Ystradgynlais Psychotherapy

08/11/2025

Room to let in busy clinic . Free on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays Fridays and Sundays. We have a busy team of ten therapists already. Cost is £25 pounds per day inclusive of heating, fibre optic broadband and more. Available from now. Please ring 07592330467 for more details. Clinic in Swansea / Uplands area. Ideal for practitioner, therapist, psychic. Available to view on Wednesdasys and Thursdays.

31/10/2025

And so the long journey to Kernow, Lostwithiel and the drowned land of Logres begins today. I am the Old Pagan on the day of Samhain. As Gaza us raised and genocide continues I walk with the dogs on a dark night. Linear explanations are always lies . Reality is more than narrowness of vision and denial of truth. In the struggle both to unite and separate from the divine feminine toxic masculinity reveals both its limits and its liminality. I am a Grandfather an elder, a holder of all that must be considered. Yet on the route to the crossroads and the Ruffian upon the stairs I seek the Triple Will. The questions run on and the answers are few and famous in obscurity. I am of the tribe of Levi and the Priests of Aaron ...yet as the chil down to the dren of Ishmael and Haggar are ground down to the dust from the ethnic cleansing of Jericho to an eternal Nakba the tide of death sweeps across the land. Call me Ishmael now and call it loud and clear..

From surah 109 the words are clear and relevant " I do not worship what you worship. Nor are you worshippers of what I worship. Nor will you be worshippers of what I worship.

As the Israeli government continues its slaughter and the pathetic centrists run far from the truth..

We are here at the place between the worlds, at the space of tension between the vision and the voice. And where the door is closing .

We discover a storm upon the horizon as genocide becomes a weapon of state .....

The Starmer governmenthas been far worse on foreign policy than Blair ever was. To play games of resistance in infinite ways are always and forever possible...

I wait at the cross roads for Dame Fortune and the Norns. I will not go quietly into the dark and choose resistance ....it is the time of the Crone and we won't wait any longer . The burning times are here again and from the lands of the wild men comes the authoritarians with the flames of the monotheisti and its brutal imperialism surging around the Middle East. The myth of Orientilism is manufactured whilst the old gods and Goddesses cry, weep and call out over and over . There are no true or false dieties, or ideologies any more. We are lost in a post modern mystery and I am sick at heart....I need coffee and I know that there is no truth outside the text... and I am the prophet outcast and unarmed but I will not surrender.. have a great day....the storm is arising and it is Samhain and the day of the dead at the Celtic new year..it is both metaphor and meaning delivered by Hegel a mighty judgementcis coming ...and it won't be long....Rhodd 'te Rhaib? Tric or Trît? Be' ddywedwch chi? 🎃👹👻

13/10/2025

The astronomical enigma of the Dogon of Mali from the Wilfred Hazelwood blog 'soldiers of fate'

Discover how the Dogon people of Mali possessed detailed knowledge of the invisible Sirius B star centuries before modern astronomy. Explore this fascinating co

13/09/2025

I am the Washer at the Ford, I am the weaver of fate, I feel the Norns create the thread that is birth, life and death of so many that I know. And in the days counting down to the Autumn Equinox in the season of the Reaper, the Morrigan and the Death Crone walk in my anima. How long have I lived outside the world, shielded by zoom, what's app and android?

I feel the reluctance to come back to the world as the masks begin to fall like the Autumn leaves on the edge of the falling times. I walk towards Samhain in my sixtty third year to the Summer lands when the world is mended. I am the Priest born again and again who raises their fist at the Sky Father's and shouts again and again ' No Pasaran. The world is grey cast in the shadows if one truth, one reality, one true God and faith and with it the world has become grey and disenchanted. The dance of ecstasy has left the Sky Father's and we who keep the faith of an older world that ever renews seem less and more cut off. We have survived the burning times and yet the persecutions are more subtle, yet bland, and more empty than easy. The hollow men are here and I do mean men, the last men walk amongst us and the psyche and the soul than resist such times are transgendered and transpersonal. I am Sam left behind at the shore of the great sea in the Grey Havens, I am Ovid staring out from exile across the Black Sea and I am Dante in exile.

As the year nears the Equinox and the Veil of the older world becomes more transparent and porous and we prepare to honour the ancestors with bread, we use salt to keep them in the realm between the worlds . The words of the ancestors, the ancient and recent dead and those on the liminal portal between life and death bare witness to things seen, done and denied. I honour the Morrigan today in all her power, Mother Hecate at the Cross roads and celebrate the lives of those taken by pandemic, war and time. Hail at this season to the Ancestors and friends taken by the Ruffian on the Stairs. I shake myself and take a sip of Coffee. I am Sisyphus again the wounded healer celebrating life and its possibilities...have a good day...