EPILOGUE RITUAL – On Collapse Post

Rite of Still Witnessing

Find a quiet ruin — not literal, but symbolic.
It might be a corner of your room where something is unfinished.
A journal entry you abandoned.
A place you walk past daily but never enter.
Sit with it for nine breaths.
Eyes open. No fixing. No meaning-making.
Just count.
Whisper, not to the space, but to yourself:
I release the burden of resolution.
I honor the shape that breaks.
I carry nothing across that cannot break again.
On the tenth breath, close your eyes and place your hand on the surface nearest to you — wall, page, table, stone — and say:
This, too, is still holding.
Leave a symbol behind.
A mark only you understand.
A word in pencil.
A stone moved slightly out of place.
A line crossed through but not erased.

This ritual is not a spell.
It is a lens.
Do not look for transformation.
Look for echo.