Wicca 101 at 7pm. Lesson 3 tonight. Ancient Light will be closed from February 24-26.
The sky is grey and you can’t see the Coast Range and only barely see the BackBay from the bridge. I guess that’s rain and not fog, but it’s not raining on us now. Earlier? I woke at 5am to a roar on the solarium roof that made me think there might be ice in it. We got 1 1/2 inches of rain yesterday and have gotten nearly that today, although nothing is coming down right now. The Bay is white-capped and brown from runoff. 47F and the wind is at 12 MPH here in town, edging into the 20’s by the water. We’re due for a lot of rain this week.
Yesterday went quickly since there was so much going on. No Wicca student from Job Corps, but my counseling folks got there a bit early and we spent several hours going through stuff. Once that was done the House Capuchin folks were starting to come in and we had a good session there, too. They all headed home not long after 5pm and Tempus and I got some supper, scrabbled some things together and left for home around 6pm. We were pretty tired and slept and napped most of the evening and night, although I was up reading for several hours which is how I heard that rain.
…and then I misheard what Tempus said about what time it was when the radio came on at 10am and went back to sleep, so we were late getting to the shop! Only by about 10 minutes, but it’s the principle of the thing….
Today several folks are going to get together to help me move the garden shed down to where it’s supposed to be living while Tempus minds the shop. Later I have some writing and pictures to do and then there’s the Wicca 101 class tonight.
Today’s Plant is Yarrow, Achillea millefolium. This plant is often called woundwort or nosebleed because of its clotting properties and is used for fevers and infections because it has salicylates (aspirin) in it. The young leaves can be eaten and it becomes and aid to vision-work. It’s easy to grow and makes a great companion plant. We have mostly the pacifica andcalifornica varieties out here. – Feminine, Venus, Water. Exorcism – Wear to protect – hold in hand to stop fear – hang over bed for lasting love – carry for love and bring friends and contact with relatives. Flower – Feminine, Venus, Water – flowers made into tea for psychic power, Exorcism, protection, stop fear, lasting love. More info here:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yarrow
Today’s Feast – February 20, 1942 – Two stories – (interesting take on this here: http://www.snopes.com/glurge/ohare.asp
“STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn’t famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed ‘Easy Eddie.’ He was his lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie’s skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day.
The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had the best of everything: clothes, cars and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.
Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn’t give his son; that he couldn’t pass on a good name and a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al “Scarface” Capone, clean up his tarnished name and offer his son some semblance of integrity.
To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie’s life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he would ever pay.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his blood cold. A squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward the American fleet.
The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn’t reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber’s blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O’Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival he reported in and related the event surrounding his return.
The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch’s daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had in fact destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy’s first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.
His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O’Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.
So the next time you find yourself at O’Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch’s memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It’s located between Terminals 1 and 2.
So What Do These Two Stories Have to Do with Each Other?
Butch O’Hare was Easy Eddie’s son.
The rest of the story is in the book, Fateful Rendezvous: The story of Butch O’Hare. More here: http://www.mindconnection.com/library/factfile/ohare.htm More on Easy Eddie here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_J._O%27Hare and on Butch O’Hare, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butch_O%27Hare
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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 2/26 at 6:58am. 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 2/18 at 11:33am.
The waning Moon passes over Scorpius, Saturn, and low Sagittarius in early dawn.
Right after dark, bright <<<< Capella crosses near the zenith. Face northwest at that time and look 20° down from Capella. The brightest star there is Alpha Persei (Mirfak). Around and upper left of it is the Perseus OB1 Association, a loose swarm of modestly bright stars about the size of your thumbtip at arm’s length. They show well in binoculars.
Ten degrees north of Alpha Persei, and 8° west of the Perseus >>>>>>>>>>>>> Double Cluster, is an interesting binocular star cluster that wasn’t even recognized as such until the mid-1950s. It wasn’t brought to amateurs’ attention until 1977 (though some of us had noticed it independently!). Today it’s known as Pazmino’s Cluster, a.k.a. Stock 23. See Mathew Wedel’s Binocular Highlight column and chart for this and other clusters overshadowed by the famous Double Cluster in the February Sky & Telescope, page 43.
Venus dazzles in the west-southwest during twilight, then lower in the west after dark. Venus is at its peak brightness, magnitude –4.8, all February. Upper left of it is tiny orange Mars, only 0.4% as bright. In a telescope Venus is a crescent, thinning and enlarging week by week. It’s now about 40 arcseconds from cusp to cusp and 25% sunlit. For the rest of the winter, as Venus swings toward us, it will continue to expand as its phase wanes down to a super-thin crescent. Venus in a telescope is least glary when viewed in bright twilight. So get your scope on it as soon as you can see it naked-eye, even before sunset.
Goddess Month of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion/Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17
Runic half-month of Sowulo/ Sigel, 2/12-26 It represents the power of the force of good throughout the world and is the harbinger of victory and ascendancy over darkness.
Sun in Pisces
Moon in Sagittarius enters Capricorn at 11:08pm
Jupiter (6/9), Vesta (3/7) Retrograde
©2016 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion/Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17, Nion (NEE-uhn), ash – the common ash (Fraxinus excelsior L.) is a major tree of lowland forests in much of Europe, along with oaks and beeches. It grows to 40 m (130 feet) in open sites, with a broad crown reminiscent of American elm trees. Ash was and still is an important timber tree, and is a traditional material for the handle of a besom. The common ash is occasionally cultivated in North America, and similar native ash species are widely grown as street trees. Ashes are members of the Olive family (Oleaceae).
Ogam letter correspondences to study this month Oir – Spindle Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: TH, OI
Meaning: Finish obligations and tasks or your life cannot move forward.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
M 20 Low 12:56 AM 3.6 7:08 AM Rise 2:46 AM 40
~ 20 High 7:09 AM 7.0 5:53 PM Set 12:33 PM
~ 20 Low 2:31 PM 1.4
~ 20 High 9:02 PM 5.4
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – If at first you DO succeed, try not to look astonished!
~ The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them. – Albert Einstein
~ Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. – Mark Twain
~ People may flatter themselves just as much by thinking that their faults are always present to other people’s minds, as if they believe that the world is always contemplating their individual charms and virtues. – Elizabeth Gaskell (1810-1865) English writer
~ I studied the lives of great men and famous women; and I found that the men and women who got to the top were those who did the jobs they had in hand, with everything they had of energy, enthusiasm, and hard work. – Harry S. Truman (1884 – 1972), 33rd U.S. President
Let America Be America Again – Langston Hughes, 1902 – 1967
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
One spring the Goddess Ostara was late in returning to her lands, the snow still covered the ground. As she wandered the forest she found a little bird lying in the snow, his wings were frozen and she was sure he would die, and she felt sad because if she had been on time, he might have lived. Ostara gently picked up the bird and his wings fell off, and she made him her pet. The bird got well and became a dear friend to the Goddess, though when he was alone he would cry because he missed his wings so badly.
The Goddess had compassion for her friend the bird and asked what she could do. He said if only he could jump and run and play and frolic like he did when he had wings he would be so grateful and happy. The Goddess told him she could not give him new wings though she could change him into something else that could do all he wanted.
“I will make you white to blend in with the snow, she said, and give you fur to keep you warm during the winter, I will give you strength to jump and frolic and to outrun the greatest hunter. There is part of you that will always remain a bird, you will always lay eggs, and because magic changes things your eggs will be all colours of the rainbow my dear friend. Is this what you wish?”
“Yes”, the bird chirped, and she gathered him into her hands, and kissed his brow. In an instant the air shimmered with the brightness of dawn and he was transformed into a snow white rabbit, with a pink nose and white ears. The Goddess reached down to the ground and released him from her grip, he ran around in circles and jumped and dashed here and there, he was so happy and the Lady smiled at his joy and went on her way.
The hare made friends with the other rabbits, though he was the only one who could lay eggs. Yet it didn’t matter that he was different, he loved his life and often gave the Goddess gifts of colorful eggs when she returned in Spring.
One year the hare noticed children watched as his friends played, they laughed and giggled as they watched the rabbits run and hop and the white hare decided the children would appreciate the gift of a rainbow egg, so early one morning he left some in a basket in early spring. The children were delighted and the hare decided to give colorful eggs to all the children he saw for the rest of his life.
Years passed and some of the other creatures became upset with the white hare, he had been telling them he was more blessed by the Goddess because he could lay eggs and they could not. Somehow he felt superior, he was a magical creature and they were just plain and that made him more important than the others and he began to treat the others poorly.
The Goddess Ostara was walking through the woods early one morning and saw the white hare. “I have heard some unsettling news about you, my friend, that you think you are above the other creatures. It troubles me, because all my creatures are precious, no one is greater or lesser than another. I saved your life and took you as a pet, you were so sad that I transformed you into a magical snow hare, and you have spread joy by gifting your rainbow eggs to me and the children. Yet I see now that you are not part of the world where all things are equal, I cannot change you back to a bird for you will surely die, and I wish you to live on. The only place for you is in the sky among the stars, where you may watch over all the earth and return once a year to bring the children your eggs.”
“I will live in the stars Ostara, and every spring when you walk the earth I will return to bring the eggs to the children.
“Then let it be so my friend, you must rest in my arms as you did when you were transformed once before.”
The white hare leaped into her arms, and she embraced him warmly and kissed his pink nose, “I will always love you and watch for you in the stars”, and she tossed him into the sky and he came to sit just under Orion, the hunter of the stars, who never catches the hare.
Even today you can see him watching in the sky in the constellation Lepus, the hare.
A couple had two little boys, ages eight and ten, who were excessively mischievous. The two were always getting into trouble and their parents could be confident that if any mischief occurred in their town, their two young sons were involved in some capacity. The parents were at their wit’s end as to what to do about their sons’ behavior.
The parents had heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children in the past, so they contacted him, and he agreed to give it his best shot. He asked to see the boys individually, so the eight-year-old was sent to meet with him first. The clergyman sat the boy down and asked him sternly, “Where is God?”
The boy made no response, so the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?”
Again the boy made no attempt to answer, so the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s face, “WHERE IS GOD?”
At that, the boy bolted from the room, ran directly home, and slammed himself in his closet. His older brother followed him into the closet and said, “What happened?”
The younger brother replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time. God is missing and they think we did it!”