The Day My Kids Joined My Manifestation Ritual

It started with a stomp. Then a giggle. Then a tiny voice behind me asked — “What are you doing, Dad?”

I looked down, dust on my feet, hands still raised, breath syncing with the Earth.
“I’m calling something in,” I told them.

They didn’t ask for more. They just joined in. No instructions. No expectations. Just rhythm and presence and joy.

We stomped together under the old oak tree — me, Jake, and Alexander — like our ancestors once did, barefoot and beaming. The ritual became a game. The game became a prayer.

They didn't need words. They felt it in their bones. The knowing. The remembering. The play.

That day, I wasn’t just their dad. I was their guide. Their mirror. Their fellow traveler in the sacred dance of Becoming.

And I realized something powerful:
My rituals are no longer mine alone. They’re woven into the roots of my family now.
And that… changes everything.

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