The ancients weaved a memorable tale that was told whenever a person attempted to transcend their human limitations or during those rare times when a mortal behaved as if they were above the reproach of the Gods.
And the story they told was of a brazen girl named Arachne.
Long ago, Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom was told of a mortal’s foolish actions. The armor clad deity was informed about a girl named Arachne, who although orphaned as a young child, learned to weave intricate patterns in cloth in order to make her way in the world. Arachne’s exceptional talent in this difficult art form became highly skilled over time, honed by her tenacity and consistent hard work. The girl’s weaving abilities became so wildly popular, Arachne decided to showcase her masterful artistry by opening her own gallery in ancient Athens called “The Weave”.
It was at “The Weave” that Athena’s High Priestesses approached Arachne, recommending she donate a small portion of her ever-increasing abundance as a token of thanksgiving to honor the city’s patron deity. They explained the money would be put to immediate use since it would help maintain the upkeep of the Goddess of Wisdom’s great temple called “The Parthenon” which still stands to this very day.
Unfortunately, the High priestesses charitable request was not well received.
Arachne responded to their suggestion by demanding they remove themselves from her gallery and never return, since it was quite obvious her magnificent weaving skills didn’t need the help of some washed up goddess with a run-down temple.
After learning of this defiant display of hubris, the Goddess of both War and Wisdom had to see for herself if this mortal girl was indeed so daring as to intimate that she was greater than the very Gods. Upon descending from the Heavens, Athena concealed her divinity and took human form.
The Goddess entered The Weave disguised as a kindly natured, wrinkled crone who was very advanced in human years. As Athena slowly shuffled into the gallery masked in the form of a frail old woman, Arachne approached the concealed deity and asked in her general direction rather disingenuously, “Can I help you?”
“Perhaps you can, Miss” Athena responded in a gentle, grandmotherly voice, “I was interested in weaving a lovely scene involving owls and...”
“Owls?” Arachne interrupted. “No one weaves owl scenes anymore. Phoenix imagery is what’s in these days. Fire Birds are what you see on the latest models of luxury chariot and are the only design icon used in high tunic fashion this season.” the girl retorted.
“That may be so”, the crone feigned in agreement, “but the owl is the favored animal of the great goddess whom our fair city is named after, Athena, and...”
Arachne once again interrupted the goddess in mid-sentence as she threw her head back and overdramatically laughed before scoffingly saying:
“Here we go again!” The girl marveled in mocking disbelief. “Yet another one wasting their time and energy trying to please those nothings from the past, the great and mighty “Gods”. Look around, Lady! This amazing gallery and everything in it is here because of me and my incredible talent and not because of some dusty old goddess or me weaving pictures of her furball coughing birds.”
The elderly woman flatly stared at Arachne, unresponsive and unplused by the girl’s self-adulation.
“Fine. Owls it is, Grandma.” Arachne’s eyes rolled harder than the fastest moving chariot wheel as she brusquely went behind the gallery’s main counter and through the curtain of the ancient weaving supply room. Despite being out of view, the foolhardy girl continued to openly insult the gods as she grabbed the proper needles and necessary weaving materials.
“Besides, why would anyone want to pay homage to a goddess that dresses like that battle axe Athena, anyway?” Arachne mused aloud from behind the supply room curtain. “You’d think with all that military armor she’s got on, the Goddess of Wisdom’s really a eunuch and not even a…”
“Woman?” Athena said, finishing the indiscrete mortal’s sentence.
Arachne emerged from the supply room only to discover the decrepit old lady had now transformed into the Goddess of Wisdom, herself, glorious in her divinity and resplendent in her shining armor of breast plate, spear, and helmet.
Arachne’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she was rendered slack-jawed and motionless.
But only for just a few moments…
Much to Athena’s shock, instead of begging for her merciful indulgence the impetuous girl flung the weaving supplies at the goddess’ feet, looked her in the eye and in utter defiance challenged the deity saying,
“You think you’re better than me?? The great Arachne begs to differ. I challenge the goddess to see who’s the better weaver.”
Athena was so taken aback by the girl’s brazen effrontery,she actually began to respond in acceptance to Arachne’s weave off challenge. Upon remembering her divinity however, the goddess of wisdom stood back, lifted her spear high over her head and decreed:
“Hear me, vain and foolish mortal girl! You dare compare your skills to mine, and within the walls of my own city? You shall repent your boast! The great Arachne shall continue to weave her creations unlike any mortal, each of which shall be undone by the slightest wind or the softest rain, for which she is doomed to create again and again, for all Eternity.”
Arachne immediately sensed something was very amiss as she felt her abdomen begin to harden while falling helplessly to the ground. Screaming in anguish the girl’s sides began to split open with a most intensely burning pain. Numerous leg-like appendages then proceeded to spring forth from her body, which of itself, shrank more and more until the former human now bore 8 legs and was reduced to the size of her formerly human hand.
Thus, the first Arachnid, or spider, had been created.
We mortals must always remember we are the vessels of divine inspiration and never the source. Surely as the spider’s web is uplifted by a balmy breeze in mid-Spring or washed away after a gentle Autumn rain.
*Brad Kronen’s book “Love in the Stars” published by Llewellyn Worldwide, Inc. is available for purchase at your local book seller or online at amazon.com at the link listed below.