I’ve been watching the Steller Jays for an hour. Talk about antics!
Just after I got the newsletter posted yesterday the light started to change. It suddenly looked as though the sun was in the SW! Then the sun came out and there was a beautiful fairy rain sparkling in the garden. I ran for the other side of the house and looked and there was an awesome rainbow stretching all the way across the western sky! Then the rain quit, the rain started, the clouds rolled in, the clouds rolled out….repeat ad tedium…. There was one point during the afternoon where the rain was pounding down so hard that there was a mist about knee high as it was bouncing back from the pavement and we could here it roaring on the roof of the shop.
Classes went pretty well yesterday. We had a dozen of the young folks from Angell Job Corps. This is a good group, most of the youngsters are interested in what we’re doing and all of them behave pretty well, even if I sometimes have to nag about pick-up-and-put-away at the end of the day and find candy wrappers stuffed into seat cushions…. We had talked about the movie, “The Craft” during class and they decided to watch it afterwards, following it up with Wicker Man. After Brea did a divination class, both of us were mostly doing individual counseling and small class teaching during the afternoon. …and Practical Craft ended up being about Samhain.
Some of the kids were worried that they were going to get back late. Tempus didn’t get away from work until after5pm and he did the usual running back and forth. I had managed some inventory during the afternoon, mostly BoS and bumper stickers.
Today Tempus is going to be at the shop (we think….) so we’ll have the Readings sign out. He’s going to help me with getting the rest of the “try me” CD’s sorted and the signs up and a couple of other things shifted, then come back up here and work on making space for our freezer, since Fawkes is going to be here over next weekend.
Today’s featured products are Aurla’s Blessing Stones. These are painted beach rocks. The paints used are exterior house paints, so they stand up to the weather. This first one is a mermaid goddess. The reverse side says, “Oregon Coast”. The stones run $2 for small, $5 for medium and $8 for large. …and some run less because Aurla is *very* picky about how her designs turn out, and I chose a lot that I couldn’t see anything wrong with that she had marked down!
…and a set of stones that are $25 for the set.
Festival of Perpendicular Sun
Illumination the Inner Sanctum of Ramses II, Abu Simbel Temple, Egypt (also February 22) – “The archaeological complex of Abu Simbel comprises two massive rock temples in southern Egypt on the western bank of the Nile. It is a part of the Nubian Monuments UNESCO World Heritage Site, which runs from Abu Simbel downriver as far as Philae.
“Crowds pack into the temple before sunrise and watch the shafts of light slowly creeping through the stone. Eventually, statues of Ramses, Ra and Amun are illuminated in the inner sanctum (the statute of Ptah – the god of darkness – remains in the shadows). When they have recovered their breath, spectators can join celebrations outside, including a fair and music demonstrations. However, nothing can really impress you immediately after witnessing such a sight.”
“The most remarkable feature of the site is that the temple is precisely oriented so that twice every year, on 22 February and 22 October, the first rays of the morning sun shine down the entire length of the temple-cave to illuminate the back wall of the innermost shrine and the statues of the four gods seated there. … Precisely this same effect was apparently also fundamental to the design of the artificial cave of Newgrange in Ireland.” Source here: http://witcombe.sbc.edu/sacredplaces/abusimbel.html More here: http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/book/oct22.html and here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abu_Simbel_temples
Love & Light,
There’s a really good article here http://www.wunderground.com/US/OR/002.html#PUB that talks about winter weather safety and awareness.
Today’s Astro & Calendar
The Moon is Waxing Gibbous. Waxing Moon Magick – The waxing moon is for constructive magick, such as love, wealth, success, courage, friendship, luck or healthy, protection, divination. Any working that needs extra power, such as help finding a new job or healings for serious conditions, can be done now. Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. Full Moon/Tide Change is 10/29 at 12:49pm. Waxing Gibbous Moon – From seven to fourteen days after the new moon. For spells that need concentrated work over a ¼ moon cycle this is the best time for constructive workings. Aim to do the last working on the day of the Full moon, before the turn. Phase ends on 10/28 at 12:49am.
Vega is the brightest star high in the west these evenings. Even higher above it is Deneb. Farther off to Vega’s left or lower left is the third Summer Triangle star, Altair.
Saturn is hidden behind the glare of the Sun.
Goddess Month of Hathor runs from 10/3 – 10/30
Celtic Tree month of Gort – Ivy Sep 30 – Oct 27
Runic half-month of Wyn – October 13-27 – Wyn represents joy, the rune being the shape of a weather vane. The month represents the creation of harmony within the given conditions of the present.
©2012 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Gort Ivy Sep 30 – Oct 27 – Gort – (GORT), ivy – Ivy (Hedera helix L.) is also a vine, growing to 30 m (100 feet) long in beech woods and around human habitations, where it is widely planted as a ground cover. Ivy produces greenish flowers before Samhain on short, vertical shrubby branches. The leaves of these flowering branches lack the characteristic lobes of the leaves of the rest of the plant. Like holly, ivy is evergreen, its dark green leaves striking in the bare forests of midwinter. Ivy is widely cultivated in North America. It is a member of the Ginseng family (Araliaceae).
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
M 22 Low 12:43 AM 0.1 7:41 AM Set 12:19 AM 47
~ 22 High 7:30 AM 6.6 6:20 PM Rise 2:45 PM
~ 22 Low 1:13 PM 3.1
~ 22 High 6:55 PM 6.9
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Choose love!
~ To get something done, a committee should consist of no more than 3 people, 2 of whom are absent. – Robert Copeland
~ To make laws that man cannot, and will not obey, serves to bring all law into contempt. – Elizabeth Stanton (1815-1902) US reformer
~ Using your power in life is learning to play the cards that you are dealt in relation to what the other players at the table have. – Kerr Cuhulain
~ We forfeit three-quarters of ourselves in order to be like other people. – Schopenhauer
Here didst thou dwell in this enchanted cover,
Egeria! All thy heavenly bosom beating
For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover;
The purple midnight veiled that mystic meeting
With her most starry canopy. – Lord Byron; Childe Harold, Canto IV, alluding to Egeria, one of the Camenae, and her grotto
Magick – Samhain Story
The Haunting of Elizabeth McGregor – PaganNews .com – Pagan Views
The Old House was always cold this time of year, when the North Winds blew the leaves to the ground. Blazing with the color of the very sun itself, the dry leaves flurry past the window bringing with it another draft of cold to howl through the halls and into the very bones themselves chilling the night and freezing the mind into winter’s hibernation; Wood smoke permeating the air, another log laid upon the fire, sparking the ambers to catch the breeze and fly with the draft, chasing away the fear of another long winter spent alone waiting for Edward to return. Emily begins to set the table for supper, as twilight enfolds the house in darkness. Light is a luxury often taken for granted, Emily lights the Kitchen Lamp, and gives Thanks once again to the goddess for sending her Edward to care for things like kerosene and candles, wicks, and wax. No more freezing nights, and starving days, her children won’t ever know the pain hunger brings.
She calls her children to table, relishing once again in their cherub beauty. Healthy and bright, they bounce to their chairs, hungry from a long day at play they waste no time finishing the meal it took all the day to prepare, in one fail swoop and gone to wash for bed, and turning in for dreams to begin. Oh, to be young and carefree again! She reminisces her days of youth, clearing away the dishes in one swoop and storing the food away she looks around her kitchen with pride. The wood burning stove warm from cooking, black as night, the well full of water and the basin full of dishes, waiting just the same for someone to claim them and put them away. The Ice Box she kept in the cellar along with all her foodstuff. She loved the freedom of living so far from town, and dreaded the day when the trek need be made for the mandatory supplies to run the household. She bends down to straighten the rug, old as time, faded and worn, a gift from her mother, she said would brighten the house and make it feel like home. Mother was right, as old as it was the red wool warmed her heart as well as the floor.
Walking to the windows, to adjust the drapes, she catches a light on the edge of the forest. What was that, fire? The Moon set with the Sun tonight, I should turn in early as well. The children put to bed she begins to hear shots, or maybe the wind? Looking out the window she can see them now, tiny flames bouncing as the men climb the small hill that separates the house form the forest. What are they shouting? Witch? Me? I am no witch; just because I pay attention to the nature of life doesn’t make me a Witch. Why on earth would they be coming here, with torches, and anger as hot as the very flame they carry? Could it be because of Mary’s baby? Or Sarah’s Husband leaving her for one of those loose women from town, I told her, oh my God, I told all of them, and it all came to pass. This can’t be happening, get away form here! This is my land and I want you off my property! The crash of the window was the last thing she heard, the shattering glass drowned out by the shouting chant, Burn Witch Burn! Back to Hell you Evil and Wicked Woman! You cause too much trouble with your tongue and seeing eyes. Bum Witch Burn along with your lies!
The roar from the flames as the fire caught hold of her mother’s rug deafened her to all other sound. Faintly she heard the children, Mother! Where are you Mother! But it was too late, stumbling to the floor in her feeble attempt to stop the mob of towns’ men; she broke her ankle on the board she’d been meaning to replace. Ironic that she had forgotten to pick up a new floor board this morning when she went to town for the weeks supplies and now they will be offerings to the gods, as she lay engulfed in the flames of destiny.
The Old house burned completely, save for the fireplace and chimney, one wall as well was left standing, as witness to the crucifixion. Edward could not believe his eyes nor comprehend the insanity of the lies given him as reason for such a hideous action. The children were found huddled together in their room. The wool blanket making a perfect death shroud, the pine framed bed the perfect coffin. Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust, from whence we came, we thus return.
The years pass away and life takes hold, the house rebuilt and sold, passed on to someone new, yet built on the very dew, of the burning. The family moves in to The Old House, and Elizabeth lays her mothers rug upon the floor. Thread bare and worn, faded and torn, the red holding its hue, despite all the years it’s been through. Cozy and warm the kids’ crowd around, wanting to see the view from the window. Elizabeth leaving them for her spindle, to twist the wool thread that will keep them all warm this coming winter.
It always seems colder in the fall, when the North Winds blow the leaves all around. But the Old House has been rebuilt better then before. The boards fitting tighter, the wind ignored. Stopping to add another log to the dying fire, there’s a knock at the door. A neighbor, come to inquire about their welfare. Are they getting along all right?
“Why indeed, far better then ever in the City, I do like this country living, with the forest so close I feel almost witchy.”
“Its funny you should say such a thing, after all that has happened in this very house, I dare say child, don’t you know?”
“I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Well, sit down my dear, for this you need to hear…”
As the story was told Elizabeth grew cold, from dread, or from something else instead, she was uncertain, but knew that this didn’t change anything. The House was hers and hers it would stay, haunted or no she couldn’t just walk away. The House had a life all its own and it shown late at night when the light from within glowed warm intentions. Elizabeth loved this house, almost as if she had lived there before, in a dream, or so it seemed to her anyway.
Later that evening, when the children lay fast sleeping, she thought she heard them crying. Checking to see what it could be she found her little ones safe and sound in their beds. All through the night prayers, and made some suggestions, on how to free a trapped soul. Blessing her, she turned to go and He told her as she opened the door,
“Not without the family!”
She turns and just as she was going to ask what he meant, he was pulled away on some call of duty and she was left alone wondering.
The afternoon was fast approaching and she needed to be on her way, the grocery would be crowed this time of day. So instead of buying the supplies for the week, she purchased a single white candle, and leaving her order to be picked up the following day she hurried home, taking the shorter way through the forest, instead of the road.
When she returned to the Old House it was approaching twilight, the Moon Rising Sun Setting in Unison. Mercury darting the sky and gone in the blink of an eye as twilight sets in. Elizabeth begins. She sets up the dinning table in the middle of the kitchen, her mothers’ rug centered beneath it. She leaves the chairs, no need to sit; this will only take a minute. The candle she places dead center upon the table and checks the window to be sure it rests within the sash, no draft will put out the flame unexpectedly, for that would ruin everything. The striker she holds and just as she is about to unfold the spark, she remembers the priest’s words of warning for surely that is what they were. She rounds up the Children and calls Thomas back in form his work on the fence,
“There is time enough tomorrow, today thus went already.”
The Four of them circle around the table, the children on either side, curiously squirming and wanting to decide who is going to get to strike the flame. Thomas takes the flint from his wife and places a kiss, soft as a caress upon her lips, moving to the other side of the table, striking the flame; Elizabeth brings the candle to life. Together they stand, holding the hands, of the ones they love most. Hypnotized by the candles glow, never to know, that they burned in less then a minute of time, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, from whence we came, to thus returns, a life for a life is destinies token, the karmic law is never broken.
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