Last Minus Tide of the cycle at 10:36 PM of -0.2 feet.
Herbs at 11am! Sewing at 3pm!
Beautiful, beautiful sunshine! Not a single boat in the bay, though. Hmm…. 52F and breezy. Some gusts are getting into the teens. Everything is sparkling. The manes of Neptune’s horses were blowing and shining in the breeze as the waves rolled in.
I just *so* did not feel well yesterday. I don’t know why, but not having gotten enough sleep probably contributed. Tempus and I both dozed off in the morning. Thankfully, no one came in at that time, but he was ready to pop up if someone did….and he can, which is a little scary to see.
I got the Shoyeido order checked in, which is today’s pix. We have some of the granulated incense again, which I love because of the low smoke level. We’re finally re-stocked on Golden Pavilion, which sold out the day we got the last order! I also have a few each of Five Hills and White Cloud which several people have requested. They’re a little spendier than the regular Daily Incense line, but *so* very nice! We also have a stash of new burners, as folks were asking.
Today we have the workshops and it ought to be a nice day! There’s no rain in the forecast until this evening. Today’s workshops are the usual Saturday ones. Herbs in the morning, which should be focusing on getting some herbs sorted and labeled and Sewing in the afternoon which will be on handwork unless the table is clear enough to do some cutting out.
Ken Gagne pic from yesterday “On my way back from a fishing trip this is what the Newport North Jetty was looking like with huge waves crashing up against the rocks.”
Today’s Plant is Bleeding Heart, lamprocapnos spectabilis(which Cunningham has as dicentra spectabilis, an older designation). Other names are: old-fashioned bleeding-heart, Venus’s car, Lady in a bath, Dutchman’s trousers, or Lyre-flower, which all have various folklore attached. They’re native to Asia, but are common garden ornamentals and so suited to our climate that I assumed that they were native here! You see them all through the woods in the spring. – Feminine, Venus, Water – Used in magick mostly as a divination. Crush the flower. If it “bleeds red” there is love. If it “bleeds white”, either love has died, or there is no hope of it. Be careful if you bring the live plant indoors because it can produce irritation and anger between people in the household. To forestall this push a silver bead or a dime (standing in for silver) into the soil, and say, “Lady of the Moon, give us peace, in your honor, and we honor you!” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamprocapnos_spectabilis
The Man in the Iron Mask is a figure mostly of fiction and legend, but there is an historical basis. This date in 1703 marks his death. Held for more than forty years in prison (the 19th-Century folklorist Robert Chambers says only the last five years of his imprisonment were actually in the Bastille) during the reign of King Louis XIV, the Man in the Iron Mask was an unknown prisoner. Most probably he was a general with whom the king was furious although he was originally admitted under the name of a valet privy to embarrassing events and was buried under the name, “Matthioli” . More info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_in_the_Iron_Mask
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Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar
Waning Moon Magick – From the Full Moon to the New is a time for study, meditation, and magic designed to banish harmful energies and habits, for ridding oneself of addictions, illness or negativity. Remember: what goes up must come down. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 11/29 at 4:18am. Waning Gibbous Moon – Best time for draining the energy behind illness, habits or addictions. Magicks of this sort, started now, should be ended before the phase change to the New Moon. – Associated God/dess: Hera/Hero, Cybele, Zeus the Conqueror, Mars/Martius, Anansi, Prometheus. Phase ends at the Quarter on 11/21 at12:33am.
A day later, Venus is already well past the top star of the Sagittarius Teapot. Look carefully at Venus as twilight ends. This evening it’s only ½° from 3rd-magnitude Lambda Sagittarii, the lid star of the Sagittarius Teapot.
Around 8 or 9 p.m. this week, the Great Square of Pegasus stands in its level position very high toward the south. (It’s straight overhead if you’re as far south as Miami.) Its right (western) side points very far down toward Fomalhaut. Its eastern side points down less directly toward Beta Ceti, not as far down.
If you have a very good view down to a dark south horizon — and if you’re not much farther north than roughly New York, Denver, or Madrid — picture an equilateral triangle with Fomalhaut and Beta Ceti forming its top two corners. Near where the third corner would be is Alpha Phoenicis, or Ankaa, in the constellation Phoenix. It’s magnitude 2.4, not very bright but the brightest thing in its area. It has an orange tint (binoculars help). Have you ever seen anything of the constellation Phoenix before?
Pulsing stars in Cepheus: High overhead, follow the naked-eye changes of famous Delta Cephei, and the telescopic changes of obscure T Cephei, using the charts and article in the November Sky & Telescope, page 48.
Jupiter (magnitude –1.7) shines brightly in the east-southeast before and during dawn, as shown here. Look for Spica about 11° under it.
Uranus (magnitude 5.7, in Pisces) and Neptune (magnitude 7.9, in Aquarius) are high in the southeast and south, respectively, in early evening. Info and finder charts
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24
Runic half month of Naudhiz/ Nyd /Nauthiz – November 13- 27 – “Need-fire” – Time to prepare for winter. Consciousness is the Necessity. “That which does not destroy me makes me stronger.” – Nietzsche
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Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl), reed – The term “reed” is used with great imprecision in North America, but it is clear that the reed of the ogham is the common reed (Phragmites australis (Cav.) Trin. ex Steudel). This is a giant grass, with stems as high as 4 m (13 feet). It grows in marshy areas, where it often forms dense stands. Like most other grasses, the vertical stems live only a single year, dying in the autumn and being replaced with new green shoots in the spring. The dead stems rattle and whisper in late autumn winds. Common reed has spread as a weed throughout the world; in North America it is widespread in cooler climates. Common reed is in the Grass family (Poaceae, or Gramineae).
“The Reed Month, is said by some to be most favorable for communication with ancestral spirits and the strengthening of all family ties, with magickal associations with fertility, love, protection, and family concerns. ‘Thin and slender is the Reed. He stands in clumps at the edge of the river and between his feet hides the swift pike awaiting an unsuspecting minnow to come his way. In his thinness the reed resembles arrows that fly, silver-tipped, up into the unknown air to land at the very source that one had searched for all these years. Firing arrows off into the unknown is an expression of the desire to search out basic truths. If you loose off without direction, the place of landing will be random. If the firing off is carried out with the correct conviction, determination and sense of purpose, then the act becomes secondary to the event that comes both before and after the moment.'” Source: Earth, Moon and Sky
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Sa 19 High 4:22 AM 7.3 7:19 AM Set 12:06 PM 76
~ 19 Low 9:57 AM 3.0 4:45 PM Rise 10:28 PM
~ 19 High 3:38 PM 7.7
~ 19 Low 10:36 PM -0.2
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Don’t hesitate to make changes in your life. Don’t sit and say, “I don’t have anything”. Learn to step out and do something about. Life is what you make it to be…. Good or Bad your choice.
~ Justice is a certain rectitude of mind whereby a man does what he ought to do in circumstances confronting him. – St. Thomas Aquinas
~ The laws of science do not distinguish between the past and the future. – Steven W. Hawking
~ I have come to the conclusion that the major part of the work of a President is to increase the gate receipts of expositions and fairs and bring tourists to town. – William Howard Taft (1857-1930) US President (27)
~ Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind. – William Golding (1911-1993) English writer
Mrs Annie Besant, now in Melbourne, has come to Australia for the purpose of lecturing on Theosophy … Mrs Besant’s daughter, Mrs Besant-Scott, is married to a Melbourne pressman and is a clever young lady who has succeeded equally well as a cyclist and as spokeswoman of an adult-suffrage deputation to the Victorian Premier. … Mrs Besant makes her clearest and brightest point in charging the church with having led man to believe that he is naturally a base animal – with having persistently cursed his fleshly lusts, and exhorted him to feel sorry for his disgraceful conduct, instead of teaching him to glory in his noble impulses. What has the brimstone shepherd to say to this? – The ‘Society’ column, The Bulletin of Sydney, Australia, September 15, 1894. Beginning on September 29, Mrs Besant continued her lecture tour in Sydney.
HOW INDIAN CORN CAME INTO THE WORLD AN OJIBBEWAY LEGEND BY HENRY R. SCHOOLCRAFT [ADAPTED]
LONG, long ago, in a beautiful part of this country, there lived an Indian with his wife and children. He was poor and found it hard to provide food enough for his family. But though needy he was kind and contented, and always gave thanks to the Great Spirit for everything that he received.
His eldest son, Wunzh, was likewise kind and gentle and thankful of heart, and he longed greatly to do something for his people.
The time came that Wunzh reached the age when every Indian boy fasts so that he may see in a vision the Spirit that is to be his guide through life. Wunzh’s father built him a little lodge apart, so that the boy might rest there undisturbed during his days of fasting. Then Wunzh withdrew to begin the solemn rite.
On the first day he walked alone in the woods looking at the flowers and plants, and filling his mind with the beautiful images of growing things so that he might see them in his night-dreams. He saw how the flowers and herbs and berries grew, and he knew that some were good for food, and that others healed wounds and cured sickness. And his heart was filled with even a greater longing to do something for his family and his tribe.
“Truly,” thought he, “the Great Spirit made all things. To Him we owe our lives. But could He not make it easier for us to get our food than by hunting and catching fish? I must try to find this out in my vision.”
So Wunzh returned to his lodge and fasted and slept. On the third day he became weak and faint. Soon he saw in a vision a young brave coming down from the sky and approaching the lodge. He was clad in rich garments of green and yellow colors. On his head was a tuft of nodding green plumes, and all his motions were graceful and swaying.
“I am sent to you, O Wunzh,” said the sky- stranger, “by that Great Spirit who made all things in sky and earth. He has seen your fasting, and knows how you wish to do good to your people, and that you do not seek for strength in war nor for the praise of warriors. I am sent to tell you how you may do good to your kindred. Arise and wrestle with me, for only by overcoming me may you learn the secret.”
Wunzh, though he was weak from fasting, felt courage grow in his heart, and he arose and wrestled with the stranger. But soon he became weaker and exhausted, and the stranger, seeing this, smiled gently on him and said: “My friend, this is enough for once, I will come again to-morrow.” And he vanished as suddenly as he had appeared.
The next day the stranger came, and Wunzh felt himself weaker than before; nevertheless he rose and wrestled bravely. Then the stranger spoke a second time. “My friend,” he said, “have courage! To-morrow will be your last trial.” And he disappeared from Wunzh’s sight.
On the third day the stranger came as before, and the struggle was renewed. And Wunzh, though fainter in body, grew strong in mind and will, and he determined to win or perish in the attempt. He exerted all his powers, and, lo! in a while, he prevailed and overcame the stranger.
“O Wunzh, my friend,” said the conquered one, “you have wrestled manfully. You have met your trial well. To-morrow I shall come again and you must wrestle with me for the last time. You will prevail. Do you then strip off my garments, throw me down, clean the earth of roots and weeds, and bury me in that spot. When you have done so, leave my body in the ground. Come often to the place and see whether I have come to life, but be careful not to let weeds or grass grow on my grave. If you do all this well, you will soon discover how to benefit your fellow creatures.” Having said this the stranger disappeared.
In the morning Wunzh’s father came to him with food. “My son,” he said, “you have fasted long. It is seven days since you have tasted food, and you must not sacrifice your life. The Master of Life does not require that.”
“My father,” replied the boy, “wait until the sun goes down to-morrow. For a certain reason I wish to fast until that hour.”
“Very well,” said the old man, “I shall wait until the time arrives when you feel inclined to eat.” And he went away.
The next day, at the usual hour, the sky stranger came again. And, though Wunzh had fasted seven days, he felt a new power arise within him. He grasped the stranger with superhuman strength, and threw him down. He took from him his beautiful garments, and, finding him dead, buried him in the softened earth, and did all else as he had been directed.
He then returned to his father’s lodge, and partook sparingly of food. There he abode for some time. But he never forgot the grave of his friend. Daily he visited it, and pulled up the weeds and grass, and kept the earth soft and moist. Very soon, to his great wonder, he saw the tops of green plumes coming through the ground.
Weeks passed by, the summer was drawing to a close. One day Wunzh asked his father to follow him. He led him to a distant meadow. There, in the place where the stranger had been buried, stood a tall and graceful plant, with bright- colored, silken hair, and crowned by nodding green plumes. Its stalk was covered with waving leaves, and there grew from its sides clusters of milk-filled ears of corn, golden and sweet, each ear closely wrapped in its green husks.
“It is my friend!” shouted the boy joyously; “it is Mondawmin, the Indian Corn! We need no longer depend on hunting, so long as this gift is planted and cared for. The Great Spirit has heard my voice and has sent us this food.”
Then the whole family feasted on the ears of corn and thanked the Great Spirit who gave it. So Indian Corn came into the world.
THE EARS OF WHEAT BY THE BROTHERS GRIMM [TRANSLATED]
AGES upon ages ago, says the German grandmother, when angels used to wander on earth, the ground was more fruitful than it is now. Then the stalks of wheat bore not fifty or sixty fold, but four times five hundred fold. Then the wheat- ears grew from the bottom to the top of the stalk. But the men of the earth forgot that this blessing came from God, and they became idle and selfish.
One day a woman went through a wheat-field, and her little child, who accompanied her, fell into a puddle and soiled her frock. The mother tore off a handful of the wheat-ears and cleaned the child’s dress with them.
Just then an angel passed by and saw her. Wrathfully he spoke: —
“Wasteful woman, no longer shall the wheat- stalks produce ears. You mortals are not worthy of the gifts of Heaven!”
Some peasants who were gathering wheat in the fields heard this, and falling on their knees, prayed and entreated the angel to leave the wheat alone, not only on their account, but for the sake of the little birds who otherwise must perish of hunger.
The angel pitied their distress, and granted a part of the prayer. And from that day to this the ears of wheat have grown as they do now.
SAINT CUTHBERT’S EAGLE BY THE VENERABLE BEDE [ADAPED]
ONCE upon a time, the good Saint Cuthbert of Lindesfarne, went forth from his monastery to preach to the poor. He took with him a young lad as his only attendant. Together they walked along the dusty way. The heat of the noonday sun beat upon their heads, and fatigue overcame them.
“Son,” said Saint Cuthbert, “do you know any one on the road, whom we may ask for food and a place in which to rest?”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” answered the lad, “but I know nobody on the road who will entertain us. Alas! why did we not bring along provisions? How can we proceed on our long journey without them?”
“My son,” answered the saint, “learn to have trust in God, who never will suffer those to perish of hunger who believe in Him.”
Then looking up and seeing an eagle flying in the air, he added, “Do you see the eagle yonder? It is possible for God to feed us by means of this bird.”
While they were talking thus, they came to a river, and, lo! the eagle stood on the bank.
“Son,” said Saint Cuthbert, “run and see what provision God has made for us by his handmaid the bird.”
The lad ran, and found a good-sized fish that the eagle had just caught. This he brought to the saint.
“What have you done?” exclaimed the good man, “why have you not given a part to God’s handmaid? Cut the fish in two pieces, and give her one, as her service well deserves.”
The lad did as he was bidden, and the eagle, taking the half fish in her beak, flew away.
Then entering a neighboring village, Saint Cuthbert gave the other half to a peasant to cook, and while the lad and the villagers feasted, the good saint preached to them the Word of God.
Silliness – Late Night Funny – This Friday, ‘American Idol’ winner Taylor Hicks will go to the White House to meet with President Bush. That’s pretty cool, isn’t it? Imagine an awkward Southern guy, who nobody thought could win anything, sitting down with the ‘American Idol,’ Taylor Hicks.” –Jay Leno