Tag: Welsh

Denizen of the Druid Mysteries: 9

Denizen of the Druid Mysteries: 9

Who said that? Hope came to me again. I knew, then, that God lies in the sweet, tender, simple things of life — and He is the resurrected man — the Christ. And that God does not approve of those who buy ghost flats as investments in London or any other city of the world! The sin that would send me to hell was buying an apartment in Taylor Wimpey's The Denizen!

Denizen of the Druid Mysteries: 7

Denizen of the Druid Mysteries: 7

I still remember stark-naked men and women, who, from time to time, with excruciating yells, leapt to their feet, shaking their heads backwards and forwards, the women with loosened locks falling in black disorder about their heaving, shaking breasts. A voice would then cry out in deepest scorn the sonorous Brythonic verse; “Let their desires be satisfied.” And there would be a perfect orgy of bestiality. The outer circle absorbed the essence of murdered animals: the inner absorbed them: from the highest to the lowest in the universe one lived by sacrificing something. It was fair according to this cult that Godhead should demand a sacrifice. In the sacrifice of others alone lay his godhead. What is to be the end?

Denizen of the Druid Mysteries: 3

Denizen of the Druid Mysteries: 3

I was no longer happy with the Bard. He neglected me and was often angry with me when he deigned to visit The Denizen. I was frightened of his anger for he had no self-control and beat me with clenched fists till I cried. Equally, like a child when he was pleased, his transport passed all bounds. He taught me many quaint arts. Alchemy was one of the arts he really knew. I have made a great many bars of gold and silver from copper and tin.