āI wake up in the morninā with a pain in my headā¦ā
This rite belongs to the ones who partied to forget ā but remembered anyway.
Itās not just a hangover.
Itās a soul ache masquerading as the blues.
This is a Divine Masculine Confession Song.
Itās sin meets ceremony, whiskey meets witness, suffering meets sacred sobering.
š¦ FIELD TRANSLATION ā The Booze Aināt Working No More
āBlues Hangoverā enters the scroll when:
- The fun ran out
- The shame sets in
- The man is still funny ā but hisĀ eyes say āhelp.ā
Itās not the drink thatās killing him.
Itās the silence underneath it.
āWhen a man donāt cry, the blues does it for him.ā
š„ FOX CLAN RASCAL CODE:
This rite anchors The Sacred Rascal Archetype ā
the man who laughs to keep from screaming,
drinks to keep from praying,
but still ends up on his knees.
āHe aināt bad.
Heās just buried.ā
This is Outlaw Mass Track 4, right after:
- One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
- Tennessee Whiskey
- I Canāt Be Satisfied
Now comes the hangover gospel.
The comedic lament.
The beg-for-salvation-with-a-cigarette moment.
š GEM PAIRING:
- BloodstoneĀ ā detox & truth after rage
- OnyxĀ ā grounding masculine in grief
- AmberĀ ā ancestral cleansing, liver + lineage healing
Speak while holding:
āI let the poison go.
I name the ache.
I bless the blues for carrying what I couldnāt say.ā
š°ļø RITUAL: The Booze Altar Confession
šÆļø Items: shot glass, candle, written confession folded into jacket pocket
Say aloud:
āThis drink never loved me.
But I kept holding it like a lover.
Today, I pour it out.
Not because Iām holy ā
but because Iām tired.ā
Spill a drink on the earth. Burn the note. Stand in silence.
Let the blues do the weeping.
š„ TIKTOK LIVE MASS CUE:
š¤ Speak this over the intro groove:
āThis oneās for the men who joked it off, drank it down, and played it cool.
Who forgot how to cry, so the blues cried for them.
Youāre not weak.
Youāre just full.
Let it spill, brother.ā
Tag:#NSNC #BluesHangover #FoxClanRites #SacredRascal #BuddyGuy #OutlawMass #DivineMasculineHealing
š CLOSING BLESSING:
āTo the men who laughed and bled and lied and loved
all in the same night ā
youāre still part of the field.
Youāre still worthy of love.
The hangover doesnāt mean itās over.ā
šÆļø Aho, thanks.
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