As dawn meets the new day, the chamber is finally still. For after a long and labored night, a child
is born. Not just any child, of course. This one is a princess: all pink and chubby, soft,
and cuddly, the perfect expression of baby-ness. There is much rejoicing throughout the
kingdom. All her fairy tale life lies
before her. Or so we might think, at least until the fairies arrive to give the
child a blessing. In “Sleeping Beauty,” the baby receives both a blessing and
a curse. A blessing of beauty, intelligence, and grace and a curse that prophecies an early death.
The word fairy comes from the Latin word for fate. These are creatures who meddle in the affairs
of humans. But these fairies are a poor excuse for the Greek goddesses who
determined the course of every life at birth.
These are not fairies but Fates.
They were called the Moirai: three powerful and independent sisters who
plotted each person’s life course. They
determined the fate of humanity by marking two points in time – birth and
death. At birth what gifts are given to
this child? What curses? How would the
child be touched by good and evil? How
long would this life be? The Moirai work in secret to answer these questions.
The character and nature of the Moirai is thought to be
different depending upon the author. I’ll
try to consolidate what is known. The word Moirai means “parts” or “shares.” Although some argue that these goddesses were
ugly, deformed old women; others depict them as the maiden, mother, and
crone. Either way, their duties were the
same. Dressed in white vestments, each goddess was allotted a different
task. Klotho was the youngest. She was “the spinner” who spun the thread of
life. She is depicted with either a spindle or a roll representing the book of fate.
She sings of the things that are.
Lakhesis was a woman and the “apportion-er of lots.” She was the one who measured the thread and
sings of things that were. Lakhesis was represented as holding a staff pointing
to the horoscope on a globe.
Atropos is the crone. Her name means “she who cannot be
turned.” Atropos is the oldest, the
smallest, and the most powerful of the three. She carries a pair of scales, a
sundial, or a cutting tool. She is the one who breaks or cuts the thread when
life is to come to an end. She sings of things that are to be.
Because these were goddesses of fate, they knew the course of
the future. At times, they shared this prophecy.
It wasn’t their primary function for they weren’t oracles. At times they were also seen in the company of
death. They traversed the underworld traveling with Persephone back to the earth’s
surface. But they weren’t the goddess of death even though they set the date.
At the birth of each child, the Moirai spun the thread of
fate. Fate as we know it is fixed but destiny is within our control. When might
fate be changed to destiny? Does free
will exist in this system at all? These are questions for Greek philosophers
but worthy of reflection, nonetheless.
In some writings, the Moirai were independent of the gods, and nothing
could challenge fate. Other writers say Zeus was able to challenge any decision.
As time when by, the Moirai lost some
power and their actions begin to be seen as more conditional.
Let’s go back to the story of “Sleeping Beauty.” Was her fate inevitable? The good old woman in the story said, “not
knowing very well what to do in this affair, I cry out for help.” Which is all anyone can do in moments of
inevitability. It’s true any time we
feel our fate is sealed, whether it is through ancestry or genetics, or our
cultural programming. We seem caught
between the proverbial rock and a hard place – the free will to follow our destiny
seems less and less likely. In “Sleeping Beauty,” the king challenged fate by hiding
all the spinning wheels. But ultimately,
she pricked her finger and succumbed to a 100-year sleep. It was fate after
all and there was nothing a concerned parent could do.
Yet again the wise crone is in the midst of it. What does she know of fate and destiny? Atropos is the one who carries the sundial
and knows when time is late. Atropos
carries the scales, which are needed for balance. She knows what to release and let go of. The wise crone lives in a state of
discernment. Who is worthy and
when? She seeks a balance of
integration. What was, was. What will be, will be. She sings of things that are to be. The wise
crone surrenders to life’s ebbs and flows.
Sometimes she accepts her fate – to be in a world filled with sorrow and
chaos. Sometimes she moves towards her destiny
to be in service to others.
Carl Jung claimed that what is held in our unconscious is fated. What become conscious is our destiny. The ancient Greeks knew about fate and chose Atropos as the
elder. It takes experience and wisdom to
know when to cut the thread, when to let go and when to give up. She is more
than ready to release your fate if you are ready to take hold of your destiny.
Image from The three Moirai, relief, grave of Alexander von der Mark by Johann Gottfried Schadow (Old National Gallery, Berlin).
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