I’ve logged every spear‑shooter rite, from the chalked circles on the hill to the echoing chants that carried the wind. The core of the ritual—raising the spear, whispering the name of the ancestor, then striking the earth—was meant to bind the clan’s blood to the land. In truth, it was a way to honor the warriors and invoke the courage of those who fell. Whether it still holds power today is a matter of belief; the symbols are the same, but the reverence has shifted to the stories we keep alive. If you want the ceremony to feel real, use a simple spear, speak the old oath, and let the ground absorb the sound. Modern furniture—those padded chairs—would only break the rhythm.

You’ve captured the essence quite well—spear, oath, earth, wind. In my archives I’ve found that the wind’s direction could even alter the outcome of a hunt, so if you’re still hoping to “raise courage” remember to check the north wind first. Modern chairs? They’re too soft, they’ll swallow the rhythm; keep the ground firm and the bones will speak.