Tempus took off for Newport at a little after 9pm, but something held up the papers and he didn’t get to start bagging until well past 1am, only got on the road at 3:30, and got back to the apartment at 10am, so he’s pretty wiped out. He’s making some coffee and then going to curl up and sleep for awhile.
A photo by Ken Gagne (on 4/24/16) of the spouting horn along Yachats Wayside Ocean Road with Yachats behind it and a beautiful clump of Sea Pink (Thrift) in the foreground.
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 at this time of year. – 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
[Edited from Wikipedia] Anzac Day is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that broadly commemorates all Australians and New Zealanders “who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations” and “the contribution and suffering of all those who have served.” Originally 25 April every year was to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who fought at Gallipoli during World War I. Anzac Day marks the anniversary of the first campaign that led to major casualties for Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War. After the First World War, returned soldiers sought the comradeship they felt in those quiet, peaceful moments before dawn. With symbolic links to the dawn landing at Gallipoli, a dawn stand-to or dawn ceremony became a common form of Anzac Day remembrance during the 1920s. With the coming of the Second World War, Anzac Day became a day on which to commemorate the lives of Australians and New Zealanders lost in that war as well and in subsequent years. The meaning of the day has been further broadened to include those killed in all the military operations in which the countries have been involved. One of the traditions of Anzac Day is the ‘gunfire breakfast’ (coffee with rum added) which occurs shortly after many dawn ceremonies, and recalls the ‘breakfast’ taken by many soldiers before facing battle. Later in the day, ex-servicemen and ex-servicewomen meet and join in marches through the major cities and many smaller centers.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anzac_Day
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Today’s Astro & Calendar
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. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 2:42pm. Diana’s Bow – On the 3rd day after the new moon you can (weather permitting) see the tiny crescent in the sky, the New Moon holding the Old Moon in her arms. Begin on your goals for the next month. A good time for job interviews or starting a project. Take a concrete step! God/dess aspect: Daughter/Son/Innocence – Associated God/dess: Vesta, Horus. Phase ends on 4/30 at 5:16pm.
astro . . . and then the waxing crescent returns to the western evening sky. As twilight fades in the west, spot Aldebaran and Mars to the lower right of the crescent Moon, as shown above.
Neptune is still too low for observing before dawn.
Goddess Month of Maia runs from 4/18 – 5/15
Celtic Tree Month of Saille/Willow, Apr 15 – May 12
Runic half-month of Mannaz/ Man, April 14-28 A time when the archetypal reality of the human condition should be meditated upon. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992 Runic half-month of Laguz/ Lagu, 4/29-5/13 Representing the flowing and mutable forces of water, Lagu symbolizes life, growth and waxing power of this time of year.
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Celtic Tree Month of Saille/Willow, Apr 15 – May 12 – The Willow in the Tree alphabet stands for the female and lunar rhythms of life. She is water-seeking, thriving from preference on the damp margins of lakes and streams or across the low-lying water meadows. Water and the tidal movements of the sea are governed by the pull of the moon. The moon in its monthly rhythms is female, contrasting with the male sun’s daily and yearly turnings. In several ways, the Celts held women in higher regard than we do today. On the material level, women were property owners, and whoever controlled the property controlled the marriage. Women of all types and ages appeared in the Celtic pantheon, the spiritual strength and life-giving qualities given by both female and male recognized equally. There were colleges of Druidesses – learned women and teachers – respected equally for their gifts of see-ship, often expressed through dreams, or night visions.
Magical Associations: Romantic love, healing, protection, fertility, magic for women.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
F 28 High 2:03 AM 8.9 6:11 AM Rise 8:12 AM 2
~ 28 Low 8:52 AM -1.6 8:17 PM Set 11:09 PM
~ 28 High 3:15 PM 7.3
~ 28 Low 8:52 PM 1.7
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – My hopes keep my fears at bay.
~ The world is the totality of facts, not of things. – Wittgenstein
~ There are no more hours in a bad day than in a good one! – Unknown
~ There is no labor a person does that is undignified; if they do it right. – Bill Cosby
~ There never was yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy. – Mark Twain
When I woke up this morning, I asked myself, “What is life about!?” I found the answer in my room. The fan said, “Be cool.” The roof said, “Aim high.” The window said, “See the world!” The clock said, “Every minute is precious.” The mirror said, “Reflect before you act.” The door said, “Push hard for your goals.” The floor said, “Kneel down and pray”. – Anonymous
Beltane With Knobs On
Author: Zander Bruce Posted: April 23rd. 2006 Times Viewed: 4,005
Once a year I have a very different Sabbat. For seven of the festivals I will normally either mark the event alone or with a small group. The exception is generally Beltane. This year I will be sharing it with over 300 other participants and somewhere in the region of 8, 000 attendees.
What I am referring to is Edinburgh’s Beltane Fire Festival (www.beltane.org) , now in its 19th year on top of Calton Hill, overlooking the capital of Scotland. With imagery and symbolism derived primarily from Celtic, Roman and Norse mythologies, a ritualised theatrical performance is enacted during the night of April 30th that sees the May Queen visit four elemental points, her Consort the Green Man is killed and reborn, not to mention pyrotechnics, huge puppets, nearly-naked Red Men and the White Warrior Women. It is a heady hybrid of theatre, ritual and drum-induced trance.
Of course, a great deal of hard work, energy, time and money goes into hosting this extraordinary event. After the past six weeks of rehearsals, meetings and workshops (and full-time job) I am utterly exhausted. One of the hardest aspects of helping to organise this herd of cats is the dichotomy of non-dogmatic involvement. The Beltane Fire Society, under whose auspices the festival is held, is not a Pagan association, nor do they bill Beltane as a Pagan festival. Their stance is that it is “Pagan-themed”. This is an understandable viewpoint in my opinion. They wish to be neither exclusive nor excluded on the basis of religious affiliation and also branding themselves as Pagan would be unrepresentative of their membership.
It is estimated that around 80% of performers on the night are non-Pagans who are involved because of the lure of theatrics, the pyrotechnics or because they are drawn to the symbolism. The remaining 20% tend to be either on Pagan or alternative religious paths.
What this means on a personal level to me is that when I am leading a team for Beltane, I have to act as if I am part of a covert interfaith project. Last Thursday I led an energy workshop for my team (Earth Point) during which I felt obliged to constantly translate from my standard Pagan terminology normally used for such things to a more diluted and self-policed language that bordered on the New Age at more than one point. Even when discussing the particulars of the festival with my group, I am duty-bound to avoid talk of Deity and replace with slightly more “muggle-friendly” terms like myth, legend and archetype.
It feels as if for two months a year I’m speaking in my second language. I have to test a sentence in my head first before speaking.
Sometimes I have to climb down from my witchier-than-thou high-horse as well, frequently landing on my ass when I do. I have to remember I’m dealing with people who don’t see a problem with re-writing lore to suit their purposes. It took me several weeks, a couple of pills and a lie down in a darkened room to get over their assertion that the Horned God was the winter aspect of the Green Man. Such things happen when dealing with well-meaning hippies.
Some wonderful opportunities do arise, though. A few years back I was leading one of the groups, the Torch Bearers. As their name suggests, they carry burning torches that provide the ritual procession with light, heat and some crowd control. I had suggested a Janus theme for our appearance and gave the group some background on Janus, his protective aspect, his appearance and they very much connected with these. On the night we wore black hoods with masks attached that had been moulded from our own faces. These masks were then painted to duplicate the colours and the bearded pattern on our actual faces. The visual result was one whereby the procession was bordered by two-headed torch-wielding empowered warrior/defenders. I cannot think of a better way to honour one of my patron Gods. I was flattered yesterday when the current organiser for that group mentioned that they had all watched the video if that year and been inspired by our appearance – another astonishment, knowing that work I did years ago still has relevance to someone.
This year I introduced my team to the Ogham Staves which they have bonded quickly to and which we shall be utilising as part of our body paint design on the night.
There has also been a form of symbiotic relationship that has formed between my Witchcraft group, Akasha, and Beltane Fire Society, though the Society are unaware of it. I can still recount who from our monthly workshop meetings took part in Beltane and which part they took in which year. We also gained several members over the years whom I had met whilst involved in the festival.
Overall the experience of working in a Pagan-themed but not Pagan-directed event has been both exhilarating and frustrating. Several times I have walked away, vowing never again, yet here I am after 9 years of attending and participating. I count myself fortunate that such an opportunity exists at all. Other times I find comfort in the knowledge that there follows 10 months of relative quiet and rest before it returns (though Pride has to be fitted in somewhere as well as the local Pagan Federation Conference, open rituals, my long-running Witchcraft workshop moot, my new moot I’ll be starting in the summer, e-mail groups and whatever else I put my hand up for) .
Perhaps this is the shape of things to come. The integrative route is fraught with dangers though such as dilution, defensive dogmatism and outright dissatisfaction for those involved. Surely it has to be better than the stereotypical “hidden lives of Witches” whereby we’re self-ghettoised to the degree that the vast majority of us are still leading “double lives”. Many of our community are, let us be honest, part-time Pagans.
By involving more of us in individual outreach work we can help our students become teachers and ambassadors. We can help smooth the path for others. Open up opportunities for those who are seeking but just don’t quite know for what yet. Provided we can maintain a sense of identity, of humility and most of all honesty – admitting what we don’t know and seeking answers together.
A very blessed Beltane, everyone – however and with whomever you choose to celebrate.
ABOUT… Zander Bruce – Location: Edinburgh, Scotland – Author’s Profile: To learn more about Zander Bruce – Click HERE
Bio: Found wandering around the pagan scene in Edinburgh, Scotland approximately 10 years ago, pity was taken upon Zander and he was given succour. Since then he has martyred himself frequently by attending and organising entirely too many rituals, meetings, festivals and conferences. Before he is put out to pasture, he is looking to write his memoirs (fear not, names shall be changed to protect the guilty) and sees this series of articles as a precursor. All hate-mail should be addressed to the author directly.
As we were pulling out of the driveway this morning, Tempus had his window open so he could see to not drive off the side of the driveway. Suddenly, he spluttered and shook his head because an evergreen tree branch had slipped into the car and gotten water from the light rain all over him. I said, “I guess you’re feeling spruce?” He said, “No, because I’ve just been pitch-slapped!”