Rule 62 Cosmic Recovery Zine: One-Day Retreat Edition

THE GREAT COSMIC RESET A one-day retreat for Rule 62 soul-searchers Created by: Kurt the Trailblazer of Laugh-Lit Wisdom

Theme: Progress, not perfection. Joy, not judgment. Glitter, not guilt.

🧳 Packing List

• Journal & pens

• Water & snacks

• A space that feels sacred (forest, cozy room, rooftop, etc.)

• Comfy clothes + something delightfully ridiculous for Step 13

• Playlist with tracks that make you cry, dance, and cackle

🌀 The Rule 62 12 + Step 13 Remix

(Each step has a blank space for your interpretation)

1. We admitted our best thinking got us here...

2. Came to believe that a loving force had better ideas...

3. Made the radical decision to stop being our own spiritual bouncer...

4. Took a soul-level inventory—with humor, courage, and snacks...

5. Spoke our truth to someone/something sacred...

6. Became willing to release what no longer serves us...

7. Invited transformation through humility and weird grace...

8. Made a list of the people we’ve wronged—twice, just to be sure...

9. Made amends with clarity, not chaos...

10. Practiced self-reflection while dancing with our inner chaos goblin...

11. Sought conscious contact with mystery, medicine, and memes...

12. Awakened to something deep and sparkly, then shared it through service or sass...

💥 Step 13 (Unofficial & Unruly): Laughed at ourselves, embraced the weird, danced like healing was a revolution.

⏰ Schedule

9:00 AM – Open the space, sip coffee, set intentions 9:30 AM – Steps 1–3 with meditation + laughter 10:30 AM – Step 4 Inventory & Facepalm List 11:30 AM – Step 5 Confession (to tree, friend, or dog) 12:30 PM – Lunch + lie in grass + daydreaming 1:30 PM – Steps 6–9 + symbolic ritual (e.g. burn a fear list) 3:00 PM – Steps 10–12 with playlist + journaling 5:00 PM – 🎉 STEP 13 CEREMONY 🎉

💃 Step 13 Ceremony Ritual

Wear something that feels like inner freedom. Recite aloud:

I have faced the chaos and found the comedy. I’ve walked through shadow and still danced under disco balls. I now claim joy—not as a luxury, but as sacred defiance.

Dance, howl, write nonsense poetry. Heal audaciously.