Trans Rite of Ancestor Elevation; Trans Day of Remembrance
Tonight, I sat alone, lit a candle, and read aloud the entire list of names of trans people who were killed by acts of hatred this year. I said a blessing for each. "Honored trans ancestor, may you rise in peace, and rest in power." My throat aches from whispering. Brief as that was, it took an hour to say them all.
After, I shared candy and a glass of water with the spirits. I put the final book in the stack, and a fresh glass of water on top, elevating our trans ancestors. I cleansed the altar with salt and bells.
These days, the greater part of me doesn't believe in spirits or any unseen realm. (Being a nonbeliever feels off-brand for me, but that's another story.) Even for that secular part of me, this ritual has helped me emotionally process what is happening to my people, who my people are, and what needs to happen for us.
Remember our dead, and fight like hell for the living.
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