Monday, June 30, 2008

When you wish upon a Star! Hope!

My Star

All that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartless the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me, therefore I love it

“... Before that [the arrival of Pandora] the human race
had lived off the land without any trouble, no hard work,
no sickness or pain ...
But the woman took the lid off the big jar with her hands
and scattered all the miseries that spell sorrow for men.
Only Hope was left there in the unbreakable container,
stuck under the lip of the jar, and couldn’t fly out:
the woman clamped the lid back on the jar first,
all by the plan of the Aegisholder, cloud-herding Zeus.
But then thousand or so other horrors spread out among men,
the earth is full of evil things, and so’s the sea”
(Hesiod, Works and Days 90-101. Translation by S. Lombardo)


Eärendil was a mariner
That tarried in Arvernien;
He built a boat of timber felled
In Nimbrethil to journey in;
Her sails he wove of silver fair,
Of silver were her lanterns made
Her prow was fashioned like a swan,
And light upon her banners laid.

In panoply of ancient kings,
In chainéd rings he armoured him;
His shining shield was scored with runes
To ward all wounds and harm from him;
His bow was made of dragon-horn,
His arrows shorn of ebony,
Of silver was his habergeon;
His scabbard of chalcedony;
His sword of steel was valiant,
Of adamant his helmet tall,
An eagle-plume upon his crest,
Upon his breast an emerald.

Beneath the Moon and under star
He wandered far from northern strands,
Bewildered on enchanted ways
Beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
Where shadow lies on frozen hills,
From nether heats and burning waste
He turned in haste, and roving still
On starless waters far astray
At last he came to Night of Naught,
And passed, and never sight he saw
Of shining shore nor light he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
And blindly in the foam he fled
From west to east and errandless,
Unheralded he homeward sped.

There flying Elwing came to him,
And flame was in the darkness lit;
More bright than light of diamond
The fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
And crowned him with the living light
And dauntless then with burning brow
He turned his prow, and in the night
From Otherworld beyond the Sea
There strong and free a storm arose,
A wind of power in Tarmenel;
By paths that seldom mortal goes
His boat it bore with biting breath
As might of death across the grey
As long-forsaken seas distressed;
From east to west he passed away.

Through Evernight he back was borne
On black and roaring waves that ran
O'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
That drownded before the Days began,
Until he heard on strands of pearl
When ends the world the music long,
Where ever-foaming billows roll
The yellow gold and jewels wan.
He saw the Mountain silent rise
Where twilight lies upon the knees
Of Valinor and Eldamar
Beheld afar beyond the seas.
A wanderer escaped from night
To haven white he came at last,
To Elvenhome the green and fair
Where keen the air, where pale as glass
Beneath the Hill and Ilmarin
A-glimmer in a valley sheer
The lamplit towers of Tirion
Are mirrored on the Shadowmere.

He tarried there from errantry
And melodies they taught to him,
And sages old him marvels told,
And harps of gold they brought to him,
They clothed him then in elven-white,
And seven lights before him sent,
As through the Calacirian
To hidden land forlorn he went,
He came unto the timeless halls
Where shining fall the countless years,
And endless reigns the Elder King
In Ilmarin on Mountain sheer,
And words unheard were spoken then
Of folk of Men and Elven-kin,
Beyond the world were visions showed
Forbid to those that dwell therein.

A ship then new they built for him
Of mithril and of elven-glass
With shining prow; no shaven oar
N or sail she bore on silver mast;
The Silmaril as lantern light
And banner bright with living flame
To gleam thereon by Elbereth
Herself was set, who thither came
And wings immortal made for him,
And laid on him undying doom,
To sail the shoreless skies and come
Behind the Sun and light of Moon.

From Evereven's lofty hills
Where softly silver fountains fall
His wings him bore, a wandering light,
Beyond the mighty Mountain Wall,
From World's End then he turned away,
And yearned again to find afar
His home through shadows journeying,
And burning as an island star
On high above the mists he came,
A distant flame before the Sun,
A wonder ere the waking dawn
Where grey the Norland waters run.

And over Middle-earth he passed
And heard at last the weeping sore
Of women and of elven-maids
In Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid
Till Moon should fade, an orbéd star
To pass, and tarry never more
On Hither Shores where mortals are;
For ever still a herald on
An errand that should never rest
To bear his shining lamp afar,

- J.R.R.Tolkien Poems
- Book 2 Chapter 1 - Lord of The Rings

The Stars in the night skies,
symbols of light in the dark.
for it is them which light up the skies when the moon fails to show her face on certain nights.
They are like angels in the sky looking down upon us. bringing light at times of despair.

Symbols for navigation on the high seas.
they are saviours to many a sailors who could not find their way to shore when there are no end of ocean and no discrimination features in the seas.

In the tarot, Star comes after Tower.
Tower is the ruination of all hopes, all ego, all creation, the humbling of man.
When it comes like Earendil from the land of gods to aid all mortals against Melkor. after the destruction of the Havens.
When Pandora Unleashed all evil into the earth, only hope remained in the jar......
All else fails there is still hope.

In the mythos, there is always hope. and everything can go but there will still be hope around.
Hence the star rise and the symbol of hope.

Aquarius is the Zodiac associated most with this card. Seeing this most aquarius people are optimistic and have a very airy view on life. Always looking on the brighter side of things are these people.

When you get the star, it is mostly good and telling most people not to give up hopes, dreams and visions.....I leave you with an old classic song....

When you wish upon a star,
makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams,
no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do
(Fate is kind, she brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing)
Like a bolt out of the blue,
fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true!

Writer: Leigh Harline; Lyrics: Ned Washington

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