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Lazarus Carpenter I have lived in Wales for over twenty five years. Born in North Yorkshire, I am now an author, actor, musician and song writer, previously being a therapist, trainer and researcher, specialising in mental health. He was educated in Middlesbrough, Sheffield and Cambridge. With a fascination for Welsh History, I create worlds within worlds; magical, haunting, spirituality permeating sound moral codes of life. I live quietly with Debbie Eve (also my illustrator and our dog, Noodle in a small cottage surrounded by the beauty of the Brecon Beacons in the Valleys of South Wales.

Graham Greene

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Graham Greene was an English novelist, playwright, and critic born on October 2, 1904, in Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire. He is known for his exploration of moral ambiguity and human conflict, often set against geopolitical backgrounds.

Greene’s early life was marked by a strict upbringing, with his father being a headmaster. He attended Balliol College, Oxford, where he developed a passion for literature. His literary career began in the 1920s, and he gained fame with novels such as “Brighton Rock” (1938) and “The Heart of the Matter” (1948). These works often delve into themes of faith, guilt, and the complexities of human nature.

Throughout his career, Greene wrote over twenty novels, along with short stories, plays, and screenplays. He also worked as a journalist and was involved in various political and social causes, which influenced his writing. Greene’s experiences during World War II and his travels in Africa, Cuba, and Vietnam provided rich material for his narratives.

In addition to fiction, Greene was known for his non-fiction works and essays, often reflecting his views on politics and religion. He was also a devout Catholic, and his faith significantly shaped his worldview and literary themes.

Greene received numerous accolades for his contributions to literature, including being nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature multiple times. He passed away on April 3, 1991, in Vevey, Switzerland, leaving behind a profound legacy that continues to influence writers and readers today. His work remains relevant for its deep psychological insight and exploration of moral dilemmas

Crach Ffinnant – Volume 2 – Abstract Rise of the Dragon

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The King of ancient Gwynedd ceased fiddling with his beard and called across to the dragons. Raising a hand towards the greatest of dragons beckoned encouragement.

“Tan-y-Mynedd, the table is yours, my old friend.”

Tan-y-Mynedd sat on his huge haunches, fluttered loosely folded wings and shook his head. Flaring those rather unpredictable nostrils, his proud chest expanded, taking in the deepest of breaths.

As the great dragon inhaled, everybody, including the other dragons, ducked to seek cover. The large goblin disappeared within a flash under the grand oak table, tankards and food flew precariously in every conceivable direction. Carron and his friend took to flight, joining the other ravens perched high upon an outcrop on the cave wall above our heads. The eagle spread his enormous wings and in three sharp flaps, alighted to accompany the ravens. Needless to say, a slight squawking of discontent and fluttering of wings welcomed their elder. Fwynedd and the elven seer joined the goblin under the table, also accompanied by several dwarves, including me. It was only those from the other world that did not flinch. Math Fab Mathonwy, Myrddin Goch ap Cwnwrig, and Llwyd ap Crachan Llwyd, remained in their seats, amused by the spectacle unfurling. Tan-y-Mynedd gasped, uttered a slight cough and very slowly exhaled. He surprised us all as he controlled the whirlwind gusts he usually created, thus no damage was done, save for the flying food.

The great dragon exploded into uncontrollable laughter. Within no time, everybody scrambled from under the table, attempting to return to their seats with as much grace as the situation would allow. We all joined him in seeing the funny side of our chaotic bid for cover. The eagle returned, landing on the branch of one of the Tree Folk. Carron and his friend fluttered down from the outcrop of rock, alighting gently on a chair close to Tan-y-Mynedd. Fwynedd regained his composure and gently assisted the Elven seer to maintain her dignity by lifting her light body back onto the seat. By now, the entire cave echoed with the sound of goodhearted laughter.

“You see, I can control myself when I am of a mind to do so!” Tan-y-Mynedd laughed again. “You always think there will be disaster when I prepare to speak. Well, my friends, the only disaster is with you for thinking such in the first place.” He laughed again, as did everybody else. “And now, we have had enough frivolity, it is to business.” Tan-y-Mynedd paused.

Calmness and silence eroded the humour which had now dissipated within the ether, replaced by attention and focus to the duty confronting this ancient Great Council of Blue Stone.

“We are familiar with all we need to be familiar with. We know storm clouds linger on the horizon and the English are behind such inclemency in our Kingdom. We will not waste time with whys and wherefores as we are beyond such trivialities.” A murmur of agreement whipped up a stir from the listeners, but a cursory snort from the great snout of Tan-y-Mynedd soon silenced them. “To continue, if I may be permitted?” He snorted again. “All is now in place, as predicted by ‘The Prophecy’. Owain Glyndwr is, as we speak, receiving news of yet more betrayal from Henry. He who sits on the black throne rules unfairly, and Glyndwr will no longer endure lies and deceit. In twenty-one months, as the clouds continue to gather before the great storm, the sun will blaze across our land, and our Prince in Waiting will at last take his rightful place.” Tan-y-Mynedd flared his nostrils, but this time, nobody moved a whisker. Spreading his wings and standing erect, he inhaled forcefully. “The rise of the dragon!” He exclaimed. Everybody applauded, banged fists and tankards on the table, cheering in agreement. It was at that moment, Tan-y-Mynedd sneezed!

Rudolf Steiner

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Rudolf Steiner (1861–1925) was an Austrian philosopher, social reformer, and esotericist who founded anthroposophy, a spiritual philosophy that emphasizes the importance of spiritual science and the understanding of humanity’s place in the cosmos. Steiner’s work spans various fields, including education, agriculture, medicine, and the arts.
Steiner was born in what is now Croatia and grew up in a rural environment, which nurtured his interest in nature and science. He studied at the Technical University of Vienna, where he focused on natural sciences and philosophy.
In the early 1900s, Steiner began developing his philosophical ideas, culminating in establishing anthroposophy. This framework advocates for a holistic approach to understanding the human experience and the spiritual world. Steiner believed in the importance of individual spiritual development and sought to apply his ideas to various areas of life.
One of Steiner’s most significant contributions is the Waldorf education system, which he founded in 1919. This approach emphasizes creativity, critical thinking, and the arts, adapting curricula to children’s developmental stages. Today, there are thousands of Waldorf schools worldwide. Steiner also introduced biodynamic farming in 1924, promoting sustainable agricultural practices emphasising ecological health and spiritual principles. This method integrates organic farming with spiritual insights, advocating for a holistic view of agriculture.
Rudolf Steiner’s influence extends into many fields, including education, agriculture, and the arts. His ideas inspire movements focused on holistic, sustainable practices and spiritual growth. His works, lectures, and writings remain significant in contemporary education, spirituality, and social reform discussions. Overall, Steiner’s life and work reflect a commitment to understanding the interconnectedness of humanity and the cosmos, fostering a more conscious and ethical world. 

The Devotees – Abstract

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EARTH

Once upon a time, in a tranquil village nestled amidst lush meadows and rolling hills, there lived a remarkable woman named Lila. Lila possessed an extraordinary connection with the Earth, transcending the ordinary bounds of human existence. She was drawn to the natural world from a young age, finding solace and inspiration in every facet.

Lila’s affinity for the Earth was evident in her daily rituals. As dawn painted the sky with hues of gold, she would rise barefoot to greet the rising sun. With each step she took, she could feel the pulse of the Earth beneath her feet, as though it whispered ancient secrets only she could comprehend. Lila would spend hours tending to her garden, nurturing delicate blossoms and cultivating vibrant vegetables.

Her hands seemed to possess an innate understanding of the soil’s needs as if the Earth itself guided her movements. Beyond her garden, Lila’s devotion to the Earth extended to the larger world. She would embark on long walks through the woods, tracing the intricate patterns of sunlight filtering through the foliage. She would listen intently to the rustle of leaves, feeling the rhythm of the wind as it danced through the branches.

Lila would often sit beneath the sheltering embrace of a mighty oak, her heart beating in tune with the Earth’s pulse. In these moments, she would offer her gratitude and prayers, whispering words of reverence for the beauty and abundance bestowed upon her. Word of Lila’s connection with the Earth spread throughout the village, captivating the hearts and minds of its inhabitants. They witnessed the bountiful harvests from her garden, the vibrant flora that adorned her home, and the serenity that emanated from her very being. Some began to seek her counsel, seeking guidance on how to nurture their own connection with the Earth. Lila embraced each person with open arms, imparting her wisdom and encouraging them to listen to the Earth’s whispers.

As seasons passed, however, Lila noticed a change in the world around her. The meadows that once bloomed with wildflowers began to wither, and the once-clear streams turned murky. The Earth’s bountiful gifts started to dwindle, leaving Lila with a heavy heart. She could feel the Earth’s distress; an ache mirrored her own. Driven by her unwavering love, Lila resolved to restore her beloved Earth to its former glory.

She gathered the villagers, sharing her vision of a sustainable future, one in which they would nurture and protect the Earth they depended upon. Together, they planted trees, erected rainwater harvesting systems, and established community gardens. Lila’s voice became a beacon of hope, inspiring others to rekindle their connection with the Earth and become stewards of the land. Years passed, and the village transformed into a vibrant oasis of sustainable living. The meadows once again burst forth with wildflowers, and the streams flowed crystal clear. Nature flourished, and the villagers thrived in harmony with the Earth. Lila’s devotion sparked a movement, a testament to the power of a single individual’s love for the Earth.

As Lila sat beneath her favourite oak tree in her twilight years, she reflected on her journey. She had dedicated her life to the Earth, and in return, the Earth had gifted her with purpose, fulfilment, and a deep sense of belonging. Lila’s legacy endured through the generations as the village and its inhabitants continued to honour and protect the Earth. As Lila’s time on this earthly plane drew to a close, the villagers gathered to express their gratitude and bid her farewell. They spoke of her unwavering dedication, her gentle spirit, and the profound impact she had made on their lives. Lila smiled, her eyes reflecting the wisdom and contentment of a life well-lived. On that final day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Lila closed her eyes one last time, surrendering her spirit to the embrace of the Earth she had cherished so deeply.

The villagers mourned her passing but found solace in the knowledge that her legacy would live on, carried within their hearts and woven into the very fabric of their community. And so, the story of the woman who worshipped the Earth became a legend, whispered among the generations that followed. The tale reminded them of the profound connection between humanity and nature, of the importance of stewardship and reverence for the world that sustains us all. From that day forward, the villagers vowed to continue Lila’s work, to nurture the Earth and keep her memory alive. They recognized that the Earth was not merely a provider of resources but a living entity deserving of respect and love.

Lila’s legacy became a guiding light, inspiring others far and wide to cultivate their own relationships with the Earth and to embrace the responsibility of being its custodians. And so, the story of Lila, the woman who worshipped the Earth, continues to ripple through time, reminding us of the profound beauty and interconnectedness of all life. May her devotion serve as a reminder that, in our own unique ways, we, too, can forge a deep bond with the Earth, becoming guardians and advocates for the precious planet we call home!