The Weaving Goddess MEDITATION

The Weaving Goddess Meditation

In the Celtic tradition creation has no beginning or end it is constantly weaving its web for eternity. 

 The Weaving Goddess appears in sorrowful and terrible forms as we see her in nature, however this shadow side is always in balance and as the invocation below states she weaves life upward through the green grass as well as death downward through the mold. 
 
When we meditate with the land and especially with its energies, we may find a deep pain and sorrow which William Butler Yeats says is the mood of all ancient peoples for we are incomplete and out of harmony in our human lives. In the Celtic tradition we seek that completion through connecting with all of life and its web. The sense of non-duality and acceptance of life creates a sublime feeling in the depths of our soul. However, it also carries a responsibility for this type of meditation isn’t about creating a personal nirvana but more about a profound awakening to being in harmony with all of life. To understand these deep concepts, we meditate on the Weaving Goddess. 
 
The invocation below calls to the Weaving Goddess and accepts her role in the tradition: 
 
Chorus: I dreamed of Ochil the dim goddess, who through all, through all,  
Orchil weaves the weft, Orchil weaves the weft of eternal beauty. 
 
I dreamed of Orchil the dim Goddess who is under the brown earth in a vast cavern where she weaves at two looms, with one hand she weaves life upward through the green grass and with the other she weaves death downward through the mold. 

She has her feet far down among the roots and trees, and stars thickening in her hair as they gather in the vastness and blackness of the sky on a night of frost. Her form fills all the world where wisdom dwells. But she is sorrowful and terrible for the hearts of men know her no more in her ancient loveliness. 

She is the washer at the ford, a tall gaunt woman, chanting the death dirge as she washes the shroud of he that sees her. She may grow great and terrible and inhabit darkness. 

She loveth loneliness, solitude is her breath. She is Queen of all things on the earth and in the sea and in the white palaces of the stars built on the dark walls of time above the abyss. 

Once you have read the invocation imagine yourself at Connla's Well as described in the previous meditation on the hazel- CLICK HERE FOR DETAILS

Meditate on the rippling shapes of the water and the moon rising and shining upon its moving surface, which will take you deep within or just know it is happening. Then move away from the Well or pool of water and enter a stone circle. Before you is a stone bed and upon it a sleeping women of power.

Meditate on the feel of the circle and the women as she rises and fills the space with her presence, connect with her and the energies  of the earth with the help of the following chant:

Chorus: Twilight envelop me, Twilight embolden me, Twilight awaken the Sidhe. 
 
Forth from his breast the old man drew 
A lute that once on a rowan-tree grew: 
And, speaking no words, began to play 
Over the hills and far away. 
 
An' the moon came up, and the stars grew white, 
An' the hills grew black in the bloom o' the night, 
An' I watched till the death-star sank in the moon 
And the moonmaid fled with her flittermice shoon, 
 
Then the Shadow that lay on the moorside there 
Rose up and shook its wildmoss hair, 
Over the hills and far away -- 
That is the tune I heard one day. 
O that I too might hear the cruel 
Honey-sweet folk of the Hills of Ruel. 
 
Fiona MacLeod 

When you feel ready, ask to hear her voice which may come in vision, thought or feeling and ask her how you can connect with the song of the Earth.

-Meditate - 

This written meditation cannot replace the experience of the live meditation and community support of our Woodland Bard Evenings. If you wish join us on Sunday 11th October at 6pm please click on the link below.   
May you feel the support of nature in your life as you take part in its Wellbeing.

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