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At the Grand Sabbat, the tribal gathering of Witches, everyone wears a red thread around the pulse point of the wrist. Thus do we know one another, the People of the Red Thread. Adults, children, babes in arms: all wear the thread.

All but one.

The Horned on the altar, He wears no thread.


On arrival, you are posed the question that any witch can answer. Having duly replied, you receive your thread.

I tie this knot in Old Hornie's name:

aye, till he fetch thee home again.

Behold: your passport to the Sabbat.

Thereafter, you wear the thread until you're safely home. Wear it till it falls of its own accord, and He'll grant you an asking, they say.

(If you feel it plucked, they say, look around and see.)

Yet He Himself wears none.


What is the Red Thread?

The Red Thread is the blood line, the Witch Blood: the Blood that flows from Him, Old Warlock, Wellspring, Father of Witches.

Why, then, does He wear none?

Well, let me put it this way: does Jesus wear a crucifix?

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Say It with Symbols

The sabbat site was off a rural road. We needed something to mark the entrance, something that would say, to those in the know, “Here Be Witches."

A sign?

A bunch of helium balloons?

In the end, I nailed a deer skull to the top of a fencepost. From every tine, a long red ribbon fluttered.

Even the youngest among us can read that rune.

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Red Thread

Back when our youngest coven kid was first learning to talk, the two of us went over to the park one day to watch the rehearsal for the big May Day ceremony. As the costumed performers came in one by one, we played Name the Animal.

“Who's that?” I ask.

“Bear,” he says.

“Who's that?” I ask.

“Wolf,” he says.

“Who's that?” I ask.

“God,” he says.

It was Deer.

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Veritas is boldly tattooed on my left forearm. In time it evolved to be surrounded by acanthus leaves and three pomegranates, creating a half sleeve down to wrist. In shades of grey, it is only augmented by single red thread.

Often, I am asked what it all means. Both the tattoo and the thread?  Many mistakenly assume I came to Qabalah through Madonna and that veritas refers to being a wino, in vino veritas or Harvard alumni whose motto is veritas. All are false. I am not a big fan of the Material Girl, or wine, and I did not go to Harvard.

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