Paganism, Witchcraft, and Wicca - Questions & Answers (9)

Apologies and Notification

~ November 2009 ~



Readers and Travelers alike have probably journeyed to The Cosmic Cauldron Newsletter since the Ocotober issue appeared, scratched their heads and wandered away wondering when the November 2009 issue was going to appear.

I apologise profusely for my tardiness to inform and for the lack of publication.

Due to the Staging of The Druids Dreaming Event and Dragonfly and my Wedding the Day before, I found I did not have either the time or energy t… Continue

A selection of photos are in the process of being uploaded into the Temple's photo album of the retreat we held over the weekend, just prior to the commencement of the fire ban so we were able to have our bale fire.

http://picasaweb.google.com/TempleDarkMoon/Bealtaine2009# is the link.

Enjoy.

ALCIBIADES II
PERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE: Socrates and Alcibiades.

SOCRATES: Are you going, Alcibiades, to offer prayer to Zeus?

ALCIBIADES: Yes, Socrates, I am.

SOCRATES: you seem to be troubled and to cast your eyes on the ground, as though you were thinking about something.

ALCIBIADES: Of what do you suppose that I am thinking?

SOCRATES: Of the greatest of all things, as I believe. Tell me, do you not suppose that the Gods sometimes partly grant and partly reject the requests which we make… Continue

Just a note it will peck by about dawn the 21st Oct I think thats GMT ?? but its the next 2/3 nights what ever
These meteors began life as tiny specks of dust ejected by Comet 1P/Halley during its innumerable trips around the Sun. Over the eons, these particles spread out along the comet's orbit. Every October, we run into this stream of dust.
if you are any place to see its a good show

Child of the mighty dead,
Electra, lo, my way
To thee in the dawn hath sped,
And the cot on the mountain grey,
For the Watcher hath cried this day:
He of the ancient folk,
The walker of waste and hill,
Who drinketh the milk of the flock;
And he told of Hera's will;
For the morrow's morrow now
They cry her festival,
And before her throne shall bow
Our damsels all.