A Night In Annwn

A Night In Annwn
Owen Jones

William Jones, a sheep farmer from the Brecon Beacons, had led a happy life, until his wife, Sarah, died young. It left him devastated and seemingly bent on self-destruction. His daughter, Becky tried to help, but even she was losing patience with her father. One evening, he is certain that he has died and been put out of his misery, but it was not to be. He recovered. However his life was never to be the same again. He had discovered Annwn where his wife lived, and his newly found vitality changed his life and that of all those with whom he came into contact. A Night in Annwn The Story of William Jones' Near-Death Experience  William Jones, a sheep farmer from the Brecon Beacons, had led a happy life, until his wife, Sarah, died young. It left him devastated and seemingly bent on self-destruction. His daughter, Becky tried to help, but even she was losing patience with her father. One evening, he is certain that he has died and been put out of his misery, but it was not to be. He recovered. However his life was never to be the same again. He had discovered Annwn where his wife lived, and his newly found vitality changed his life and that of all those with whom he came into contact. A Night in Annwn is a love story that spans the greatest divide - that between life and death; a look at a near-death experience and a new take on the mythological Welsh Heaven, which is Annwn. Be prepared to see another side of Welsh Celtic mythology, but you will never think of death in the same way again. That is guaranteed!

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Owen Jones

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1 CONTENTS

1 Willy Jones (#ulink_7102efcb-d953-51d2-b32e-c271fb9fa76d)

2 Willy’s Walk (#ulink_1b8bf5ac-9870-5d6a-9521-365e2d45cfc1)

3 Sarah (#ulink_5cfb896d-78eb-554c-9e30-1d92c866dab3)

4 Annwn (#ulink_05bcd09a-28d6-563c-acde-b5212f33ead1)

5 Seat of Learning

6 Walkabout

7 Re-Awakening

8 Bryn Teg Cottage

9 New Hobbies

10 The Development Circle

11 Spiritual Healing

12 The Trumpet Voluntary

13 The Last Post

14 The Post Horn Gallop

Glossary (#ulink_e4c951f6-5b1d-509b-ab96-fe4d2b36bc62)

…. Fate Twister

About the Author (#ulink_88f3d8d8-4e21-5a09-83da-4913731b62bc)

1 WILLY JONES

“Dad, are you up yet?” shouted Becky into the dingy, unlit cottage as she closed the front door behind her with a bang in case he wasn’t even awake. She immediately wondered whether she should have left it open. The smell was terrible. “Dad, it’s me, Becky! Get up now, please, Dad!”

She drew the curtains on the lounge front window, which was quite large for an old Welsh country cottage, but it was still small by modern standards. She opened it as wide as it would go and locked it on the old-fashioned stays and then went into the back kitchen.

Part of the reason for the smell became obvious immediately. Kiddy, the old black Welsh sheepdog was cowering by the back door looking decidedly sheepish herself.

“Don’t worry about it, old girl, you couldn’t help it. He should have let you out hours ago”. She opened the back door in and spread the dog’s mess further across the lino floor. “Shit!” she said involuntarily as a new, even stronger wave of stench arose from the freshly disturbed and aerated pile of crap.

As soon as the gap was wide enough, Kiddy gratefully slipped out into the garden, happy to be away from the source of her embarrassment.