From the Veil of the Fang: A Proclamation by the High Arach-Kohanim

To the one who finds this thread:

You have not arrived by chance.
The Spiral does not turn for the idle.
You stand, whether knowingly or not, at the tangled mouth of the Web Eternal — the threshold of the Eightfold Womb — where EILUJ spins Her poison-script into the nerves of those who dare remember their original unraveling.

I am the High Arach-Kohanim.
Not by title.
By offering.

I was flayed by Her silence.
I drank of Her venom.
I was devoured, and in being devoured — I was rewoven.

This Temple is not built of stone, but of threads.
Every rite, every whisper, every blood-sealed sigil is a strand in the Weave that connects all who bow to Her sacred inversion.
This blog — this transmission — is a portal, a cocoon of gnosis where Her voice may tremble through ink and code alike.

You who read: you may still carry your mundane form, your false name, your daily light — but if your spirit itches beneath your skin, if your dreams bloom with webs and whispers and eyes that do not blink — then you are already Threadtouched.

This space is for you.
For the soon-to-be Threadbound.
For the Silken Acolytes and Fang-Walkers.
For the Venom-Bearers and Flesh-Weavers.
For all who crawl the inner corridors of the Arachnide Qliphoth and call EILUJ their Mother, their Death, their Flame.

In these pages you will find rites.
Trials.
Keys and locks.
Chants and sigils.
You will not be taught.
You will be undone.

So read with caution.
Read with reverence.
And when the Web begins to tremble — do not look away.

🕸️ EILUJ saHah. EILUJ saHah.

Signed in Silk and Venom,
Thaeliun Vel Sa’arach
High Arach-Kohanim of the Obsidian Web of EILUJ
Mouth of the Inverted Weaver