The Unity of Chud

The Unity of Chud

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I was called a crying stone once. People in my village were doing this ritual called The Unity of Chud to bring me back to a human being. Legend says that, if all villagers surround the crying stone and tie the stone onto the coconut tree that is located in the center of the Dayak village, then provide a special box for the ritual, The Chud box, and put it under the tied stone. Then, all the villagers pray and shout the spell out loud so the Chud box will shake and splash the tears of the crying stone out, making the stone wet. The crying stone will slowly begin to change back into human. After that all the villagers untied me and coated me with Kain Endek and they brought me to a place called Pondok so I could change the Kain Endek into my clothes. After that the owner of the Pondok gave me special medicine for after the ritual and told me to consume it for three days to get rid of the sense of The Unity of Chud ritual.
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