The Red Dragon - Y Ddraig Goch Options

March 12, 2000: Working with Y Draig Goch, the Red Dragon of Wales

Me and four friends developed a ritual with the specific goal of physically manifesting Y Ddraig Goch. We formed a stone circle, had our offering (porterhouse steak), incense, ritual knives/swords/spears etc. We climbed a 400ft tall hill in the woods outside of Louisville (a show of dedication) and set about preparing the ritual. At this point, everything went wrong. The wood wouldn't light, so we resorted to a fire starter. We cast the circle only to realize that we left half of the ritual tools sitting outside of it, including the offering. I'll admit, it was my bright idea. I prompty said, "Well, there is five of us, and only eight stones. Everyone pick up two stones and we'll just MOVE the circle over to the tools."
After that, we begin the ritual in earnest. We first do a guided meditation, then start the evocation. In what I found out to later be a very badly translated Welsh verse, I call forth Y Ddraig Goch. At this point, we all drive a sword into the ground (that being all five of us driving one sword into the ground) and wait for a response. We got one. The sword was forced out, even with five people pushing downward. So, we do what one naturally does: igonored that entirely and went on with the ritual. We tossed the meat onto the fire, and each drove our individual weapons into the earth. They stayed in this time.
Each of us experienced a different manifestion, which was cool, but not what we really wanted. We wanted something that we could all here and see for verification reasons. We reluctantly closed the ritual, and started to pack up.
At this point, I feel it necessary to state that no one was on drugs.
We start packing up our gear, when we here a roar. All of us heard it. We stopped dead in our tracks. Imagine the mixture of a crotch rocket motorcycle and the T-Rex from Jurassic Park. That is what we all heard, and all around us. We ran back to the circle, too scared to talk. It continued for at least a minute. When it finally stopped, one of my friends ran off into the woods. Another sat down and trembled. I stood there stupidly. We were all under the impression that we offended Y Ddraig Goch and he was going to kill us. He was happy with us losing sleep and being much more serious about working with him.

The other thing that scared me also involves this entity, although this one happened three years later.
A close friend of mine was raped and became pregnant. She ask me to get rid of it magically. I invoked Y Ddraig Goch for the first and only time. (note: the Red Dragon is said to be able to cause women to miscarry, so this is why I chose to work with him for this)
I did it, and she miscarried the next day. What scared me the most was that I went through with it. I tried to rationalize it as it being her belief that it worked that caused the miscarriage, but that doesn't hold water. Even if what I experienced as Y Ddraig Goch used my body was completely in my head, I still provided the vehicle of belief for her.

I did not say that I found your post arrogant, I was speaking in generalities but if the shoe fits and so on (IMG:style_emoticons/default/blush2.gif) , nor did I see any one being dumped on in this thread, quite the contrary, I saw various view points all with relevence and all equally acceptable.

Your post implied a contempt for some view points, used a descriptive term of certain types of path workers as being below consideration, [I do not regard myself as one of them by the way] and went on to encourage the original querient to believe that his authenticity was the correct perspective, when it would have been perhaps more appropriate to say you held a view point more in keeping with theirs.




Re `Mabinogian' A collection of Welsh tales that appears to draws on Celtic ancestry.

Believed to have been written over a period of time between 1060 and 1250, and translated in the 19th century by Lady Charlotte Guest (1812-1895).

It was she who called them Mabinogian, the plural of Mabinogi meaning 'a story for the children'. The manuscripts she translated are held in Jesus College, Oxford, and are contained in the Red Book of Hergest dated back to 1325. By which time Christianity had certainly taken hold, and most if not all of the Celtic writings available to us are the result of stories re-written by the Monks of the early church.

From where do I obtain my references in regard to Dragons, well from a source
equally suspect no doubt in some eyes, my own contact with them, but then
ancient does not nessasarily imply authenticity.