Meeting the Spider Goddess of Time

Posted on November 12, 2008
Filed Under elemental work, emptiness, meditation, mystical journeys, Taylor Ellwood, time magic | Leave a Comment

My grandmother died on Veteran’s day. I never really knew her. I met her maybe half a dozen times in my life. But I did feel sad for my father, who even though prepared for it, is still sad. I don’t attribute any special significance to her death in regards to emptiness itself, so much as I recognize that death is an ending, and emptiness is about endings and beginnings. She’s left one form of life and rejoined the cycle of life. After I found out she died, I decided to try and use my new meditation to try and make one last connection out of respect for her presence in my life, and also a bit of sorrow for missed opportunities. I wanted to pay my respects to her in some form or manner that would let me connect with her, even though she is now gone from this plane of existence.

I used my special meditation for emptiness, arms outstretched, one eye open, the other closed, my mind drifting across all time and space. The eye that is open is only partially open, with the eye-lid half closed, so that you only see partially out of one eyelid and there isn’t much focusing. The focus of the eye shifts inward, so you’re looking across time and space. I called the name of her once, out load, letting the vibrations carry out across the spiral rhythm of time, onto the web of the spider time goddess. I found her in memories, I found her ready to join the dead, and she asked, “Why have you come after me, my grandson?” And I said, “To help you on your way to the land of the dead, she who was and will be…” We walked, nothing said, just walking across the silken strands of time, visiting moments of intersection in my memory briefly and then coming to a river, my ancestors across the way waving to her. She turned to me and said, “This is goodbye”. I said, “Goodbye my grandmother, goodbye she who was and will be…” We embraced one time, then she flowed on to the land of the dead, back into the cycle of life.

As I came back from the land of the dead, I met the spider goddess of time, weaving her web of wyrds and fate and destiny. She looked at me and said, “You are one of mine, even as you belong to the other time gods. The emptiness you seek is the doorway to our domain, to the infinity of time and space, all things and none. Use your guide and the infinity sign to keep finding us. In them is the eternal beat of the spiral rhythm of time, the silken vibrations of my web, the pulsing red star light of Thiede, Purson’s promise of all secrets revealed and more. We named you ours early on, and we’re coming to take our due. Seek us in the emptiness, seek us in the depths of all and none, the zero and one through which you’ve seen the crystalline perfection and the star eyed one who is you, as you are hir.”

I bowed to her and thanked her, and she said, “Thank the one who departed. It’s her gift to you.” I thanked my departed grandmother for her gift of this journey that allowed me to meet the spider goddess of time.

Everything is perfect in the moment when you have no control over anything. When you surrender and let it all overwhelm you and take you somewhere no one else can go. Tonight, I surrendered to the current of time and let it sweep me somewhere I’d never gone…perfection. I lose myself in that current sometimes, whether in a meditation like tonight, or in the rapidly turning pages of a book, where I’m caught up in the creation of the time and space in the pages that turn and the words that burn into my mind a different world and place. My awareness of time slips out of linear and into a place where time is very circular, spiral, all over the place. Times’ always been something very mutable and malleable. One moment shifts into another, but a moment can last for an infinity or it can be gone in the blink of an eye, which is one reason I’m fascinated with time as an expression of reality. The spider goddess of time, as grokked from Oryelle’s writing and met tonight on my trance passage is enough another expression of temporal slippages. I’ve walked on her silver silken strands before, but this time I met her. I’m sure we will meet again.

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