I'm allergic to bees, hornets, wasps, etc - when I was 10, we were having a house party near Henrietta. I was stung, I was dying. Someone who came to be a very good friend of mine tragically lost their life at the same time, in Henrietta, on a ley line that connected to one that I happened to be on. I was given the mysterious message of "You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not."
I spent years researching, learning, focusing every bit of my energy on Glendower. Owain Glyndŵr to the Welsh. I learned every magical theory and story and myth having to do with him - and all of them pointed to being able to find him and wake him, in order to be granted a wish. Everything led back to Henrietta. After moving there, after being so drawn - I loved it from the start.
Now, I know it's because of my forever connection to the ley lines. And I know the magic there isn't just Glendower. The myths were wrong, in the end. Noah did for me what I can never repay, and Henrietta is just a part of me now. It's quiet, it's magic, it's calm energy, and it's heart.