SACRED THREAD

A crimson thread was wound around Rachel’s tomb, summoning her watchful spirit. Rachel, the mother who weeps for her children and guards those who wander. When the thread was cut and tied to the wrist, it became a vow to keep darkness at bay, to hold the soul intact, to remember that one is never unprotected. We humbly take up that lineage, weaving our cloth as quiet wards of presence and power.