Makosh is a great goddess. She possesses the secret of Rule, the secret of Kolo Svarog. Both gods and people obey her commands.
She monitors the observance of customs and rituals. She has mercy and rewards those who firmly stand for ancient customs. High in the heavenly palace she sits with her assistants Dolya and Nedolya, spinning the threads of destinies.
She spins threads, winds them into a ball, not simple threads - magical ones. Our life is woven from those threads - from the beginning - birth to the end, to the final denouement - death. “The Book of Kolyada”, 1st century
Makosh - Heavenly Mother, Heavenly Law, Rule. The third face of God. The first face is the Father, the second is the Son, the third is the Mother. For the Mother is the Spirit of God who sets the World in motion. It is the Mother who gives life to the Son. And this means - the World changes, after the Father the Son appears, then the Son Himself becomes the Father and again gives birth to the Son.
Makosh knows the secret of destinies, the secret of previous lives and new incarnations. It requires a person to follow a destined path. It also gives freedom of choice between good and evil, where good is following the path of Rule, and evil is deviation from it. Those who go aside, destroy themselves and their souls - Makosh punishes mercilessly. They reincarnate on earth again, but no longer as people.
Makosh is a woman, and therefore changeable - she can bring both joy and sorrow. She has mercy and rewards only those who are strong in spirit and who are fighting for happiness. It provides a way out of the most hopeless situations, if a person does not despair, if he goes with all his strength, if he has not betrayed himself and his dream. And then Makosh sends the goddess of happiness and good luck to the person - Srecha. And then the man opens the door, takes a step and Srecha meets him.
But if a person has given up, lost faith, betrayed his dream, got tired and given up on everything - they say. The curve will take him out, then he will be bitterly disappointed. Makosh will turn away his face. And the outcast will be led through life by monstrous old women - Dashing One-Eyed, Crooked, Not Easy, Week, Nesrecha - to where the snakes lament over the graves of Karn and Jelly.
The goddess Makosh was part of the pre-Christian pantheon of Vladimir. It is mentioned in all teachings against paganism of the 9th-14th centuries. She was often mistaken for the goddess of spinning, since ethnographic records of the 19th century preserved legends about how “Mokusha goes around houses and disturbs spinning women.” In Russian villages, the custom of not leaving the tow after work has been preserved, otherwise “Mokusha will spin.” There was a belief: “If spinners are dozing and their spindle is spinning, then they say that Mokusha spun for them.”
In the “Tale of Idols” there is a record about the goddess Mokosh: “...I demand that the same gods be given and create the Slovenian language: Vilam and Mokosh and Diva, Perun. Khursu...” Here she is compared with Hecate, the Greek goddess of prosperity: “Anoint the goddess Ekatia, create this maiden and honor Makosh...”. Fate depended on Mokosh: what kind of “cat” lot you would get. Her image was supplanted by Paraskeva Friday, Mary the Mother of God.
On the sea-ocean, on the island of Buyan, lies the white-flammable stone Alatyr, on that stone there is a room, in that room there is a red maiden, the Mother of God with two sisters, they are spinning and weaving a silk thread.
From Russian conspiracies
Once upon a time there lived a woman... called Happiness and she was created as if she were a living person. Only in two places is there a visible hole: her back did not bend and she had one eye, and even that one sees upward on the crown of her head, but she grabs with her hands in vain.. (She walks and looks for her missing child) She will grab the most chilling, stupid one, who doesn’t even know how to count money.. will begin to rise up to look in the face: is it for real? It will rise above its head, look from the crown of the head with one eye, and throw it from its hands, without regret, straight to the ground: some are exhausted, others are hurt and die. No, not it!
From the parable of an old schismatic man.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru