HERE: IS THE WELSH-ENGLISH: LEXICON!!!!!!
Now we go the written songs of the Welsh Bard Llywarch Hen...
In many rare books investigated and traced by a Welsh blooded Christian World War II. veteran named Jack Chapline Vaughan living in Little Rock, Arkansas, the genealogy and historic songs of the two dominant Welsh Bards are investigated and interpreted. I will quote Vaughan’s rendering of the history and Legend of Llywarch Hen.
According to the writers of the last half of the 1st Millennium A.D., warrior-prince and poet Llywarch Hen lived between 500 and 632 A.D. Triad 86 of Trioedd Ynys Prydein says he was counsellor to King Arthur, who lived between 477 and 542 A.D. From the ancient Briton genealogies we know that he was a contemporary, kinsman, and fellow-warrior with Maelgwn, Morcant, Urien Rheged, and Ceretic son of Guallac, Briton leaders who fought German Anglo-Saxon invaders of Britain throughout the last half of the 6th, and first third of the 7th Century. Llywarch wrote elegies to Geraint (d.c. 530 A.D.), to Urien Rheged (d 567 A.D.). and to King Kadwallawn. Llywarch Hen probably died about 633 A.D., and was buried near Llanfor, in Powys.
According to British Museum Cotton MS Domitan i and Oxford Jesus College MS-1, GUAUR, wife of ELIDYR and mother of Llywarch Hen, was descended from Irish chieftains Brusc and Eurbre (Urbf), and Annun, King of Greece...
My reason for having such an interest in the Cumbrian (later Powysian) warrior-prince and poet, Llywarch Hen, is a personal one. According to the ancient British and later American genealogies (see VEH Vol. IV), Llywarch and I are members of the same Caucasian-Trojan-Brythonic family--he was my paternal grandfather (forty generations removed).
Don’t ask me where I get this thought, but I find it curious that there would be the tracing of Myrddin’s mother, but not his father. Who was Llywarch or Myrddin’s father if his mother can be traced to Guaur, wife of Elidyr? Who was Elidyr? I believe that perhaps Elidyr or Elidyr’s father, grandfather, or great grandfather was Christ and of Semitic blood.
Contained in Vaughan’s compilation of Llywarch Hen’s poems or songs are: An Elegy to Urien Rheged, An Elegy on the King of the Britons, Cadwallon son of Cadvan, Lament of Llywarch Hen on His Old Age and the Loss of His Sons, Elegy on Cynddylan Son of Cyndrwyn, Elegy to Geraint Son of Erbin, Prince of Devon, Song to Maenwyn, The Gorwynion, Triplets, Satirical Triplets, To the Cuckoo in the Cowen River Estuary, Proverbial Triplets, and Englynion. Also contained in these priceless books are two Brythoneg to English Dictionaries.
Now we go to Llywarch Hens poem about Arthur. The reference to Arthur is contained in his lament on the loss of his sons:
Now I will go to Llywarch Hen’s poem about the other name for Arthur or 'bear' in Welsh; Cadwallon. Remember, Llywarch was Merlin or Myrddin. There are many poetic allusions in his poetry to the truth, as well as the poetry of Aneirin and other Welsh Bards.
Clearly these are lines saluting the bravery against deceit of the mighty Cadwallon. In the last line, Myrddin is saying that Cadwallon is in the summer of his life, death has been neglected. Elved means autumn. So here he is saying that Cadwallon keeps his youth and shouldn’t be guided away from the autumn of life. This is what I get from it. Also he mentions unjust monks. Like Bede, like Gildas?? Probably this is a response to the verbal reports we were getting from our spies, who had read what Gildas had written, and also perhaps what Bede had to say. All lies.
How old was Llywarch, or Merlin, or Myrddin to have seen all the battles of Cadwallon, to have seen a good many of his many sons die, and to still desire to observe from a side-point like a wizard or visor and watch whatever evolves. You can gauge how old he probably is when he writes this for the references in Bede.
It has been coming to me that Mother Teresa was Myrddin's Niniane, the woman who haunted him and put him magically into a castle in the sky high above Britain to punish him. For many years, we Welsh men and women spread these myths to frighten and ward off enemies. There were many for Morgan LeFay also, who is now Natalie Merchant, the rock singer and writer of the song Trouble Me about female chivalry for her wounded knight.
Myrddin is now a gentleman named Richard Kepsel, who owns Microcosm book shop, a Rosicrucian bookstore here in Madison.
The reason I write this paper sounding like I am Arthur or was Arthur is because I believe I was Arthur in a past life or at least am carrying King Arthur’s energies and maybe even his genes. I believe that throughout history, the genetic code is constantly repeated. The genetic code is mathematical and finite. I think within general bounds genes repeat their basic character delineations. From this theory it can be derived that all of the historic leaders and movers of our world are here with us now in perhaps many selves and many forms. If we all come from God or the Universe, the incorporeal we live inside of, then we can go back. There doesn’t have to be reincarnation. Just random blossomings from the Almighty. We all are God.
I will now finish the paper with extracts from Ariosto’s Orlando Furioso, published by the Oxford University Press and edited by Guido Waldman, written in Italian, or Latin by a theoretical Roman or Italian writer in 1474. His heritage can be traced through printed documents. He may have really had an Italian father. But it is also possible that Arthur could have been given identificatory documents and a new life several times either by the Catholic Church after they found he didn’t die, or by some other authority, even the incorporeal.
The poem talks of a Bradamante{Bradamante, I have researched, was Cynwise}, who is taken to Merlin’s cave and told her fortune is to marry a Ruggiero {Arthur?} and have numerous great warriors and ladies for sons and daughters.
Canto 3 continues on telling of the many children of Bradamante and Ruggiero, much like the story of Adam and Eve.
Now I will go out on a limb. I believe there was a princess, Urien’s daughter by Morgan LeFay, who was a red-head, Arthur’s niece, and married Arthur after Mount Badon. Morgan LeFay was the daughter of a Frankish wine-growing king. Urien was of Irish blood and related to Llywarch Hen.
Arthur was a reincarnation of the biblical Adam and the biblical Joseph, husband of the Virgin Mary. The marriage was the joining of Adam & Eve and Joseph & Mary.
I quote again from Orlando:
Here Ariosto mentions the mantle of Peter when referring to Ruggiero or Bradamante’s Arthur. Bede, in Chapter 22, Book IV.: writes about a supposedly Northumbrian prisoner who’s chains fall off whenever Masses are sung. [A.D.679] Is this a coverup of the final Peter; Cadwalla?? Northumbrian prisoner, huh, Bede?
Finally, I would like to point out why I am writing this postulating what I have postulated about the incorporeal’s control over physical bodies and it’s ability to magically vanish anyone’s physical body, etc.
One night in the spring of 1979, I was asked to go to a bar named Joey’s with a couple of fellows. We walked all the way out there. I spent the night watching pool and drinking beer, while they stayed seated and didn’t move all night. At closing time, about 2 p.m., we were standing out in the parking lot, when an irritated gentleman who looked like he lifted weights came storming up to me and said, “So you think your Jesus Christ, Huh??!#*&%$#!” I never said that to anyone. I thought at that time that I might be him, all I knew was that I was a reincarnation of several important people. Now I finally believe I am Joseph & Arthur.
I didn’t want to live on this planet anymore. I knew I had been set up. I turned to Fish and Michael, pulled myself out, and blacked out. The next thing I know, my consciousness comes on suddenly with no eyes and I can see gigantic boulders around me. I am very angry and can feel myself flicking angrily back and forth. Suddenly a voice that sounds like a DJ says, “Rick??” My consciousness shoots down what I later learned was Williamson Street, shoots back, shoots the other way down, shoots back, pauses a second, then shoots up into my standing body and my eyes come on along with my senses.
I stride into Dolly’s restaurant and order breakfast. It is exactly 7 o’clock in the morning.
I walk towards the apartment where I lived during the fall of 1978. I hasn’t occurred to me that I live at Saxony Apartments in 1979. I reach in my pocket when I reach my former apartment and find my keys. I open the lock and walk in. I lay down on the bed. The apartment is as it was in 1978. I can’t sleep, so I walk down Langdon Street to go to the Rathskeller. I sit down there and my consciousness has been super-electric since jetting into my body. I’m able to hear conversations across the large room.
I’m looking away from the entrance when I notice, with my peripheral electric vision, Fish and Michael coming in. I am angry.
I tell them I wish they’d go to hell. Michael has a black eye and says I vanished in front of them. I say, “Go to hell, leave me alone.” and they do.
I walk home to Saxony. Apparently it is now 1979 again.
Two months later, I am eating a cheeseburger at the Rathskeller. Suddenly I notice a man kneeling next to me and praying or something. I tell him to get up and sit down across from me. It’s Michael. He looks shocked.
I ask him if he wants some French fries. He shakes his head no. I tell him that if he thinks I’m going to believe I vanished my body in front of him, he’s nuts. He nods and says that I did vanish in front of him. I tell him that it will only get in the way of our survival to think about it and waste his time telling other people about what he thinks he saw, a vanishing human body. We part company on that note.
