🧶 The Three Spinners

 

🧶 The Three Spinners

“The Keepers of the Thread”
A Story of Ancestral Weaving, Soul-Work, and the Power of Creation Beyond Time
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Twenty-One of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

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🕊️ Once there was a young woman named Elenya...

She lived in a world that worshipped gold, not grace.
Where women were prized for what they could produce—
not for what they could remember.

Elenya was not lazy.
She simply refused to spin the lies of a broken kingdom.

She would not feed the hunger of kings with threads made of fear.

But when she was taken into the court and demanded to spin endless flax,
she did not panic.

She prayed.

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🧙‍♀️ The Grandmothers Answer

In the stillness of the tower,
three women appeared—not beggars, but Elders of the Loom.

One with a swollen foot.
One with a drooping lip.
One with a broad, worn thumb.

But oh, their eyes were stars.

“Child,” they said,
“You do not need to spin for the king.
You must spin for the soul.”

They taught her the true art—
how to twist energy, memory, and intention
into threads that could heal timelines.

Each woman guided her through a phase of remembering:

• The first: How to unravel old patterns (Past)

• The second: How to speak spells with the breath (Present)

• The third: How to seal new futures with love (Becoming)

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🪢 The Wedding of Threads

When the king came to see her “work,”
he found her surrounded by golden light—not flax.

The three women stood behind her, radiant.

The king was so in awe, he asked her to wed.

But Elenya set one condition:

“These women must sit at the wedding feast beside me.
And be honored as my Mothers.”

He agreed.

When asked how they came to look as they did, Elenya smiled.

“They look as all true creators do—
touched by every thread they’ve ever spun
for the sake of healing.”

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✨ Moral of the Sacred Tale:

Spinning is not labor—it is creation.
Each thread we weave carries our legacy.

The Crone is not to be feared—
she is the weaver of time,
the one who remembers us when the world forgets.

A true queen does not fear the loom—
she asks to learn from it.