Berry Blue & Bunnies Too

Frankurt Radio Symphony

Happy Fertility Ritual, or Happy Ishtar to you. Spring is thriving in the magical garden, fairies abound. The energy and weather was great today, I for one really enjoyed the day.

Without an in-depth comparison between more Pagan celebrations and that of Christians, and Jews, let me say, I love you all, no matter which Spring holiday you are celebrating.

Rebirth and the renewal of life . . . oh glorious Spring.

Atlantis is rising and we are the age of Aquarius~

For your perusal~

Horus

Hidden Origins

The Nature of Reality

Gerald Clark & Rex Bear

Casey Playlist

Did you know that you can dye eggs with blueberries?

 

Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

Beneath the Sea

That public library is constantly feeding my book addiction. How can I pass up great hardcover books for 50 cents? I picked up a book from 2002 by Graham Hancock, Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization. I was reading the Greek Myths again from another source. I will get back to those soon as there are shorter stopping points. This Hancock book, although not really an easy read, has sucked me in. One thing I learned that I did not know was that archeologist, linguist, historians, and all academic scholars had ascribed the Rig Veda and Sanskrit to some “supposed” Aryan Indo-European invaders. That is just so typical of the Old Dead White Man club. It was finally refuted and accepted as not the case by scholars by the year 2000. But really?

The Hancock book is about antediluvian cities holding humanities lost history. It is also very informative on understanding the history of the sacred Hindu text. The mythical city of Dwarka is supposedly under the sea now due to the big deluge. The city was founded by Krishna to protect his people from constant war. It could only be reached by sea, however it is said that it was attacked by vimana. There are a few links below on Dwarka Lord Krishna’s Golden City.

 

So it is very amusing when I read my daily horoscope this morning and read this.

A visit to the dark realms of the Underworld doesn’t frighten you as much as it does others because you always have alchemical Pluto working in your corner. One of your attractions to emotional intensity is the fact that it draws you into the hidden mysteries and away from the obvious. However, your current quest could bring a surprise that throws you off track and into a discouraging place. Nevertheless, your regenerative powers are strong and there’s little to fear now.

Reading about the Yugas, which is something that had just slipped my consciousness for some time now, I decided to check when we would reach the end of the Kali Yuga. The Kali Yuga which is sort of nasty and tumultuous. Hancock’s website said 2025, I like that yet another said 2082, I think I will be gone by then.

The history and richness of our past intrigues me and lures me in. I have not had dream recall in a long while, but the first night after reading I dreamed I was excavating at a pyramid. I could feel the sand and heat. I have been swept so far into the past and now I must come back. there are things to do and people to see. Reading this book has triggered in me memories of other places and times, and I believe that this is so in the collective, or genetic memory of all humanity.

I have a really big week ahead of me, so I am going to have to put down the very thick Hancock book, which is already 16 years old by now anyways.  It is fascinating and educational, I recommend it, if you have time. Wish me luck big interview early Monday morning, and subsequent ASU STEM camp this week.

Related links:

Kali Yuga

Dwarka: The Golden Children

Graham Hancock

Underworld

The Mysterious Origins of Civilization

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Edited to add: I go from posting this to finish watching a video of Meru Matu and at 26:30 as soon as I started watching, she says vimana.

Timeline Jumping

Moon Mythology

Forever the book pilgrim today I discovered a little treasure for 99 cents, Curious Myths of the Middle Ages, written by, Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould 1834-1924 Edited by, Edward Hardy (1987). Below is an excerpt from The Man in the Moon myth. The book illustrations are all Albrecht Duer.

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In Scandinavian mythology Mani, the moon stole two children from their parents, and carried them up to heaven. Their names were Hjuki and Bil. They had been drawing water from the well byrgir, in the bucket Soegr, suspended from the pole Simul, which they bore on their shoulders. These children, pole and bucket, were placed in heaven ‘where they could be seen from earth’. This refers undoubtedly to the spots on the moon, and so the Swedish peasantry explain these spots to this very day (1866) as representing a boy and a girl bearing a pail of water between them. We are once reminded of our nursery rhyme:

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

This verse, which to us at first sight seems nonsense, I have no hesitation in saying has a high antiquity, and refers to the Eddaic Hjuki and Bil. The names indicate as much. Hjuki, in Norse, would be pronounced Juki, which would readily become Jack; and Bil for the sake of euphony, and in order to give a female name to one of the children, would become Jill. The fall of Jack and the subsequent fall of Jill simply represent the vanishing of one moon-spot after another as the moon wanes.

But the old Norse myth had a deeper significance than merely an explanation of the moon-spots. Hjuki is derived from the verb jakka, to leap or pile together, to assemble and increase; and Bil from bila, to break up or dissolve. Hjuki and Bil therefore signify nothing more than the waxing and waning of the moon, and the water they are represented as bearing signifies the fact that the rainfall depends on the phases of the moon. Waxing and waning were individualized, and the meteorological fact of the connexion  of the rain with the moon was represented by children as water-bearers.

 

Baring-Gould, S. (1987). Curious Myths of the Middle ages. (E. Hardy, Ed.) New York: Crescent Books.

Pramana

Krishna showing Yasoda the universe in his mouth.

Hello friends and readers. It is HOT here, how about you? A steamy 111 degrees. Thanks for air conditioning. Other than being hot it has been a very informative day. Do you have those days where the information just pours in? Because I am on vacation from school I have the luxury of time. Today it has been largely associated with Quantum thought and theory etc. . .

Pramana

The concept is derived from the Sanskrit root, prama (प्रमा) which means “correct notion, true knowledge, basis, foundation, accurate notion”. Thus, the concept Pramana implies that which is a “means of acquiring prama or certain, correct, true knowledge” (Wiki).

First up a cool documentary, “We are living in a simulation” very scientific, yet entertaining.

Next quantum food for thought an article, “How does quantum physics work, you may ask, what is it, and where does it come from?”

Also another article, “Scientist Now Believe the Universe Itself Maybe Conscious

 

Namaste

 

Birth Happiness

Sibelius Violin Concerto

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