This is one of the most important archaeological finds of the 20th Century and
the oldest depiction of the universe so far. Called the Nebra sky disc, named for the town where it was found in
1999, the artifact has been dated back to 1600 BC. It was buried about 3,600 years ago but could be much older. It has been associated with the European Bronze AgeUnetice culture.
When it was first crafted, it would have been golden brown
because the disc itself is made from bronze. Over time, the it
corroded to green. Fortunately, the symbols are made of gold and thanks to them we know it was possibly an astronomical instrument. There’s Sun, a central to northern European Bronze Age
religion and the crescent moon (in ancient times, the moon was used to represent time). The clump between the sun and moon are
thought to be the Pleiades constellation, which was an imporant
constellation for Bronze Age farmers because it appeared
and disappeared in important farming times. So the Nebra disc could have told people the right time to plant and harvest.
What’s more, astronomer Wolfhard Schlosser, at the University of Hamburg, found that if you draw a line from the
center of the disc to the top and bottom end of the right arc, the angle
between the two ends measures exactly 82 degrees. And it’s the same
value for the left golden arc. This number is very important for only a small group of people who
live at the same latitude as the current German town of Nebra since it’s the angle between where the sun sets on the horizon in
mid-winter and mid-summer.
Hufflepuff: I think I have a crush on this person…
Slytherin: I know. That’s why I have already made friends with them and all their friends. We play cards every day at lunch. Tomorrow, I’ll casually invite you to join in and initiate conversation. Here’s their schedule. *Hands over pre-printed and color coded list* Tonight we can go shopping. Their favorite color is green, and fortunately, you look great in it. Also, you DEFINITELY need to let me do your makeup…
Slytherin: Maybe you should start writing this down. They like dogs, history, and baseball, and their favorite scents are vanilla and coconut. I have some perfume for you at home. I’ve also arranged for them to walk you home from school today. By the way-
Slytherin: *reveals evil plan that they’ve had for a year*
Hufflepuff: You know what, I’m just gonna go talk to the poor sucker.
Prosperity spell candle.
-green candle (or any color of your choosing)
-coins for money representation
-green aventurine for positivity and perseverance
-lemon verbena herb for strength
- bay leaf to write name of one in need on for the wish
After adding the coins, stone and herbs, light the candle, crush the bay leaf and sprinkle into candles fire. I also carved the good fortune rune onto the candle. If meant for a friend or someone else you can give the candle to them and tell them to light it when ever they need a boost. ^_^
My green crystal ball for fortune telling, surrounded by my big cat eye gem stones collection - cat eye may not be so rare, but to have a big shape as a full crystal ball, it’s probably more than just rare.
I have returned safely from the Emerald Isle, and holy crap, I don’t
even know what to say, but being me, I will now expend a pile of words
to say it.
First, there’s the color.
To call Ireland green
is to commit glaring sins of omission. It is the sort of green reserved
for gods and Pantone swatches. Kelly green, acid green, the greens you
see in jars of pure mineral pigment, greens that blow out your photos
the way that red roses or blue skies do. Green as primary color.
When I lived in Oregon, I thought it was green, and then I moved to
North Carolina and realized that it had been grey-green. North Carolina,
I thought, was green. Then I went to Ireland. Now I see how yellow the
undertones here are, and how desaturated the greens are by comparison.
Fortunately, I am told that the only color that compares to Ireland is
in the depths of the rainforest, so it will stay green in my head for a
Also, as with so much of Europe, things are
relentlessly old. I stood on the battlements of a ruined castle built at
the same time as Blarney Castle and I could see three other
ruins from the top. “Oh,” said my friend Carlota, “that’s the NEW ruin,
over there…” Eventually it became a running joke–“Oh, that’s the NEW
standing stone…” It became exciting when the new building wasn’t older than my country. Occasionally they predated Europeans in North America at all.
Yes, I’m including the Vikings.
possibly the most intense thing was simply that it was relentlessly,
savagely picturesque. You could point your camera in any direction and
come away with a postcard. It was beautiful, and it kept being
beautiful, and eventually it got to the point where you would look over
the view and start swearing, because it was being beautiful again. Probably with cows.
After awhile, you stopped going “How lovely!” and started going “How do people stand this?”
(I asked Twitter. Residents uttered some variation on “Whiskey” and “You get used to it, but whiskey helps.”)
just have to figure that sooner or later, living in that kind of beauty
would weigh down on you, and you’d either become hard as diamond or
break and become a poet. It’s just…intense. I think of people
who left there–my ancestors, some of ‘em–to come to America because of
poverty or starvation or hope or whatever, and I can get just the
smallest glimpse of what that must have been like–enough to know what I
can’t really imagine what it was really like. America is
beautiful, don’t get me wrong! (I believe there’s a song about it.) But
it’s a completely different sort of beauty, a sort that doesn’t much
care about the people on it. If we all died tomorrow, I doubt America
would even notice much, but Ireland would be sad that the people were
gone. It’s the difference between the Rockies and a green field with a
black horse grazing surrounded by rooks, under a hill covered in mist.
They’re both beautiful, it’s just…scale.
I don’t know. Maybe
I’m raving. I am only a tourist and don’t pretend to know anything about
what life is really like there. It was just…so visually intense.