Daily Stuff 11-17-20 Leonids

Hi, folks!

Minus Tide at 8:19 PM of -1.6 feet.

The shop opens at 1pm. Winter hours are 1pm-5pm Thursday through Monday (although we’re often here, later). Featured photo by Ken Gagne. As initially published this had the wrong feast, so it got fixed!

It’s partly cloudy at the moment, but we’ve got some more interesting weather due. We’re under a HIGH WIND WARNING until 3pm, and a STORM WARNING until 1pm. 50F, wind at 2-17mph and gusting, AQI 53-82, UV1. Chance of rain 90% today and 100% tonight. The AQI is so bad because the Forest Service is burning slash piles, I’m told. We’re due quite a bit of rain today and tomorrow, but by Thursday it should start slacking off and we might see a little sun on Friday and Saturday. By Sunday, though, the rain will be back and heavy again.

Yesterday we woke with just minutes until opening again. The alarm clock isn’t working right. We scrambled into clothes and got the shop open just 2 minutes late. Tempus got us coffee and I started writing, finished the last of the newsletters that are due on Mondays. Tempus made me some cheese toast with tomatoes. That’s *so* good on his good bread.

It was very quiet. Even the highway was fairly quiet, unlike the tail end of the night when one semi after another rumbled through town, with just long enough intervals between to not let me get to sleep.

I worked on small stuff, getting one piece after another into the inventory. It’s amazing how much time it takes to get stray pieces typed in, priced and out onto the tables, and how little different it makes to the looks of things.

I finally gave up when I dozed off and bonked my head on the bookcase for the third time and went in back. I didn’t even wake when Tempus closed the shop, only getting my eyes back open at 11pm!

…and was greeted with the news that a good friend, a year younger than I, who had a mild heart attack in early November, had Crossed the Veil. I sat for more than an hour, holding a little pawprint spoon that I had picked up with her in mind, just sobbing. She’s the person that I usually merchanted with at SCA events, and who made it possible for me to get to the demos and Shrewsbury.

I understand this lament. It says, backwards, what it’s not possible to get out forewards.

My dearest friend, why did you die?
Why did you need to go away?
Now, when I am hungry, who will feed me?
When I am cold, who will warm me?
When I need shelter, whose hearth will I seek?
When I need company, whose house will be warm?
It was never your way to be gloomy and sad.
If you were here, you would be serving us tea. ~ Scottish Death Lament

I hurt. This year is just too many.

Today is the day we usually sleep in a little. We’re both worn enough to do just that. We have to get to the chores, though, and I’m dickering again for an RV. The spot we’re staying isn’t going to be available much longer, so we’re thinking that an RV is the better route.

Photo from 11/21/15 taken near the North Fork of the Yachats River by Ken Gagne

Leo

The Leonid meteor shower happens around this time each year. The radiant is the constellation Leo and they’re associated with the comet Temple/Tuttle (many meteor showers are “leftovers” from comets) The peak of Leonid’s visibility is around November 17. There is a spike every 33 years above the normal levels of about 50 ‘shooting stars’ an hour. More here: and here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonids

plant flower poppy Papaver_rhoeas_LC0050

So, the Flanders PoppyPapaver rhoeas is today’s plant. It is an agricultural weed, also called “corn flower”, associated with crops since the earliest beginnings of agriculture, since it flowers abundantly in disturbed ground, such as at plowing, and then will flower and seed before the crops are harvested. This is how the poppies sprang up so quickly in the cemeteries of Flanders, as the dead soldiers were interred. These are not the same as the opium poppy Papaver somniferum. The Flanders Poppy and the White Poppy are the two associated with war and worn as symbols, the red poppy meaning the honoring of the dead soldiers and the white, the hope for peace. It is also associated with headaches, both from inhaling the scent and from the headaches from too much crying, from which the folk name, “Head Waak” (pronounced “whack”) comes. –Feminine, Moon, Water, Hypnos & Demeter – Poppies have been associated with sleep far more than death up until this past century and also with wealth. They are often used in magics to aid sleep. as an ingredient of dream pillows. In wealth & fertility magicks, the abundant seeds are eaten and carried to attract luck and money. A gilded poppypod can be worn as a necklace for the same purpose. They can be added to love foods and added to love sachets. The seeds are not the source of the addictive medicines, so are safe to carry. In more recent times, the associations with blood and death have started cropping up in spellbooks, so be careful. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Papaveraceae

The shop opens at 1pm. Winter hours are 1pm-5pm Thursday through Monday (although we’re often here, later). Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at ancientlight@peak.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,
Anja

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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 11/30 at 1:30am. 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 11/19 at 9:07am.

As the months pass, outer planets like Jupiter and Saturn move westward with respect to your landscape down toward the sunset. But as the days pass, the Moon in its faster orbit around Earth steps eastward, away from the evening sunset. This despite the fact that the Moon orbits Earth in the same direction that the planets (including Earth) orbit the Sun!
So why do they go opposite ways in your sky? This is left as an exercise for your correct visualization of the solar system and our place in it! Answer at the end of this page.

During twilight this evening, Saturn and Jupiter point diagonally down to the thin crescent Moon low in the southwest, as shown below. A new lunation has begun. Left of the Moon, how many stars of the disappearing Sagittarius Teapot can you still discern? Can you get them all using binoculars?

Leonid meteor shower – The Leonids’ radiant lies in the sickle of Leo the Lion, which rises shortly after midnight. Wait a few more hours for the greatest meteor rates. – Astronomy: Roen Kelly

The Leonid meteor shower peaks early this morning with projected rates of 15 meteors per hour, and there’s no Moon. Best time to watch: from about 3 a.m. until the beginning of Wednesday’s dawn. That’s when the shower’s radiant point, in the Sickle of Leo, climbs high in the southeast. The Leonids have been weak in recent years, but under ideal dark-sky conditions you might count more than a dozen per hour. The numbers will be fewer under light pollution and earlier in the night. (You’re guaranteed to see zero Leonids until the radiant rises, around 10 or 11 p.m.) You’ll find the Leonids’ radiant 3.5° northwest of the bright (magnitude 2) star Algieba in Leo the Lion. About 10° directly south of the radiant is the Lion’s brightest star, Regulus. The Leonids are fast-moving meteors and often show persistent trains of ionized gas that can hang in the sky for several seconds after a meteor passes overhead. This shower results from debris left by Comet 55P/Tempel-Tuttle, whose last visit to the inner solar system occurred in 1998. Its next perihelion, or close pass of the Sun, will be in 2031.

Around 8 or 9 p.m. this week, the Great Square of Pegasus stands at its level, boxy position very high toward the south. (It’s straight overhead if you’re as far south as Miami.) Its right (western) edge points very far down toward Fomalhaut. Its eastern edge points less directly toward Beta Ceti, less far down. Now descending farther: If you have a very good view down to the south horizon — and if you’re not much farther north than latitude 40°, roughly Denver, New York, or Madrid — picture an equilateral triangle with Fomalhaut and Beta Ceti as its top two corners. Near where the third corner would be (a bit to the right of that point) 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 a yellow-orange tint; binoculars help check. Have you ever seen anything of the constellation Phoenix before?

Mars (about magnitude –1.5, in Pisces) shines bright yellow in the east-southeast at dusk. Above it is the Great Square of Pegasus. A line from the Great Square’s top star through its bottom star points straight at Mars. This configuration continues all week; Mars is at the stationary point of its retrograde loop (exactly stationary on the 15th). Mars is a month past opposition and shrinking into the distance. It’s still 17 or 16 arcseconds wide in a telescope, plenty big to show surface detail during steady seeing. The South Polar Cap has shrunk to a tiny white speck. See Bob King’s “A Great Year for Mars” in the October Sky & Telescope, page 48, and his Behold Mars! online. To get a map of the side of Mars facing Earth at the date and time you’ll observe, you can use our Mars Profiler. The map there is square; remember to mentally wrap it onto the side of a globe. (Features near the map’s edges become very foreshortened.)

Old Farmer’s Almanac October Sky Map – https://www.almanac.com/night-sky-october

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

Moon in Capricorn

Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 to 11/27
Celtic Tree Month of  Ngetal/Reed  Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl)

Sun in Scorpio

Mars (11/13), Neptune (11/28), Chiron (12/12) Uranus (1/14/21) Retrograde

Color – Topaz

©2020 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright

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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 t 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

Ngetal – Reed Ogam letter correspondences
Month: October
Color: Grass Green
Class: Shrub
Letter: NG
Meaning: Upsets or surprises

to study this month Mor – the Sea Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Blue-green
Class: none
Letter: AE, X, XI, M

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Tides for Alsea Bay
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Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~            /Low      Time    Feet     Sunset                                    Visible
Tu  17     High   2:00 AM     7.5   7:16 AM    Rise 10:18 AM      3
    17      Low   7:22 AM     2.7   4:47 PM     Set  7:04 PM
    17     High   1:13 PM     9.3
    17      Low   8:19 PM    -1.6

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Feel good about yourself. today.

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Journal Prompt – What is your ? – What is your most prized possession? Explain why it is so important to you.

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Quotes

~   Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak… surrender to them. Don’t ask first whether it’s permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god. You will ruin yourself if you do that. – Hermann Hesse
~   Always recognize that human individuals are ends, and do not use them as means to your end. – Kant
~   The flower that follows the sun does so even on cloudy days. – Robert Leighton
~   Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. – Horace Mann (1796-1859)

THE INDIAN SUMMER

Now after hoping long and vain,
The summer has come back again,
With angel eyes and brow serene,
To show us what she might have been.
She comes to take farewell to-day,
So beautiful, we can but say
” With us a little longer stay ! “
But doom is on her brow.
All lovingly and lingeringly
Flooded in golden ecstasy
Flows the great river’s heart, as he
Through the clear silence, mellow-warm,

Knows the approaching of her form,
Her robes around her dim ;
Faint floating veils the light shines through
Tinged airily with mountain blue
As she comes down to him.
Down soft and slow through sunlit space,
She hovers o’er him face to face,
Her warm arms spreading to embrace ;
Her spirit eyes are close to him,
Her sweet eyes that will soon be dim ;
He feels her lips a moment prest,
Her golden hair upon his breast
And an unutterable rest
Circling through all his spirit thrills,
And into motion quietest
The gliding current stills.

A golden haze on Cheviot lies,
And it is midday now, he knows
That when this day in sunset dies
She will go from him ; and the snows
ill bury her upon the hills,
And winter winds howl over her,
So this last day for him she fills
For ever lovelier.

The soft wind and the yellow leaves
Are having their last dance together,
Up and down, an -oriole feather.
” O life and love, and summer weather !
Is this our parting ? ” Even so ;
A little gust of wind, and lo,

A flight of golden butterflies
In slow and airy quiver
Winged downwards, and each dead leaf lies
Floated along the river.
And over them the lost wind sighs,
They lying calm for ever.  – MRS. HARRIET ELEANOR [HAMILTON] KING.

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Thanksgiving Magick – Lore – THANKSGIVING By (c)*Donna Henes, Urban Shaman

At the close of the growing season in Autumn, people, like squirrels, like ants, like bees, get busy gathering the great bounty of the land. We forage and harvest, hunt and herd; industriously amassing the abundance proffered by the earth, water, and sky. After the toil, the patient tending of the soil, the months of work and worry, we are ready and relieved to collect the crop and the kill.

          Hi hianai hu!
          Here on my field
          Corn comes forth,
          My child takes it and runs,
          Happy.

          Here on my field
          Squash comes forth.
          My wife takes it and runs,
          Singing. ~Papago Song of the Corn Dance

We set about preparing it, preserving it, salting it, saving it, packing it away for future use, making feverish haste in the race against the coming cold. But, first, before we store it, horde it for the hard times ahead, we take the time to glory in its goodness. With grateful prayers of thanksgiving we acknowledge our precious fortune, and gorge ourselves and the god/desses, too, with fabulous feasts of plenty.

Harvest festivals are pandemic. They represent the successful completion of another fertile cycle. Another season of life and growth come full circle. Another round. In agricultural societies the annual cycles are counted from sowing to scything. The cycle from birth to slaughter is followed by the keepers and stalkers of stock and game. And the season starting with the spawning and culminating in the running of the salmon, the cod, the squid, the whale, is observed by those who fish to live.

Ultimately, all harvest festivities celebrate one more season of our tenuous survival. We have managed to live through another year. Another fertile period has passed in our favor. We have been lucky. One way or another, we will have the wherewithal to sustain ourselves through another winter, another dry spell, another monsoon, yet another tricky test of time.

Our own familiar fall festival of Thanksgiving is an amalgam of Old and New World harvest celebrations. The pilgrims brought the Harvest Home Festivals of the Ingathering from England with them. And very little else. By the time the Mayflower landed in Massachusetts in December of 1620, all of their supplies had been depleted at sea. They had little left with which to survive the first winter.

Indeed, by spring, only 55 of the original 102 settlers were still alive. And they had no seeds to plant. It was only through the generous sponsorship of the indigenous Wampanoag people that they would establish a foothold and ultimately thrive. Thrive and spread like the native vines, ending out endless shoots of sticky tendrils that strangled everything they touched.

The locals introduced the colonists to the domestic foods of Turtle Island (a common original name for the Western Hemisphere) and taught them cultivation techniques. By the following Fall, the pilgrims’ first crops of corn, squash, and pumpkins were planted, tended, and harvested successfully.   A major celebration was called for. So the Indian hosts were invited as guests and ninety attended, joining the fifty-some whites.

Abundant stores of cranberries and oysters were collected, countless deer and turkey shot. Four English women and two teenage girls did all the cooking for the giant banquet. As in the Harvest Home tradition and also that of the great Autumn Green Corn Festivals celebrated by the agricultural tribes of the North, southeast, and southwest of Turtle Island, they sat down together to eat in fellowship and true Thanksgiving.

Games were played. Corn was popped. Arms were displayed. The rest is history.

 We, too. We have nothing to eat. It is Autumn and we haven’t put anything away safe for our own survival. We hunger and thirst for the spirit of reverence and respect for the world that sustains us. But in our push for ascendancy, for power, for dominance â?” over the land, over each other, over the odds, over Mother Nature Herself — we have poisoned our providence and sullied the source of our own livelihood. Our very ability to live at all.

And what of our children? Our grandchildren. The great grandchildren of us all? What have we saved for them?

The recent conservative infatuation with the restoration of family values — albeit singularly shallow and dangerously narrow minded and myopic — has certainly risen to reflect a profoundly felt human desire for a realigned awareness and reconnection with those things in life that really matter. This Thanksgiving let us remember that we are part of the potentially functional family of humanity. Kin, clan, mishpocheh, Mitakuye Oyasin, to all the inhabitants of the Universe.

For this, let us be thankful.
xxMama Donna TO READ THE ENTIRE ARTICLE GO TO: http://www.matrifocus.com/SAM05/rc-thanksgiving.htm

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Silliness – Silly Q&A – Question: What language do bill boards use? Sign language!

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