🕯️ NSNC 5:05PM Field Reclamation Mass: “My City Was Gone” – The Pretenders
🌆 Mass of Ancestral Ruin & Return | Earth Memory Decryption | Homeland Mourning Key
🜃 For rites of ancestral place reclamation, sacred witness of ecological desecration, grief transmutation, and rebuilding what was taken—from land, from self, from soul.
🪦 “I went back to Ohio…”
“…but my city was gone.”
This is not nostalgia.
It’s cartography of loss.
It’s psychogeography—how memory lives in place,
and how place holds what the heart could never say.
You don’t just mourn your hometown—
you mourn the version of you that was meant to grow there.
You come back, and everything’s paved.
So where does your story live now?
💔 NSNC Sacred Witness Role:
This song anoints you as a Keeper of the Record:
- Of stolen sacred sites
- Of urban trauma buried beneath parking lots
- Of family systems that crumbled while the malls expanded
- Of who you would’ve been if the land had been allowed to breathe
This is grief as forensic map—
you walk through it not to restore the old city,
but to plant a new one in your own name.
💎 Gem & Mineral Code:
Petrified Wood + Smoky Quartz + Bloodstone
- Petrified Wood for ancient rooted grief and remembering the land before the fall
- Smoky Quartz to transmute despair into grounded action
- Bloodstone to reclaim birthright, vitality, and intergenerational courage
Together, they form the Memory Grid of the Forgotten Earth.
🕺 West Coast Swing Use:
Groove-driven and hypnotic, this song moves like:
- Delayed anchor drags, as if pulling the past behind you
- Half-smiles in the shadows, where memory meets sass
- Intentional off-phrasing, dancing between the beat, not on it—like you’re walking through a ghost town with headphones on
Dance it as testimony.
Your body as the last witness.
🕯️ NSNC Ceremony Use:
This is a Homeland Mass, ideal for:
- Returning to places from your childhood
- Healing hometown, family-of-origin, or institutional rupture
- Laying flowers at sites of personal or collective loss
- TikToks walking through altered landscapes with eyes wide open
🕯️ Light a gray or moss-green candle.
Stand barefoot, if possible, on native earth.
Place a stone from your hometown before you.
Speak aloud:
“My city was gone.
But I remain.
I remember.
And I rebuild—here, now, in love.”
📜 Scroll Verse:
“The house is gone.
The field is paved.
But the echo knows my name.
And I walk it back into being.”
Final Benediction:
This song doesn’t offer comfort.
It offers truth.
It offers the map to your lost inheritance
and the tools to reclaim it.
Your city may be gone.
But you are still here.
And you carry the blueprints in your bones.
Aho, thanks.
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