The Weavers’ Wyrd Wonders

Mightily wove they | the web of fate,
While Bralund’s towns | were trembling all;
And there the golden | threads they wove,
And in the moon’s hall | fast they made them.

~ Poetic Edda, Helgakvitha Hjorvarthssonar I, Verse 3

Weaving has been an integral part of human civilization for millennia. Though I’ve known this for ages, I am only recently learning what it means magically and how to use it. Many weaving related terms and concepts are a part of the magical vernacular. Spinning, warp, weft, and weaving are all terms used by witches and some other magical practitioners to describe spellcraft as well as fate-shaping magic and sorcery.


The Norns (1889) by Johannes Gehrts

Spinning had been the most powerful image for me. Women with wheels and spindles working, drawing raw materials up into a miniature cyclone that smooths, evens, and compacts the fibers into thread. The color, texture, and strength of the thread determined by the quality of the raw materials and the skill of the spinner. Then weaving came into my magical awareness but in a distant and detached way. It’s a skill farther from my magical home base. Precious few of the goddesses I know have intricate cultural connections to weaving, but those that do are utterly bound up with it as Fate-Shapers. The Norns and the Valkyries are the ones that I have the most connection with as weavers of fate, until recently.

Threads, once spun, are later woven into intricate patterned fabrics and then are sewn into the finished textiles that make individual and collective lives. I knew that weaving was the laying of threads but that was it. The basic ideas of spinning and weaving were magical but I just knew that in my head. I didn’t yet know and understand that magic within my heart.

At the end of 2017, the third to last day of December actually, I met Isis and Nephthys in a dream. They were weaving the universe, much like the Norse Norns and the Greek Moirai, the best known Goddesses of Destiny and Fate. In the dream, the threads they laid were human souls. The warp. I’d always heard about the warp’s counterpart- weft- but I didn’t know what it was. A basic Google search yielded that information recently. I’m embarrassed that I never sought out this information before now. The search was ultimately prompted by the shuttle that Frigga wielded in a recent trance journey. In trying to understand that symbolism, I researched the shuttle. While the distaff is the tool that holds raw fibers for the spinning process, the shuttle holds the weft thread that is carried betwixt and between the warp threads. Essentially, it’s the weft that connects the warp threads with one another and forms the weave pattern of the fabric.

The shuttle is the true witch wand of fate! It is the tool that allows us to use our inner and outer resources and will to work the threads of being into something beautiful and full of individual and collective meaning. Without the shuttle, everything is just spun thread singular and weighted, held in tension, with no organization, no pattern, no meaning.

Two Women Weaving

In my dream in December 2017, Isis and Nephthys stood back to back weighing and weaving human hearts and souls. The goddesses were the scales and the human hearts and souls were the raw material spun into thread and then carefully woven into the fabric of the star-studded cosmos. There are images from Ancient Egypt of women weaving together, each with a hand on the large shuttle moving between the warp threads. As the Two Weavers they are called the Abuti and they spin the thread and weave the pattern. They hold all in grace and beauty in Amenti, the mighty land of the west that is both the end and the beginning of life.

The Abuti, the Moirai, the Nornir, Frigga, the Valkyries and countless others spin the thread and weave the pattern, holding all in grace and beauty in the Other World that is This World that is Every World that is Our World.

We are a part of it too. Everything is connected. Every human, every animal and plant and insect, everything has been woven, weaves, and will become woven. The tapestry is made of us and made by us.

Hail the Weavers!!

Dreaming of Amenti: Meeting Isis & Nephthys

BD_Weighing_of_the_HeartI awoke in an anthropoid Egyptian coffin. I looked out into a small dark room lit by torches flaming along the hieroglyph-covered walls. Even with the torches ablaze there were nooks and crannies of the room that were obscured from me. Still I knew that I was in a place that was many places. It was the past, and the present, and the future. It was outside of time and yet it was intricately interwoven with time itself. It was a room with four stone limits – a tomb. It was the place where I could awake to new life – a womb. It was a sanctuary where I could be re-membered, my heart joined with truth and my soul given new life if I proved worthy.

All this I knew as Aset and Nebet-Het extended their hands to me. With their help and wise smiles, I stepped out of the coffin. I stood before Osiris while Anubis weighed my heart against the feather of Ma’at. Thoth stood in a darkened corner recording the event. Against all reason, I was not afraid. I am not a Kemetic Reconstructionist. I am not devoted to any Egyptian gods. I do not know any spells from The Book of the Dead. In this dream I had no ghostly scarab mummified with me so that he could serve as my metaphysical cheat sheet. I did not see Ammit but I knew she was there watching and waiting. I had nothin’. But, Auset and Nebet-Het held and guarded me so I was not afraid.

I have no idea if it makes sense but I understood Aset and Nebet-Het to be the the scale upon which my worth was tested. Each was a side of the scale, Aset holding Ma’at’s feather and Nebet-Het holding my heart. The Two Sisters acted together to measure and test. By Aset’s magic I would be reborn. From the quality of my heart, Nebet-Het would prepare a place for me beyond Death. From strong cords of muscle she would build a new life that reflects the quality of my soul. She would lay the foundations for my life in the hereafter and set me among the stars with the other dead who have gone before.

I could see The Two Sisters back to back working and weaving, and making, unmaking, and remaking souls, the entire vault of heaven behind them, a tapestry containing the shining ones woven into the their endless work. Each soul at a different point in its journey toward it’s becoming in the hereafter. I woke up from the dream and it felt right on time and a little too soon all at once. I don’t know exactly what the dream in its entirety means. All I know is that I hope to meet The Two Goddesses again, to see their smiling faces, to feel my heart in their hands being transformed in a meaningful way.

Praise and honor to The Two Sisters!