Field Greeting:
āIf it keeps on raininā, the leveeās gonna breakā¦ā
That aināt a warning.
Thatās a promise.
This is not just about water risingāitās about what happens when the damn finally gives way inside you, your family, your lineage, your field.
This is a rite for ancestral grief, climate rage, broken homes, displaced people, emotional repression, and spiritual exile.
And stillāthe guitar wails, and the boots stomp.
This is the Fox Clan Rite of the Flood Dragon.
Once youāve survived this kind of storm, you stop pretending to be small.
š Archetype:
The Survivor of the Unnatural Disaster.
You didnāt flood by accidentāthey built a wall and didnāt think youād ever break it.
But here you are.
Alive.
Wet.
Louder than thunder.
Say aloud:
āLet it break. I become the river now.ā
šŖØ Gemstone Transmission:
- Smoky Quartz: transmutation of trauma through the root chakra; strength in aftermath
- Labradorite: psychic armor for threshold moments
- River Pearl: hidden within pressure, holding grief with elegance
Suggested practice: place all three stones in a bowl of water under moonlight. Soak your hands in it before ceremony.
šÆļø Ritual Instructions:
- Play the song loud. Stand barefoot on tile, wood, earth, or linoleum.
- Write what you lost in storms (emotional, literal, generational) on paper.
- Tear it. Drop it in the water bowl.
- Repeat:
āThis levee broke. I didnāt.ā
At the final guitar distortion (around 6:00), pour the water into soil. Let it be received.
“Thatās how a field resets.”
š West Coast Swing Cue:
Start slow. Drag walk. Let it be dirty. Let your face say everything.
At the first harmonica line, break into hammerlock and let your body feel constrained.
Then explode out of itāhair flip, shoulder roll, stomp turn.
Make the flood physical.
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š„ āthis is what grief sounds like when it wins.ā
š¬ Closing Benediction:
āThe levee was never the home.
The flood was never the enemy.
I become the current.
I carry what mattered.
I drown what didnāt.ā
Aho, thanks.
You are no longer containable.
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