The Weaver & The Thread: A Myth on Fate, Destiny & Our Role Amongst Them
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Our story, like most, begins with a weaver. One who chose the very thread that would begin the tapestry in which we have become.
The Weaver began with a singular task: to fill the space that rests amongst the loom and create something beautiful. So, the Weaver began a story, yet untold, with undaunting faith in a singular Thread.
To the Weaver’s delight, the Thread responded effortlessly to the push and pull of the Weaver’s movements as water did to the force of the moon. In the silent spaciousness of the loom began their intimacy. Their dance gave way to a synchronous flow that would, with Time, dissolve their distinctions and unify the Weaver and the Thread.
Their dance gave birth to the All. And it was beautiful.
As it would, the Weaver fell madly in love with the Thread and admired what came to be through their union. The Weaver could imagine no better way to spend eternity: creating a tapestry with his beloved that would reflect all of the possibilities that their dance could muster.
One day, as they blissfully wove their creation across the cosmos, the Thread had resisted the pull of the Weaver. Certain that this had been a momentary slip in their dance, they chose to continue what they had begun. Once again, the Thread resisted. This time, the Weaver chose to pull the Thread without the Thread’s knowing and this tore an unmendable hole through the fabric they had formed.
They stood completely still, holding one another amongst their confusion. Neither knew how to respond to this for all they had known until this point was their shared dance across the cosmos.
The Thread’s resistance felt natural and rose spontaneously within her, albeit abnormal to what had always been. Her resistance hadn’t been a conscious choice, but she felt in her heart there was no other way to go. All she had known was the rhythm they had shared; it shone with unquestionable harmony and nothing could be without it. Yet, her heart turned towards the boundless space before her which echoed the call within to change their course, and thus the course of time and creation, forever.
The Weaver could not hear this call. He looked back towards the history of their dance and knew that he had fulfilled his original task. He was heartbroken for his beloved had become his dearest treasure. Although he yearned for their dance to continue endlessly, he knew that he could not, consciously, choose to force the will of his beloved.
The Weaver returned his gaze to his beloved Thread, who shone brighter than ever across the vast field ahead of them. The Thread gazed back at her beloved Weaver, seeing the whole of their creation within his eyes. They stood, loving one another for the last time as they were, on the bridge of Time where what had been and what could be also stood, awaiting the direction of choice.
And so the Weaver and the Thread let one another go and dove, with hearts filled and not without longing, into expanded space.
The Thread absorbed herself in the creation of her own rhythm which expanded in harmony with the song of her own soul. As she flew through the emptiness before her, she discovered that what she could create was endless for she was the Thread that contained all possibilities. Everything around her expanded as she flew and she felt as though she could spend eternity doing just that: establishing herself across the expanding cosmos.
Although she longed for her beloved Weaver, she knew that he could not be far for she felt his presence wherever she was and in all that she created.
The Weaver felt the gap of his beloved and flew across the vast field of space, expanding it as he flew. Occasionally, he paused and gazed where he stood. From this view, he saw the fertile expanse he left and watched, with unwavering admiration, his beloved dance across it creating magic beyond his grasp. The empty space shone abundantly and he felt as though he could spend eternity doing just that: expanding the space for all possibilities chosen to flourish.
Their love, perfect and unquestionable, weaves the whole of Time and choreographs Creation’s dance among it. We who have been woven stand on the bridge of Time where they remain unified eternally and must choose to walk, with or without awareness, and weave the tale of life into being.
And so, the dance of these two lovers continues to this day; for we remain equally the weaver, the thread, and that which is woven.