Those who do not honor the holy nature of trans experience have not read our myths and do not know our Gods.

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Look to the Queen of all Love - Ruler of the Emotional Heart and Lustful Body - Transgender Goddess, Born of the Severed Phallus of Ouranos: Holy Aphroditê

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Look to Her Offspring - Born of Love and Communication - of Passion and Thievery - Of Courtesans and the Marketplace, The Bigendered Deity: Holy Hermaphroditus

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Look to King of the Forest - Queen of All that Society Deems Madness and Insanity - Ruler of The Outcasts, and Thrice Born: Holy Dionysus

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And on and on the stories go, from Lady Leto and Leucippus of Crete - to Lady Cybele and her Galli.

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We who transcend biology and society and reach towards the liminality of divinity - we who tend to the broken and outcast - we are the keepers of the old ways in the new age.

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And isn’t that enough? Oh, isn’t that enough.

Credit: Aön Re - Temple Hyacinthus

I wonder if They know,

The great Gods of Olympus,

I wonder if They see

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How images of yellow and purple flood my mind with joy

How flowers dotting the countryside fill me with certainty

That divinity is real, and here, and tangible

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In every bud and flower

In every blade of grass

In every gust of wind

In every summer storm

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Apollo’s warmth fills the grove

Hyacinthus’ laugh floats on the wind

Hestia’s hands craft houses into homes

And swift-footed Hermes makes thoughts become words

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In every night and moonrise

In every owl’s call

In every fire burning

In every buzzing bee

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Aphroditê’s hands guide lovers

Hekate’s keys open new doors

Dionysus fills each wineglass

And Zeus protects us all

I wonder if They know

The great Gods of Olympus

I wonder if They see

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How their love has guided

Shaped

And changed

Every part of me

Credit: Aön Re - Temple Hyacinthus