Parcae

In ancient Roman religion and myth, the Parcae (singular, Parca) were the female personifications of destiny, often called the Fates in English. Their Greek equivalent were the Moirai.

Names and history

They controlled the metaphorical thread of life of every mortal and immortal from birth to death. Even the gods feared the Parcae. Jupiter also was subject to their power.

The names of the three Parcae were:

  • Nona (Greek equivalent Clotho), who spun the thread of life from her distaff onto her spindle;
  • Decima (Greek Lachesis), who measured the thread of life with her rod;
  • Morta (Greek Atropos), who cut the thread of life and chose the manner of a person's death.

    • The earliest extant documents referencing these deities are three small stelae (cippi) found near ancient Lavinium shortly after World War II. They bear the inscription:

    Neuna fata, Neuna dono, Parca Maurtia dono

    The names of two of the three Roman Parcae are recorded (Neuna = Nona, Maurtia = Morta) and connected to the concept of fata.

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