giving the Jelly fish its shape, and his daughter, Otohime, was said to have married prince Hoori, a human.

Ryo-Wo was also revered as the god of the sea, making him quite powerful in the eyes of the Japanese. He is also said to live in a grand palace beneath the waves called Ryugu.

Chinese Dragon Kings

Lung Wang was said to be the Chinese Dragon king responsible for the element of fire.  Many speak of the four main dragon kings of China - Ao Ch'in (Ao Chin), Ao Jun, Ao Kuang, and Ao Shun. Together, these four dragon brothers controlled the waters of the world as well as the rain. Each of them controlled one sea, and the middle of these seas was the Earth. The August Personage of Jade tells them where to distribute rain, too. During times of drought and times of flood, these dragon kings were sought out.

Ao Kuang was said to be the king of the dragon kings. His son, Ao Ping, succeeded him as the king of the dragon kings. However, Ao Ping was killed by Li No-cha in a spiritual battle, for Ao Ping fought for the last emperor of the Shang dynasty, Chou Wang, in the Battle of Ten Thousand Spirits. (Note: This took place at the same time with the Battle of Mu, although that was an earthly battle, not a spiritual one.) No-cha then made a belt out of Ao Ping's tendons. After Ao Kuang learned of his son's death, he was quite angry at No-cha's rashness. Ao Kuang fought No-cha, but lost. After begging for mercy, No-cha spared him, but ordered Ao Kuang to transform into a blue snake. Despite his defeat, Ao Kuang is still revered as the most important dragon king.

Another famous dragon king was known as the White Dragon, or Pai Lung. He was born of a young girl who was cast away from her family when they found she was pregnant. When his flesh was thrown into the water, Pai Lung transformed into a giant white dragon, and a storm followed him. His mother died, and the local townsfolk revered her and buried her. They built a temple near her burial tomb, which Pai Lung is said to visit.

Vietnamese Dragon Kings

The most famous story about the dragon king is actually more about his daughter. Slowcoach, a man, befriended a small animal named Cibet. Slowcoach had a nasty brother, who killed Cibet. Still, Cibet was buried beneath a tree, and whenever Slowcoach prayed there, silver rained upon him. Jealously, his brother cut down the tree. From the tree, Slowcoach made a bough, and, after his brother destroyed that as well, he made a fishing hook.

Dragon King

When Slowcoach used the fishing hook, a young maiden, the daughter of the dragon king, appeared to him. She told him that he had hooked her father, and he wanted the hook removed. Slowcoach followed her and helped the dragon king. In thanks, Slowcoach received a blue fish which he left in his home.

Now, this was not really a blue fish. Slowcoach learned this after a while, as every time he returned home, it was clean. Finally, he pretended to leave his house, then re-entered it, to find that the blue fish was actually the dragon king's daughter. To make her stay, he smashed the glass in which he kept the blue fish, and, as she told him to, he made bones for her.

In jealousy, Slowcoach's brother attempted to receive a beautiful maiden from the sea. When he went into the water, however, the dragon king simply turned him into a fish.

Mythical creatures, Do they Exist?

Mythical creatures- Mermaids, Elves, Gnomes, Fairies, Lemuria and Unicorns. Do they exist?

Today we have been asked to discuss the existence of what many believe to be “mythical creatures”. We will share with you our perspective on these beings regarding their existence upon your world. Please know that there are in fact many “species” that exist upon your world which your scientists have still not acknowledged or discovered. You will continue to learn of many new beings that coexist upon your world as you continue to elevate in consciousness. Some collectives are not ready to be discovered at this time as it would prove to be harmful to their existence. Only when the human collective is ready to recognize the divinity within every being will these populations become known to you.

We will begin by asking you a question first. What makes something a myth? To this many would respond, that a myth is simply something that cannot be proven, has not been accepted as “real” and exists only in “fairy tales” and stories. Now although there has been human contact with some of these beings, they certainly have not been accepted as being “real” on a wide scale amongst the human collective at this time.

We intend to share with you our perspective on each of these beings. We will begin this message with a very direct answer to your very specific question. Are these beings real? To this we reply, they are just as real as you are. In some cases, it actually is you who are the “mythical creatures” to their collective.

We will begin with the Mermaids and Mermen upon your world. Although we have already touched upon the existence of these peaceful beings in our previous message, we will be happy to briefly expand upon our discussion.

Yes, there are in fact many mermaids in your oceans and seas upon your world. They often go undetected as they are fearful of humans at this time. They are quite social, and live in communities deep within your oceans. They do look a bit similar to your “mythical” depictions of them in that they resemble the torso and upper body of a human, and the bottom of a fish. The tale is similar to the tale of a dolphin in that it contains cartilage as well as muscle which is covered in a smooth thick layer of skin. They do not have the exact faces of a human, rather you would perceive their faces as strange as they do not have a nose. They have gills instead of lungs and as a result they do not have a nose on their face for breathing air. There have been humans who have encountered populations of mermaids; however this is often discounted as being a myth when others have told of the encounters.

You would find that there are numerous large communities made up of Mermaids and Mermen, and just any other species on your planet, they have evolved to excel in the environment they inhabit. As a result different communities of these beings have taken on different features and characteristics to help them to excel in their environments. All communities of Mermaids do inhabit the water. Some are indigenous to saltwater while others inhabit freshwater springs. Those that inhabit the deep oceans have evolved to manage the extremely high pressures of the deep-sea. They also have developed the ability to use sonar as a form of sight as it is very dark in the deep-sea. Those who inhabit the freshwater springs are often smaller in size and body structure as they do not require the same amount of muscle mass as their relatives in the deep seas.

They could be considered nomads, in the sense that they do not actually dwell in permanent homes; much like the dolphin and whale species which exist upon your world. However they do set up resting areas that allow them to sleep, eat, and play with one another. They do travel in colonies and it is very rare to find a lone mermaid. They are incredibly playful and enjoy very carefree lives. There are many of you who will very much enjoy interacting with them when the time is right.

We will next touch upon the elementals which consist of the Fairies, Gnomes and Elves. There are other beings which can be included within this group however we have been asked to discuss these three beings in particular. These beings are of course very real and exist in abundance upon your world. They often coexist beside many humans however they are rarely detected. Like the Mermaids, these beings are also quite fearful of the human collective as a whole. There certainly are humans which they trust enough to interact with on a regular basis, however they have not been widely accepted yet as being “real”. The elementals work “hand in hand” with Mother Nature. Often those who do gain a glimpse of these beings are quite fond of the “outdoors”, and often enjoy gardening, planting, and have a love of animals. Many of you have regularly been helped by the elementals although many are not yet aware of their presence.

The fairies can always be found in rural and nature filled areas. There are male and female fairies. They most often can be seen and detected in the high octaves of the 4th dimension as well as the 5th dimension. It is possible for those resonating in the 4th dimension as those of you who are drawn to this message are, to detect these beings in their physical form, although it is much more common that they are seen as a glitter or sparkle out of the corner of your eye. The reason being is they often are vibrating too quickly to be detected by the human eye. This of course will change as you continue to increase in vibration. Some of you have already had encounters with these beings while out in nature. Know that when you see that twinkle or sparkle out of the corner of your eye, you have just seen a fairy that has entrusted you enough to make their selves known.

Fairies often live amongst the trees and within gardens, so the next time you are out in nature, you may call to the fairies in hopes that you may earn their trust to form a loving bond with them. They regularly help tend to the gardens of those who find joy and pleasure from gardening.

The Elves and Gnomes are also within the group referred to as the elementals. Gnomes often live underground within the dirt whereas the Elves feel most comfortable living within the hollows of trees. Both the Elves, and the Gnomes do live in small communities where they forage and share the bounty they have harvested. They are very hard workers, however they love to play just as hard.

Elves, are more gentle and meek in nature, while the Gnomes are more mischievous. They enjoy playing and often will daringly interact with the human’s they coexist with. Gnomes have been known to store pebbles in your shoes, and misplace human belongings. They do not mean any harm, although they find it to be great fun to go undetected and yet still have the ability to play innocent jokes upon the unsuspecting humans.

While Elves are a bit more timid, they are more mild-mannered and enjoy the simple life. They also live within communities inside both tree roots as well as hollowed tree trunks. They are often responsible for helping the trees to grow and remain healthy. They have a mutual kinship with the trees as the tree provides them with shelter and a warm home, while they ensure that the tree is properly cared for.

We will now discuss the beings known as Unicorns and Lemurians as they are interconnected. Unicorns unlike the others which we have mentioned, no longer exists in your reality at this time; however these beings certainly did exist upon your world. Unicorns were most common at the time of Lemuria and Atlantis. The Lemurians were responsible for the creation of the unicorns as a species. Lemuria “was” a very advanced civilization that inhabited a very large continent in the center of what is now referred to as the pacific ocean. Lemuria was approximately 3 times the size as the largest island of Atlantis which was located in the Atlantic ocean. Much of the physical remnants of this society has been destroyed although there are still a few physical structures which remain in the Pacific Ocean at this time. You will eventually uncover large stone structures as well as archives of these great “past” civilizations. The archives have been encoded in specific crystals upon your world and when the time is right, the human collective will discover them.

The Lemurians were a very peaceful society that valued the divinity within all creatures. They however did live upon the earth at a time where there were other early humans who were much less evolved. The Lemurians had the ability to genetically manipulate strands of DNA. The unicorn was originally a wild horse. The horse evolved with very few defenses against predators and as a result they were heavily hunted. The Lemurians seeing that this was devastating the population of wild horses decided to step in and assist the horse population by genetically altering the genes of only some in each herd. They were careful to still leave some wild horses, so as not to endanger the horse species as a whole. This genetic alteration made it possible for these horses to fly and defend themselves with the horn on their nose. Unicorns are often depicted as only being white, however there were very many different colors of unicorns, some of which are still available in your modern horse today.

However because this was not a natural mutation in the genes, it was very difficult to perpetuate the species. When bred with a wild horse, the genetic alteration rarely carried over into the offspring. The Lemurians continued to breed Unicorns for many centuries and became quite fond of them. The Lemurians had a kinship with all life. They regularly befriended many of the animals which came into contact with them. However the downfall of this society was their drive to alter and modify any and every being to ensure the safety of both their own community as well as the other beings. The genetic mutations that resulted in their tampering eventually led to a community that could no longer be sustained.

Many of the beings which we touched upon today still exist upon your world in your current reality. They will be discovered on a mass scale when the human collective consciousness is ready to peacefully coexist with these docile creatures.

We hope that we have served you in some way and that you have found our discussion to be of interest to you.

In love and light, 

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Mythical Creatures in Welsh Folklore

The Adar Llwch Gwin

According to Welsh tradition, the Adar Llwch Gwin were giant birds, similar in kind to the griffin, which were given to a warrior named Drudwas ap Tryffin by his fairy wife. The name derives from the Welsh words llwch ("dust") and gwin ("wine"). These birds were said to understand human speech and to obey whatever command was given to them by their master. However, on one occasion, when Drudwas was about to do battle with the hero Arthur he commanded them to kill the first man to enter the battle. Arthur himself was delayed and the birds immediately turned on Drudwas and tore him to pieces. Later, in medieval Welsh poetry, the phrase Adar Llwch Gwin came to describe all kinds of raptors including hawks, falcons, and, on occasion, brave men

The Afanc is a lake monster from Welsh mythology. Its exact description varies; it is described alternately as resembling a crocodile, beaver or dwarf-like creature, and is sometimes said to be a demon. The lake in which it dwells also varies; it is variously said to live in Llyn Llion, Llyn Barfog, near Brynberian Bridge or in Llyn yr Afanc, a lake near Betws-y-Coed that was named after the creature.

One tale relates that it was rendered helpless by a maiden who let it sleep upon her lap; while it slept, the maiden's fellow villagers bound the creature in chains. The creature was awakened and made furious; its enraged thrashings crushed the maiden, in whose lap it still laid. It was finally dragged away to the lake Cwm Ffynnon, or killed by Peredur.

Some later legends ascribe the creature's death to King Arthur or to Percival (Peredur's name in the later Arthurian legend of the continent and England). Close to Llyn Barfog in Snowdonia is a hoof-print petrosomatoglyph etched deep into the rock "Carn March Arthur", or the "Stone of Arthur's Horse", which was supposedly made by King Arthur's mount, Llamrai, when it was hauling the afanc from the lake.

Ceffyl Dŵr

In Welsh folklore, a Ceffyl dŵr is a water horse similar to the Kelpie.The water horse is known in the traditions of many countries. In Wales he's called the Ceffyl dŵr and although he has no wings he is able to fly. He may be seen above a pool or waterfall or occasionally grazing on the bank. He sometimes allows himself to be caught and mounted, but he is full of pranks and delights in tossing his rider to the ground

Cewri (Giants), such as Ysbaddaden Bencawr from Culhwch and Olwen, and Bendigeidfran from the Four Branches of the Mabinogi


Coblynau are mythical gnome-like creatures that are said to haunt the mines and quarries of Wales. They are said to be half a yard ( 1.5 ft) tall, and very ugly. Like Knockers, they are dressed in miniature mining outfits. They work constantly but never finish their task, and are said to be able to cause rockslides

Cŵn Annwn

In Welsh mythology and folklore, Cŵn Annwn were the spectral hounds of Annwn, the otherworld of Welsh myth. They were associated with a form of the Wild Hunt, presided over by Gwynn ap Nudd (rather than Arawn, king of Annwn in the First Branch of the Mabinogi). Christians came to dub these mythical creatures as "The Hounds of Hell" or "Dogs of Hell" and theorised they were therefore owned by Satan. However, the Annwn of medieval Welsh tradition is an otherworldly paradise and not a hell or abode of dead souls.

In Wales, they were associated with migrating geese, supposedly because their honking in the night is reminiscent of barking dogs. They are supposed to hunt on specific nights (the eves of St. John, St. Martin, Saint Michael the Archangel, All Saints, Christmas, New Year, Saint Agnes, Saint David, and Good Friday), or just in the autumn and winter. Some say Arawn only hunts from Christmas to Twelfth Night. The Cŵn Annwn also came to be regarded as the escorts of souls on their journey to the Otherworld.


The Coraniaid are a race of beings from Welsh mythology. They appear in the Middle Welsh prose tale Lludd and Llefelys, which survives in the Mabinogion and inserted into several texts of the Brut y Brenhinedd, a Welsh adaptation of Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae. The Coraniaid figure in the tale as one of three plagues that affect Britain during the reign of King Lludd. They are characterized by a sense of hearing so acute that they can hear any word the wind touches, making action against them impossible.


The cyhyraeth also spelled as cyheuraeth (probably from the noun cyhyr "muscle, tendon; flesh" + the termination -aeth; meaning "skeleton, a thing of mere flesh and bone"; "spectre", "death-portent", "wraith is a ghostly spirit in Welsh mythology, a disembodied moaning voice that sounds before a person's death.

Legends associate the cyhyraeth with the area around the river Tywi in eastern Dyfed, as well as the coast of Glamorganshire. The noise is said to be "doleful and disagreeable", like the groans and sighs of someone deathly ill, and to sound three times (growing weaker and fainter each time) as a threefold warning before the person expires. Along the Glamorganshire coast, the cyhyraeth is said to be heard before a shipwreck, accompanied by a corpse-light.

Like the Irish banshee and the Scottish Cailleach, to which the cyhyraeth and the Gwrach y Rhibyn are closely related, the cyhyraeth also sounds for Welsh natives living – and dying – far from home.

Y Diawl (The Devil) who was said to have built various bridges in Wales (including Devil's Bridge, Ceredigion), and to appear to sinners in the form of a horned, black-faced shepherd leading a pack of dogs. Sometimes associated with the bobtailed black sow known as Yr Hwch Ddu Gwta.

Gwiddonod (Witches), old women who could cast spells over people and animals, ride broomsticks through the air, tell fortunes, and use charms to heal and cause diseases. They could take the form of a hare, and could only be killed with a silver bullet. Only Y Dyn Hysbys (The Wise Man) could undo the harm the cause

Dreigiau (Dragons), the most famous being Y Ddraig Goch

Y Dyn Hysbys (The Wise Man), or wizard. These could be clerics, men who learned about medicine and black magic from books, and those who claimed to inherit power from their families and thus could foresee the future, particularly on an Ysbrydnos, and give charms to ward off evil.

Gwyllgi, a large black dog that haunts lonely roads

Gwyllion, a kind of spirit

Llamhigyn y Dŵr, a frog-bat-lizard hybrid

Morgens, water spirits

Plentyn Newid, the Welsh take on the Changeling creature.

Pwca, shapeshifting animal spirit

Tylwyth Teg, literally the "the Fair Folk," the common name in Welsh for the fairy folk, inhabitants of the Otherworld