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Kindred Spirits Origin Myth
From the beginning, the two were always one — only back and forth, in and out, like the tides. When the one becomes two — like heaven and earth, man and woman — the whole remains one in the mists of twilight, the breath of the seahorse, the cries of the shaman, the laughter of the sacred clown, and the oracles of Hermaphrodite.
By the time we aqppeared on their televisions and movie screens, they called us “transgender”. Our shapeshifting both intrigued and confounded. Our naked truth both shocked and awakened — that we were them and they were us. That we were re-emerging as their parents and children, their friends and neighbors, their healers and teachers, artists and wizards — that we were everywhere.
In that place and time, we began gathering from the four corners. We shared our joy and pain, our self-discoveries and visions of community. We began to reclaim our honor and rightful place among the human beings. But something was missing. The trans people couldn’t remember their higher calling. They were just swapping between two genders.
And so a faery appeared unto them from across the eastern sea and asked them, “What gender am I ?” “Neither”, they said. “And am I of spirit or flesh?” “Both”, they said. “You are of my tribe”, said the faery. “We are kindred spirits. Follow me to the Hall of Sunnybank, and there we will rejoin our sacred circle.”
It was in the year of their lord 1993, nestled in the oldest mountains on Earth, that 13 kindred spirits joined their laughter and tears in holy revelation. “I remember you”, they all said. “But do we remember who we are ?” And as their campfire glowed more deeply, they did remember. “We are family. We are the clan who has lost our name — even our pronouns. How can we rekindle our visions and share them with the world ?”
At that moment, a swift hawk swooped in from the western desert, knelt before them, and sang a song in a foreign tongue that could only be felt — not understood. The hawk sang:
“Your ancestors welcome you home. Your energy is needed now in the world, to help restore balance and harmony. Your lineage is older than the fall of Adam and Eve, so you can help them. Show the men and the women how they are one, and remind them that they are one with all beings. You have the power. Heal each other, and as you do so, go forth and help heal the world.”