Thursday, October 30, 1997 10:09 AM
Near-Adventures in Magical Eymology
Hello.
This is going to sound *poignantly timed* with my last post I bet, and
honestly? No, I was thinking about this alot yesterday actually.
I've been dwelling on something us here some time ago,
that the etymology of Wales refers to Bears, and if memory serves me
right, there was a nice job connecting this to Arthurianism,
like also at Phillip Carr-Gomm's Druid/ Tarot site.
Somwhere I made a list of twenty root words, mostly reflecting on Greek,
and Latin, that refer to bears.
Something to do with being a woods-patron and living with the beasties
without killing them all off and whatever significant themes may be
tacked on to them for further lip service...
Nothing sounding like Wales is on it.
I won't be surprised is if this is Directly related to Inca words
referring, allegedly to "Victory", for example...
But all that came to mind is *caterwauling*, which would therefore mean
*Is that a cat or a bear making that noise?* and gee, yeah, on occasion,
there is a similarity in their utterances.
Now if I took *Waylan* to be a spur off this root, he would be a bear.
Hephaestos also has many attributes of a bear (okay, he's not actually
lame he's just sluggish).
Reaching as far away as the Sioux (see Joseph Epes Brown, *Animals of
the Soul*) the bear is considered a medicine finder (shaman and healer
is the easiest of extrapolations) who finds medicines that other
creatures do not or cannot, and outright it seems suggested that one
observe bears very carefully to see what it is they are digging up, as
it might be quite important.
Waylan of course has attributes of a healer and so forth.
If I keep reverberating this root, like Echo pining in her cave, while
her would-be squeeze spends all day with his face in a stream fishing as if
he were Narcissistic rather than Narcissus, I might eventually grasp
that this root was NOT missing, for as Endora has kindly reminded us not
long ago, Apollo has a Primary distinction as a god of healing and
medicine, it will become clear that the obligatory ursine root of
Bear-Handling Artemis-Artio's brother may illuminated evocatively, if
loosely,
AP-*WAY*-A-LO
Not that I'm proud I could have died of old age before I noticed this,
but anyway, Praise God and Pass the Ammunition, it's a Revelation. Put
that in your multidisciplinarian pipes and smoke it, we have a winner.
Cheers, (*KA-AURRRRR-SA*---*The well fed bear, smiles like the
sun*)---hey, this is more fun than Gemmatria, by Gum! Now gimme your
Trick-or-Treat candy or I'll maul you to *daath*... *he quipped, *as if*
locuting* *something*...)
Peace!
Chronos Apollonios // ~~The World Seed Fund,
c/o Abundant Life Seed Foundation, PO Box 772, 1029 Lawrence St., Port
Townsend, WA 98368~~Rex Research, PO Box 19250, Jean, NV 89109
*****
Thursday, October 30, 1997 12:29 PM
:-) Need Help Carving Pumpkins...
Hello.
Been having a bit of trouble carving these slimy things, so I thought
I'd visit the family grimoire for assistance. Apparently an ancestor,
one Cacaphonius Apollonios, had similar problems, which he rather
eccentrically immoralized in this quaint and ancient work:
The Jackall-Lantern by Cacaphonius Apollonios
**********************************************************
Prelude
Ah, to take this plump and round
And ever-so cucurbitous
And transform it to a beacon to confound
The every incubus
Alas the prop in question seems
A' ripe with it's resistance
Thusly to see it's round self reamed
Will require a higher assistance
(The work hereafter takes the form of a dialog between the elder
Apollonios (C:) and an assistant (A:), presumed to be his wife, Joan
Apollonios...)
The Meate of the Matter
C: Prithee, assistant, divulge this
What theology or thaumaturgy
Can assist us in this arcane art?
A: Behold, 'tis but chiurgury!
A: First ventilate the cranium
So to access the softer matter
Avoiding first corpus callosum
C: But I throw it and it splatters!
C: This connective stuff!- Is nature wrong?
The reason most mind-numbing
A: T'would delight that chap, Max Freedom Long
For we prophets see him coming
C: What a tangled mess, alas
What arcane sort of coaxing?
Reminds me much of yon Knotgrass
A: Perhaps it 'tis a Moxa!
A: ..To use then on those invisible
Knots inscratiable and surprising
C: I'd rather appreviate this bull
By simply cauterizing!
C: Great Zeus, what a slimy sort
Even for a lecherous goat
A: Alas 'tis true! Yet not Victorian sport
To dress them up in petticoats
A: See, scour it with it's cousin Loofa
Oh, serendipitous Microcosm!
C: Ack! and Ick! Ugh! and Uf da!
Let us but bill the patient, soon as we gauze 'em
C: Nay 'tis but cruel jest of fate,
By Dionysus' bottom thorny
A: See, it crawls across the plate
C: Methinxt it makes me h*rny...
A: 'Tis surrogate of Endymion,
That is my truest feeling
C: I think he sleeps without clothes on
See there, he's hit the ceiling...
C: Oh pumpkin patch O pumpking patch
What madness hath thou wrought?
Within your brains I scape and scatch
Thy head cold, and do so for naught!
A: Rest easy, here's a scalpel, sir
Like death, we'll calmly beat him
C: Nay, he is a greater foe for sure
Our only hope's to eat him...
(snip family recipie for Pumpkin Pop-Tarts)
Like noses, iconography runs in my family... And if you think THIS is
ostensibly pedantic, (though deliberately full of purposeful allusions,
yawn) keep in mind I'm Actually Considering Going Trick-Or-
Treating Dressed As A Can Of SPAM...
Peace!
Chronos Apollonios // ~~The World Seed Fund,
c/o Abundant Life Seed Foundation, PO Box 772, 1029 Lawrence St., Port
Townsend, WA 98368~~Rex Research, PO Box 19250, Jean, NV 89109
*****
Thursday, October 30, 1997 10:24 PM
Aging Sheepboy Reminisces...
Hello.
A stack of papers fell over on me, and there I observed some of my
writing... why, a mere three years ago, I had a brain limber enough to
be the first guy since Trismestigus to use words like "Reflexive
countersoliton", "Quantum foam", envision tachyon-composite particles
with a subtotal surface inversion ( I coined that, too) that look like
little bunnies and file them under "Ixchel" and "Atropos". Why I could
shuffle pantheons like a Las Vegas dealer shuffling cards: Fortuna=
Persephone=Adonis=Narcissus=
Hesphaestos, while identifying the Roman goddess Verplaca as English
"Fireplace" with the other and all this within the same few pages as I
did the undreamed: speculating that Far-Memory aid hydroxy moities might
power up by *going fractional quantum* at their ionizing oxygens...
which could also help avail Palingenics if used correctly? Within a
month of decoding the Iroquois myth of "Big Head" as *the*
quintessential Iroquois owner's manual for the Flotation Divination
Proceedure (see also Ethnobotany of the Meskwaki)
Now I sit and wonder what in the H*ll was I ON?
I'm soooo tempted to change my Craft Name Back to *Dr. Doolittle*... if
I only thought it would keep me from becoming more senile... but No, the
Internet will Do this to you, won't it?
Those were the days...
(Chroni's loved ones steal away large, mostly-eaten bag of candy and
promise his friends he will be far less full of self-pity in the near
future. They hope.
Chroni: WAAAAHHH!!!, flings phase particles everywhere...)
DISCLAIMER:
Underwriters Laboratories would like to remind the public that none of
the above proceedures are safe, nor do they exist, and that trying to
even conceive of them will cause your brain to explode like cheap
weenies in the microwave...
(whimper)
Peace!
Chronos Apollonios // ~~The World Seed Fund,
c/o Abundant Life Seed Foundation, PO Box 772, 1029 Lawrence St., Port
Townsend, WA 98368~~Rex Research, PO Box 19250, Jean, NV 89109
*****
Friday, October 31, 1997 9:24 AM
Eye Contact!
Hi Ya All!
No, not a post about the Evil Eye!
No, not a post about Psychic Vampires!
No, not a post about how you'll get more candy trick-or-treating if you
look people in the eye!
No, not a post about love at first sight!
No, not a jpeg of my bleary built-in binoculars!
I made a pact with the church that I know Nothing about these, see?
Yes, it's a post about that most seldom mentioned sliver of ancient
wisdom, one destined to make humble people start fighting over shiny
rocks again and...ahem...no wait...
So you know in my little spin-off of Von Daniken thingie how anything
smaller than a breadbox and the breadbox itself is a replicator, beam me
in some breakfast, la la la...
So what would a minimal nonsense people like this really be doing
putting up statues of perfect people so they have something to base
their bulemia on...
even if the coolest gods look oogey-boogey most of the time (and you
notice not All...)... Okay, so I'm speculating backwards here...
Museums crammed full of peices with their eye sockets vacant, it's still
my MHO after a number of years that the insets were interferometers used
so that they would act as projective replicators, and beam something
right out of them.
So how do they know what to beam and where to beam it? They can be
coordinated to read auras, but especially I think discussion ought to be
paid to the setting up of reading of infomation off of iridolgical
scans. Don't know why it wouldn't All be there...
The angle of projection is *proportional* to the angle of access, I
assume...
Then there are other ideas...no doubt I have some really eccentric idea
that's very similar why all those noses are missing off of ancient
masterpeices...
Well, in those days they used to say, "If you got it, flaunt it", and
"Give 'em hell before you go there"
(Chroni One Coyote! Good Story There!) So you go up to these statues,
and say "Trick or Treat"...
(Sound of rotten vegetables stiking over-imaginitive sheep-boy...) ..I
think you just look 'em in the eye, they'll know what you want...
(...On the other hand, I can still seem to remember when *Deus Ex
Machina* was when some of the quantum gas envelopes from the deific
doohickies started showing up in people and... there a bit o grist for
the mill...Boo!) (I repeat, Sound of rotten vegetables...)
Oh well...
Chroni *Da Pope* Apolloni
Peace!
Chronos Apollonios // ~~The World Seed Fund,
c/o Abundant Life Seed Foundation, PO Box 772, 1029 Lawrence St., Port
Townsend, WA 98368~~Rex Research, PO Box 19250, Jean, NV 89109
*****
Friday, October 31, 1997 10:30 AM
A Silly Little Goddess Story pt 1.
This hit me on the head as I was walking by, and I had mentioned it
recently under St. John's Wort, otherwise (giggle) who would guess? It
is written a little more like a children's story, but anyway... I think
there is a particular reason that the Roman name of Hades was used here
(Set "Ancient Subtlety Decoder Rings" on Highest Setting...)
ARTEMIS AND PLUTO Part One
This may come as a surprise-many find that this is quite unlikely a
match!- but in fact they have quite alot in common, as you will soon
discover.
It happened one day that Artemis was out hunting (it is said she was
hunting rabbits, and this is not Too unlikely) when something happened
that had never happened before- the animal, with an arrow dead center in
it, managed with it's last life to hop down the hole of some creature
that it was a hand's breadth away from.
Artemis, who was by no means naieve, but of course had never hunted such
a creature in a lair, nor had ever failed to drop her prey where it
stood, was grossly unfamiliar with the haunts of such creatures, and
thinking the animal had gone to the underworld proper, inquired naievely
of Gaia where Pluto could be found, thinking she was going to have to
petition the lord of the Underworld in order to retrieve her prey.
It is a pity that Artemis was not one to mince words, or she might have
explained her objective to the earth Mother, and been corrected by her.
Gaia, who had complete faith in Artemis' wisdom, did not question
Artemis' quest, not judgement. Instead, she gave Artemis the other half
of the Pomegranate Perephone had eaten, that she might ender the
underworld. Aretmis was warned not to repeat Persephone's folly, and
Gaia took Penelope's net and unravelled it into a long thread like the
one Ariadne had given to Theseus that he might find his way out of the
labyrinth; in case the thread broke, she was also given a grapevine like
the ones Gaia (some say) had bestowed upon Dionysus, such prudence and
protectiveness did the earth Mother show toward her beloved Artemis.
Pluto was wed to Persephone of course, but this was during the time that
Persephone was not in Hades, but on the earth, and Pluto's is a lonely
realm, and death is a fickle fate in the first place, and rather remote
from ethics, being neither fair nor respectful of righteousness. So when
Artemis reached him on his throne, to ask that he deliver the rabbit she
had killed to her, Pluto was rather delighted to tarry her and toy with
her for the sake of his own dark whimsies.
(to be continued before Webtv eats it...)
Peace!
Chronos Apollonios // ~~The World Seed Fund,
c/o Abundant Life Seed Foundation, PO Box 772, 1029 Lawrence St., Port
Townsend, WA 98368~~Rex Research, PO Box 19250, Jean, NV 89109
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