Trans March Chant

Trans March is coming soon, and we'll be out there in the streets. We hope to see you there!

Here's a chant for anyone who wants to use:

We want justice/ for our people/ sex worker liberation
We want peace/ in the streets/ no cops beating us down 
We want safety/ for our children/ bathroom access for all
We want freedom/ from oppression/ we won't take it anymore!

DSRT Rite of the Journey at TransMarch this Friday!

Come As You Are to...
The Divine Spiraling Rainbow Tribe's Rite of the Journey

Friday, June 23, 5:00-6:00PM (we’ll close in time to join the TransMarch!)
Outdoors at the San Francisco Trans March
(Look for the cackling ones in witch hats, near the corner of 18th/Dolores)

Rite of the Journey: How can we navigate crossing borders/boundaries with grace and authenticity? How can we recognize and respect our own and other’s personal boundaries as we move between spaces? How can we nurture our heart connections while we journey? People of any gender or none—and especially folks of mxgender/enby/non-binary genders— are welcome to join us in celebrating the shared experience of our individual journeys, honoring the Genderqueer deity, Pancrates (All-Power) of the Tetrad++ transgender pantheon.

For more information about this outdoor event and ceremony in San Francisco, please email cayacoven@gmail.com

Also! Visit us at our booth at the TransMarch Resource Fair from 2:00-5:00PM to receive blessings and get info on upcoming rituals and events. Sacred mxgender sing-along at 2:00PM. Look for the CAYA Coven banner. Blessed be!

CAYA Coven Co-Sponsors San Francisco Trans March

The Divine Spiraling Rainbow Tribe, a Mxgender Mxtery Tradition within CAYA Coven, joined Planned Parenthood, Good Vibrations and others to sponsor the 2016 San Francisco Trans March. Priest/ess/xes provided marchers a chance to meet the queer, transgender, mxgender, non-binary witches next door and get a taste of what CAYA Coven has to offer.

CAYA members offered blessings for good health, love, home, abundance, and tarot readings on the spot. Marchers were also given protection charms, handmade and blessed by CAYA members.

“People were curious and a bit shy in coming up to the booth, but once they saw that we were just part of the community, all of us are queer, non-binary, and/or trans, they were really interested in what we had to offer. This may the first time many of these folks have been in contact with priest/ess/exes from a tradition that fully embraces and celebrates them,” says Divine Spiraling Rainbow Tribe Dedicant Root. “Blessing people with glitter was magical and very queer,” adds founder and Initiate Melissa ra Karit, referring to one of five blessings offered that day. Blessings of health, prosperity, love, home, and - the glitter blessing - a blessing to shine with your own inner sparkliness, were all on tap for Trans March attendees.

A Spell for Freedom and Justice

Our trans kin are under attack in North Carolina, Mississippi, and beyond. The most basic freedoms are being taken in the name of "protection" when in reality, an already vulnerable population is being put at further risk.

To counter these horrible injustices, I offer a spell of freedom and justice for our transgender selves and loved ones. It can be performed once or repeated during this waxing moon to build up the energy to be released on the full moon (April 21st at 10:30PM).

In this spell we call on Libertas, Lady Liberty, Greek Goddess of Freedom. Libertas is celebrated on April 13th, so this work is timely. Her best known modern representation is in a work of art called "La Liberté éclairant le monde" which translates to Liberty Enlightening the World - you'll recognize it by the more common title "The Statue of Liberty".

For my altar, I created a candle with Liberty Enlightening the World to burn during the working.

Center yourself and create sacred space.

Libertas! Libertas! Libertas!
I/we call upon you, sweet Libertas!
Goddess of Freedom, Lady Liberty

Grant all trans people these basic freedoms:
Equal protection under the law!
Equal status in society!
Justice for those taken away!
Courage to those of us who still stand.

Libertas, bring freedom and justice for all.

Take a few minutes to meditate on each of these areas. Picture that new reality coming into being. What role can you play in bringing it forward?

When you're ready, thank Libertas for her time and energy.

Hail and farewell Libertas!

Open sacred space.

Blessed be.

A Pagan Trans March

This is my fourth Trans March. The first year, I came early and listened to all the speakers and musicians and reveled in being around people. That year, Trans March was like a secret in my heart: I knew I was like them, but almost no one else knew. The next few times I went to Trans March, I butched it up. I studied men and the way they moved and tried, if not quite to pass as male, then at least to pass as gender non-conforming. I got "sirred" on the train home. I came out. I walked with my girlfriend and her other girlfriend.

Then I really came out. I changed pronouns. I told my mom. I did some hard internal work. I started getting the occasional "sir" in my everyday life, despite making no attempt to hide my breasts. Kids got confused about my gender. (They're smarter than grown ups about some things.) I settled into my gender on some deep, fundamental level.

This year, when I went to Trans March, it was different. I wore my standard outfit: tight jeans, a white undershirt, and my brown leather jacket, the one that my dad gave me years ago. I also wore a leather mini-skirt over the jeans, and dark eyeliner. And my pentacle necklace. I felt giddy, applying the eyeliner, knowing down to my bones that I didn't need to pass as anything at all. I just was. I just am. I'm genderqueer. It's not my tie or my hair or my cock or my skirt that make me genderqueer. Those are accessories. They're helpful as signifiers, though I mostly combine them in ways that signify "I am outside the binary." They can be a wave to fellow outsiders. But I don't need them to be who I am.

On the way out the door, passing by my Hermes altar, I snatched a feather and came up with two. I left the first at the crossroads near my home, praying for a good march. As we twined through the streets and stalled momentarily in the San Francisco fog, I looked back. I was near the front of the march. We were almost at the top of the hill. Snaking back behind me were hundreds, maybe a thousand, trans folks of all stripes and types. People like me, glittering in the streets. With a laugh, I lifted the second feather high and let it go, letting it fly away in the wind.