#annwfn

[liorlen]

Some illustrations I made for a module as interpretations of some passages from the Welsh poem 'Preiddeu Annwn'

[traskodjur]

Нынче утром разбудит песок у воды

Легкий шаг темногривых серых коней

Ах, быстры те псы, у кого на груди полумесяц, как знак чистоты кровей

И раскидистый дуб, и сумрачный тис

Склонят головы пред королевской охотой,

Овеваемой пестрыми крыльями птиц

В этой скачке на грани полета

[sedawen]

Annwfn, pagan queen!

Colored and lined by @zosalot

[aerislunam]

Broken Crowns

Every dead king needs a sable raven to glut upon his breast to unpick the sinews of this soul, undo his lordship, for in the lands of the dead there is no king but Gwyn, and all souls are one.

[amodernjunecleaver]

Sometimes you find a place and you just know it’s an entrance to Annwn.

[pagansquare]

Gwyn Ap Nudd: Wild God of Faerie, Guardian of Annwfn

My new book Gwyn Ap Nudd is finally here! After a long long period of retreat it's such a joy to see this book, written as an offering to my patron god finally come into the world in time for Samhain / Nos Galan Gaeaf! At this time of year he is said to ride out from the 'deep place' Annwfn, as leader of the Wild Hunt, leading all unquiet spirits to their rest and chasing wicked souls from the world.  Working with Annwfn the underworld of the Brythonic tradition, is not an easy path, entwined with faerie it is a place of transformation where we may learn more of ourselves than we are comfortable with…. Yet Gwyn ap Nudd, whose name means ‘Bright’ or ‘White’ is also a mysterious Faery King, dwelling in his Glass Castle beneath Glastonbury Tor, and under numerous dark still lakes in the wild Welsh hills. A dark lover and hunter god of the winter, he guides us to the secret places, within our magical land and within ourselves…. 

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[aerislunam]

I like Cassie Clare as much as the next person, but it’s getting a tad bit annoying trying to research praxis, UPG or historical, related to Gwyn ap Nudd without bumping into so much fandom...

[hesy-bes]

The Path to Annwfn

O’ Gwyn ap Nudd, you lead me down the lane, bringing me towards the Otherworld. You guide my heart homeward, leading me by my hand, towards the forests and fields of Annwfn. Annwn, Annwfn, it lies in my heart, my soul homeward bound to the halls of the Otherworld.