We’ll be closed on Thursday for the holiday! We’ll actually be in the shop on Tuesday and Wednesday, at least during the mid-late afternoon, so if you’re going to need something for Thursday, either come in today or call the shop before you swing by on Tuesday or Wednesday to make sure we’re there.
The sky is a lovely blue with all kinds of white puffy clouds sailing through it. Towards the south the ocean was more gold and the mist too, but to the north, the ocean was a perfect deep blue. I feel chilly, although it’s 54F. There’s little wind, but I got dripped on by the evergreens as I was coming up the path. It rained hard at one point during the night.
Yesterday was fun. My back was giving me a rough time, but I managed to take care of customers as they came in and get the cooking done that I needed to. Tempus did a lot of dishes and the group did a lot of talking, rather than making, but it still was a good day.
Today he’s out arranging for the pick-up of his little Subaru, now that it’s sold, and then he’s going in to Newport to pick up some groceries. I’m going to be in the shop doing the usual, but I have a lot of pictures to process and some leftovers to go chew on and a table to clear so I can do some sewing.
From 1910. This is the lighthouse on Yaquina Head that is visible from all over. It was *supposed* to have been built on Cape Foulweather, but there were so many problems with getting the supplies up there, that they moved it farther south.
Today’s Plant is Sweet William, Dianthus barbatus. It is often called Carnation, just like others of the dianthus species and I’ve seen it mis-named “phlox” on plant tags at Fred Meyer’s. The difference is the scent. It still has a sweet scent, but not of clove, like gillyflower, or no scent, like phlox. The flowers are edible and attract butterflies and bees, and the seeds will draw birds, who sometimes will also go after the flowers. They’re good as cut flowers, loasting a decent while, being tall, and a cluster, rather than multiple stems. Cate Middleton had them in her bouquet as a nice touch when she married her “Sweet William”. They have the meaning of “Gallentry”. – Masculine, Sun, Air, Venus – All-purpose protection, in healing for strength and energy. Magickally it is very similar to Gillyflowers.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_william
Day of Kukulkan (Quetzalcoatl); Mayan Kukulkan – Mayan God from whom the Aztec Quetzalcoatl is derived. – Source of date: The Phoenix and Arabeth 1992 Calendar. The feathered serpent is a major god of the Maya. The symbols date back at least 2000 years, but we don’t really know the forms of the worship. So much was destroyed! More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quetzalcoatl
The shop opens at 11am! We’ll be closed on Thursday for the holiday! Hours are 11am-5pm Thursday through Monday, although we’re there a lot later most nights. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at firstname.lastname@example.org If we’re supposed to be closed, but it looks like we’re there, try the door. If it’s open, the shop’s open! In case of bad weather, check here at the blog for updates, on our Facebook as Ancient Light, or call the shop.
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. Waning Crescent Moon –Best time for beginning introspective magicks that are more long term (full year cycle) A good time for beginning knot magicks to “bind up” addictions and illness (finish just before the Tide Change of Dark to New) and “tying up loose ends” God/dess aspects – Demeter weeping for her Daughter, Mabon, Arachne Tyr. Phase ends on 11/24 at 4:18pm.
The last-quarter Moon hangs with Regulus at dawn on the 21st. The Moons in these diagrams are always positioned exactly for an observer in the middle of North America. For clarity, the Moon is drawn three times its actual apparent size.
Whenever Fomalhaut is “southing” (crossing the meridian due south, which it does around 7 or 8 p.m. this week), the first stars of Orion are just about to rise in the east if you’re in the world’s mid-northern latitudes. And, the Pointers of the Big Dipper stand upright straight below Polaris.
With the Moon gone from the evening sky, explore the deep-sky sights of northern Lacerta high overhead using Sue French’s Deep-Sky Wonders column, chart, photos, and drawings in the November Sky & Telescope, page 54.
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
M 21 High 6:22 AM 7.2 7:21 AM Set 1:18 PM 55
~ 21 Low 12:25 PM 3.0 4:43 PM
~ 21 High 5:56 PM 6.4
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Count your age with friends, not with years.
~ Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations. – Alfred Jarry (1873-1907) French “pataphysical” writer
~ The truth, the absolute truth, is that the chief beauty for the theatre consists in fine bodily proportions. – Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923) French actor
~ My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the keys to my destiny. – Elain Maxwell
~ Reach for the stars and you will find your horizon.~ Lori J. Batcheller
MOTHER NATURE’S CHANCE
Just when you least expect it,
when you have decided to be alone
working on yourself to be content,
sure that your sexuality is done;
Mother Nature may have other ideas
ones that are surprising and joyful,
guaranteed to shake up your world
and to quiet your lonely fears.
You’re never too late or too old
to experience more of life and love;
and when the chance comes to you,
just open your heart and be bold! – © July 2005 Beth Johnson (Mystic Amazon)
THE NUTCRACKER DWARF BY COUNT FRANZ POCCI [TRANSLATED]
TWO boys gathered some hazelnuts in the woods. They sat down under a tree and tried to eat them, but they did not have their knives, and could not bite open the nuts with their teeth.
“Oh,” they complained, “if only some one would come and open the nuts for us!”
Hardly had they said this when a little man came through the woods. And such a strange little man! He had a great, great head, and from the back of it a slender pigtail hung down to his heels. He wore a golden cap, a red coat and yellow stockings.
As he came near he sang: —
“Hight! hight! Bite! bite!
Hans hight I! Nuts bite I!
I chase the squirrels through the trees,
I gather nuts just as I please,
I place them ‘twixt my jaws so strong,
And crack and eat them all day long!”
The boys almost died of laughter when they saw this funny little man, who they knew was a Wood Dwarf.
They called out to him: “If you know how to crack nuts, why, come here and open ours.”
But the little man grumbled through his long white beard: —
“If I crack the nuts for you
Promise that you’ll give me two.”
“Yes, yes,” cried the boys, “you shall have all the nuts you wish, only crack some for us, and be quick about it!”
The little man stood before them, for he could not sit down because of his long, stiff pigtail that hung down behind, and he sang: —
“Lift my pigtail, long and thin,
Place your nuts my jaws within,
Pull the pigtail down, and then
I’ll crack your nuts, my little men.”
The boys did as they were told, laughing hard all the time. Whenever they pulled down the pigtail, there was a sharp crack, and a broken nut sprang out of the Nutcracker’s mouth.
Soon all the hazelnuts were opened, and the little man grumbled again: —
“Hight! hight! Bite! bite!
Your nuts are cracked, and now my pay
I’ll take and then I’ll go away.”
Now one of the boys wished to give the little man his promised reward, but the other, who was a bad boy, stopped him, saying: —
“Why do you give that old fellow our nuts? There are only enough for us. As for you, Nutcracker, go away from here and find some for yourself.”
Then the little man grew angry, and he grumbled horribly: —
“If you do not pay my fee,
Why, then, you’ve told a lie to me!
I am hungry, you’re well fed,
Quick, or I’ll bite off your head!”
But the bad boy only laughed and said: “You ‘ll bite off my head, will you! Go away from here just as fast as you can, or you shall feel these nut- shells,” and he shook his fist at the little man.
The Nutcracker grew red with rage. He pulled up his pigtail, snapping his jaws together, — crack, — and the bad boy’s head was off.
THE PUMPKIN PIRATES, A TALE FROM LUCIAN BY ALFRED J. CHURCH [ADAPTED]
ONCE upon a time, one Lucian the Greek was filled with a desire to see strange countries, and especially to discover whether there was any opposite shore to the ocean by which he lived.
So having purchased a vessel, he strengthened it for a voyage, that he knew would without doubt be long and stormy. Then he chose fifty stout young fellows having the same love of adventure as himself, and next he hired the best captain that could be got for money, and put a store of provisions and water on board.
All this being done, he set sail. For many days he and his companions voyaged on deep waters and in strange seas. At times the wind was fair and gentle, and at others it blew so hard that the sea rose in a terrible manner.
One day there came a violent whirlwind which twisted the ship about, and, lifting it into the air, carried it upward into the sky, until it reached the Moon. There Lucian and his comrades disembarked and visited the inhabitants of Moonland. They took part in a fierce battle between the Moon-Folk, the Sun-Folk, and an army of Vulture- Horsemen; and, after many other wonderful adventures, they departed from Moonland, and sailing through the sky, visited the Morning Star. Then the wind dropping, the ship settled once more upon the sea, and they sailed on the water.
One morning the wind began to blow vehemently, and they were driven by storm for days. On the third day they fell in with the Pumpkin Pirates. These were savages who were wont to sally forth from the islands that lay in the seas thereabouts, and plunder them that sailed by.
For ships they had large pumpkins, each being not less than ninety feet in length. These pumpkins they dried, and afterward dug out all the inner part of them till they were quite hollow. For masts they had reeds, and for sails, in the place of canvas, pumpkin leaves.
These savages attacked Lucian’s vessel with two ships’ or rather two pumpkins’ crews, and wounded many of his company. For stones they used the pumpkin-seeds, which were about the bigness of a large apple.
Lucian’s company fought for some time, without gaining the advantage, when about noon they saw coming toward them, in the rear of the Pumpkin Pirates, the Nut-Shell Sailors. These two tribes were at war with each other.
As soon as the Pumpkin Pirates saw the others approaching, they left off fighting Lucian’s crew, and prepared to give battle to the Nut-Shell Sailors. When Lucian saw this he ordered the captain to set all sails; and they departed with speed. But looking back he could see that the Nut-Shell Sailors had the best of the battle, being superior in numbers, having five crews against two of the Pumpkin Pirates, and also because their ships were stronger. As for their ships, they were the shells of nuts which had been split in half, each measuring fifteen fathoms, or thereabouts.
As soon as the Pumpkin Pirates and the Nut- Shell Sailors were out of sight, Lucian set himself to dressing the wounds of his injured companions.
And from that time on both Lucian and his crew wore their armor continually, not knowing when another strange enemy might come upon them.
THE SPIRIT OF THE CORN AN IROQUOIS LEGEND BY HARRIET MAXWELL CONVERSE [ADAPTED]
THERE was a time, says the Iroquois grandmother, when it was not needful to plant the corn- seed nor to hoe the fields, for the corn sprang up of itself, and filled the broad meadows. Its stalks grew strong and tall, and were covered with leaves like waving banners, and filled with ears of pearly grain wrapped in silken green husks.
In those days Onatah, the Spirit of the Corn, walked upon the earth. The sun lovingly touched her dusky face with the blush of the morning, and her eyes grew soft as the gleam of the stars on dark streams. Her night-black hair was spread before the breeze like a wind-driven cloud.
As she walked through the fields, the corn, the Indian maize, sprang up of itself from the earth and filled the air with its fringed tassels and whispering leaves. With Onatah walked her two sisters, the Spirits of the Squash and the Bean. As they passed by, squash-vines and bean-plants grew from the corn-hills.
One day Onatah wandered away alone in search of early dew. Then the Evil One of the earth, Hahgwehdaetgah, followed swiftly after. He grasped her by the hair and dragged her beneath the ground down to his gloomy cave. Then, sending out his fire-breathing monsters, he blighted Onatah’s grain. And when her sisters, the Spirits of the Squash and the Bean, saw the flame- monsters raging through the fields, they flew far away in terror.
As for poor Onatah, she lay a trembling captive in the dark prison-cave of the Evil One. She mourned the blight of her cornfields, and sorrowed over her runaway sisters.
“O warm, bright sun!” she cried, “if I may walk once more upon the earth, never again will I leave my corn!”
And the little birds of the air heard her cry, and winging their way upward they carried her vow and gave it to the sun as he wandered through the blue heavens.
The sun, who loved Onatah, sent out many searching beams of light. They pierced through the damp earth, and entering the prison-cave, guided her back again to her fields.
And ever after that she watched her fields alone, for no more did her sisters, the Spirits of the Squash and Bean, watch with her. If her fields thirsted, no longer could she seek the early dew. If the flame-monsters burned her corn, she could not search the skies for cooling winds. And when the great rains fell and injured her harvest, her voice grew so faint that the friendly sun could not hear it.
But ever Onatah tenderly watched her fields and the little birds of the air flocked to her service. They followed her through the rows of corn, and made war on the tiny enemies that gnawed at the roots of the grain.
And at harvest-time the grateful Onatah scattered the first gathered corn over her broad lands, and the little birds, fluttering and singing, joyfully partook of the feast spread for them on the meadow-ground.