A life in threes

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So You Want to Honor The Trans Dead?

Thank you for this post!
Reblogging as the importance of this work can not be understated.
I am going to do my best to participate in this working to the best of my ability, and i encourage anyone else who is moved to do so to participate as well.


The Transgender Rite of Ancestor Elevation: An Open Letter to the Curious

By Alder Night

Hello, friends! I’m so excited that you’re interested in the Elevation! It’s coming up really soon, and we’d love for you to be involved.

Essentially, the Transgender Rite of Ancestor Elevation (or Trans Rite of Elevation – TRoE for short) is a collaborative nine-day ancestor elevation ritual, styled after rituals in the Espiritismo Cruzada (Blended Spiritism) tradition, which is open. It originated as the brainchild of a small group of trans spirit-workers, myself included, at the Polytheist Leadership Conference in the summer of 2014. The thought was, the trans dead, trans women of color in particular, are a “uniquely traumatized group of spirits who often” die in awful and painful ways after dealing with a lifetime of people trying to deny their humanity. That kind of pain and rage and shame and trauma

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I just finished watching the final episode of Broadchurch. 

I cried practically throughout the whole episode.  It was intense.


Yesterday afternoon, I came upon two wrecked cars on the side of the road while I was walking home from the store. It was raining, and difficult to see.  I’m certain that this is what caused the accident.

One of the cars looked as if its whole front end had been ripped off, while the other just looked crumpled, as if these were cheap child’s toys, rather than full-size cars.   Both were resting upright in the drainage ditch, wrapped in yellow police tape.  

As I got closer, I realized that one of them was a Chevrolet of a particular dark blue.   My heart instantly froze in my chest, as I suddenly thought of my oldest son’s car.

But then I realized that it was not.

My heart thankfully resumed somewhat after, though it still occurred to me that this car wreck had still, likely injured someone rather badly.   That observation alone cast a gloom over the rest of my thoughts on the way home. 

Letting sights like that get to me feels like weakness lately, and it has been work to push them aside.


And then, this morning, another accident occurred up the road.  There was another car upended in another drainage ditch, and there were more sirens.  

This time, there was broken glass, and blood still in the grass.  I pray that the driver will be OK.  I always do.

I have always tried to let these sights pass through me.  I try not to let them shake me up.

But, lately, they do.

I tell myself that I must work harder at not letting such things affect me so.


I have been crying too much over such things.