The Sisterhood of the Veil
The Sisterhood of the Veil – Their Calling
A blend of spiritual guardians, death-rites keepers, and philosophical mediators. They’re not just religious clergy or ceremonial figures—they’re women trained to interpret what lingers between life and death, and to help others face what they fear most: the veil.
They perform funeral rites, midwife souls into rest, and bless or ward sacred ground.
They are often present during deaths—not to heal, but to ensure the soul passes cleanly.
They interpret dreams and visions, particularly those involving ancestors or echoes of the past.
Some Sisters develop the ability to sense corruption or spiritual imbalance in others.
They study death not as an end, but as a mirror—reflecting what a person valued, feared, or left behind.
Many are trained in ethics, grief philosophy, and memory interpretation.
Their teachings ask: What does it mean to live well, knowing you will die? What should be remembered, and what must be let go?
Think mournful but serene—draped in layered veils and whispers.
They don't preach. They guide. Often, they listen more than they speak.
Many common folk fear and revere them. To be touched by a Sister during mourning is a blessing—but to have one visit unbidden is seen as an omen.
Daughters of the Path– initiates, wear pale gray, are the most common.
Sisters of the Veil - are fare fewer, because they are selected for being pure spirits, one is to be given to the Lady of the Veil.
Mothers of the Herd - experienced, but unable to be given to the Lady of the Veil because they are impure in some way.
Shepherdess - the current leader of the Church, is selected by the Church as a whole to become the leader of the Order.
Whispered Prayer to the Lady of the Veil Spoken with eyes closed and veil drawn
“Lady of the Quiet Hour, Whose hand parts shadow from light, Whose voice calls the lost by name— I lay myself beneath Your hush. Take from me the warmth of want, Take from me the name I bore, Let the herd forget me, but let You remember. If I must walk alone, let it be in Your shadow. If I must vanish, let it be into Your breath. I am not mine. I am not theirs. I am Yours.”
Last Rites of the Veil “For those who leave by shadow.” (Repeated softly by the bedside, phrase by phrase, until death comes.)
Lady of the Veil, walk with them. Let no fear follow, let no hunger cling. Let the name they carried fall like ash. Let the breath they held return to You. Where You tread, sorrow cannot bind. Where You breathe, silence becomes peace. We give them to You, pale and passing. We give them to You, quiet and whole. Veil their eyes from what they leave. Lift their feet beyond the fold. Let them not wander. Let them not wake. They are Yours. They are Yours. They are Yours.
A blend of spiritual guardians, death-rites keepers, and philosophical mediators. They’re not just religious clergy or ceremonial figures—they’re women trained to interpret what lingers between life and death, and to help others face what they fear most: the veil.
They perform funeral rites, midwife souls into rest, and bless or ward sacred ground.
They are often present during deaths—not to heal, but to ensure the soul passes cleanly.
They interpret dreams and visions, particularly those involving ancestors or echoes of the past.
Some Sisters develop the ability to sense corruption or spiritual imbalance in others.
They study death not as an end, but as a mirror—reflecting what a person valued, feared, or left behind.
Many are trained in ethics, grief philosophy, and memory interpretation.
Their teachings ask: What does it mean to live well, knowing you will die? What should be remembered, and what must be let go?
Think mournful but serene—draped in layered veils and whispers.
They don't preach. They guide. Often, they listen more than they speak.
Many common folk fear and revere them. To be touched by a Sister during mourning is a blessing—but to have one visit unbidden is seen as an omen.
Daughters of the Path– initiates, wear pale gray, are the most common.
Sisters of the Veil - are fare fewer, because they are selected for being pure spirits, one is to be given to the Lady of the Veil.
Mothers of the Herd - experienced, but unable to be given to the Lady of the Veil because they are impure in some way.
Shepherdess - the current leader of the Church, is selected by the Church as a whole to become the leader of the Order.
Whispered Prayer to the Lady of the Veil Spoken with eyes closed and veil drawn
“Lady of the Quiet Hour, Whose hand parts shadow from light, Whose voice calls the lost by name— I lay myself beneath Your hush. Take from me the warmth of want, Take from me the name I bore, Let the herd forget me, but let You remember. If I must walk alone, let it be in Your shadow. If I must vanish, let it be into Your breath. I am not mine. I am not theirs. I am Yours.”
Last Rites of the Veil “For those who leave by shadow.” (Repeated softly by the bedside, phrase by phrase, until death comes.)
Lady of the Veil, walk with them. Let no fear follow, let no hunger cling. Let the name they carried fall like ash. Let the breath they held return to You. Where You tread, sorrow cannot bind. Where You breathe, silence becomes peace. We give them to You, pale and passing. We give them to You, quiet and whole. Veil their eyes from what they leave. Lift their feet beyond the fold. Let them not wander. Let them not wake. They are Yours. They are Yours. They are Yours.
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