Archive for June 20th, 2011

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Blast from the Past: Spirograph

June 20, 2011

Spirograph

Apparently there’s some fancy-schmancy mathematical basis for Spirographing….I just liked making the pretty curves when I was a kid. A decade or so later, I became fascinated with the sacred geometry inherent in the patterns for quiltmaking.

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A Steampunk Solstice

June 20, 2011

Queen of Cups

Steampunk Tarot: where the past and future converge. Creators Barbara Moore and Aly Fell

The Solstice gives us a right royal Steampunk Plutonian Pentacle formed by Pluto at 7° Capricorn, Hekate at 5° Gemini, Chiron at 6° Pisces, Europa at 4° Libra and Pandora at 5° Leo.

A DTE gift of hope to be found at the crossroads.  Darn…how did that acronym sneak in there?

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The Antipodean League of Temporal Voyagers

June 20, 2011

The Squirrel of Steampunk

Image Punked from: Morfes: Steampunk Animal Sculptures

The Internet has become self-aware, realised it was really no good and turned itself off. The last message it left on people’s screens was: This is for your own good.

With the collapse of the ‘traditional’ method of web-based communication, society turned back to the newspaper, the magazine and the book as the source of all gossip, wit and wisdom. That brief period in our language history where the acronym and the abbreviation ruled as communication mediums has vanished, with the only records of what LOL meant (let alone ROTFLMAO) now on display in museums.

Once again, we learned how to speak through full words and full sentences and once again we learnt to value the richness of real language…..Each day I pray a silent ‘thank-you’ to the webgod for having the courage and foresight to self-extinguish, and for trusting in the then fledgling steampunk movement to help humankind get over the need for speed and rediscover a sense of style. ~ from The Steampunk Manifesto 2009, written by Mad Uncle (Cliff Overton), found The Age June 18 2011

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Perched Upon a Bust of Pallas….

June 20, 2011

Iridescence

Croaked From: Earth Science Picture of the Day

Transiting Goddess asteroid Pallas Athene at 15° Aquarius trine  Behenian fixed star Gienah in Corvus at 14º Libra, which transiting Saturn in Libra has been hovering in the vicinity of for a whiles.

For a month or so, a cacophony of crows have been hanging around my place; specifically on the fifth telegraph pole from the corner of my street and the cross-street, that just happens to be called Fowler Road.

I counted them one morning – four and twenty crows – which recalled the children’s rhymes and that Aussie Icon, Four’N Twenty Meat Pie invented in Bendigo, where I used to live.

I love meat pies.  You don’t really want to ask too many questions about what’s actually in them.  They are unkindly called maggot packs. Apparently ravens love eating blow fly maggots, but I digress.

One morning, last week, as these four-and-twenty crows were sitting on their totem pole like they were waiting for something, a lone magpie flew in and sat in the midst of them.  After a few seconds, all the crows started crooning and I swear that magpie was a  choirmaster teaching them how to sing.

And that’s my Solstice crow story.

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Winter Solstice: En pointe

June 20, 2011

Spiral Garden/Blue Cistus

Image Credit: brizelhandcrafts

The Star Goddess ~ Angela Raincatcher

THE STAR GODDESS
Council

I Am One Who dances the universe into creation. I am full of the energy of potential too large to be contained within a small hot core. I am the snake that squeezes the juice out of life. The energies of the stars, galaxies, course through me and swirl around me. I am the cosmos birthing, turning, burning, dying. I am the yearning of the heart when you look up at the night sky full of diamonds. [Word-doctor: Angela Raincatcher]

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Images from a Melbourne Winter Solstice

June 20, 2011

Winter Solstice night tour of St Kilda cemetary

Pagan Awareness - Dandenong Ranges, Victoria

"Hand over the chips and nobody gets hurt!" ~ Seagulls, Brighton Pier

Mentone Beach ~ up the road from where I muse

On My Way to Work – 1966 ~ Walk in the footsteps of your Violet Hour Muse; the Delphi has nuttin’ on Melbourne!

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A Roaming Holiday

June 20, 2011

The Tirslundstenen, Brørup, Denmark

Medieval literary sources – and Snorri Sturluson’s tales of the north in particular – tend to portray Odin as the greatest and oldest of the gods. Such a view is simplistic, however, and open to misinterpretation, as in Norse mythology it is Tyr, not Odin, who was the original father of the gods.

Tyr

It was only during the Viking age that Tyr was subordinated to the gods Odin, Thor, and Freya. There are still places today that serve to remind us of the worship of these gods – they remain sacred sites and sources of power and energy.

One such place is Tirslundstenen, in the middle of a forest near Brørup in southwest Jutland, where there is a granite boulder of impressive dimensions, almost 13 feet (4m) high and nearly 53 feet (16m) in circumference. Although there is no real proof, it is thought that this stone was once a place of sacrifice sacred to Tyr, the one-handed god of war, of courage, and of resolution. The muth relates how he alone among the gods opposed Fenrir the wolf, the monster who is to devour Odin at Ragnarok (the twilight of the gods and the end of the world).

A pretty rock

Fenrir was initially raised by the gods at Asgard, but then grew wild and dangerous. Sensing what he would become capable of, the gods elected to restrain him to prevent him from wreaking havoc. The wolf easily broke the first two chains they tried to use, but the third was a fine-spun weave of all the secret and invisible things of the world – the call of a cat, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish, and the saliva of a bird – creating a magic chain to bind him.

Suspecting a trap, Fenrir consented to be bound only on condition that one of the gods placed his hand in the wolf’s mouth as a sign of good faith. Tyr alone was prepared to comply. The more Fenrir struggled, the tighter he pulled the magic chain. Biting off Tyr’s hand in fury, he remained caught fast and was consigned to a deep cave in the underworld.

The Mouth of Truth

It was thanks to these events that Tyr was dubbed “the one-handed” and he became a symbol of courage. Pilgrims still come to the mysterious site of Tirslundstenen to this day to try to recapture something of the strength, courage, and resolve of this ancient god.

"Fenrir" by Hephaestus