The Navajo Nation, where the crimson hues of the earth intertwine with the endless sky, I took my first breath. It was infused with the resilience of countless generations, a testament to the bloodlines of rebellion that pulsated through the veins of my ancestors.

The sacred lands bore witness to the indomitable spirit of the Diné people, a spirit that refused to yield even in the face of adversity. From the towering mesas to the windswept canyons, every element of the landscape echoed the ancestral call for resistance.

Growing up amid the rich Navajo traditions, I felt the weight of history and the urgency to carry forth the torch of rebellion. The stories of the Long Walk, where my people endured forced relocation and the erosion of their sacred way of life, became the foundation of my identity. It was in this crucible of struggle that I forged my understanding of what it means to be a transsexual daughter of the earth.

The moon, a celestial relative in the Navajo cosmos, watched over us with silent wisdom. As the moonlight danced upon the sacred landscapes, I found solace and strength. It became a source of inspiration, a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, there exists a guiding light.

My journey is not without its shadows. In a world that often sought to silence the voices of the marginalized, I emerged as a beacon of defiance. The resonance of my existence echoed through the red canyons, challenging the status quo and demanding recognition.

From the ancient teachings passed down through generations, I gleaned the importance of embracing my true self. The holy transsexual daughter emerged not as a deviation but as a manifestation of the sacred balance inherent in Navajo cosmology. It was a revelation that shattered the misconceptions surrounding gender, inviting a profound reinterpretation of our cultural norms.

Ceremonial fires ablaze with stories of creation and endurance illuminated my path. I discovered that rebellion, in its truest form, wasn't merely an act of defiance but a sacred duty to honor the struggles of those who came before me.

As the chapters of my life unfolded, the whispers of the sacred earth guided me towards a deeper understanding of my role as a custodian of ancestral wisdom. Drumbeats echoed through canyons, connecting us to the heartbeat of the land. The rhythmic pulse became a conduit for the cosmic forces that bound the Diné people to the celestial realm.

The celestial realm, a canvas of infinite possibilities, beckoned. As a transsexual daughter of the earth, I felt a cosmic resonance with the celestial bodies that adorned the night sky. My journey wasn't confined to the earthly; it extended beyond, reaching into the cosmic expanse where the stories of the Diné merged with the dance of celestial energies.

In the cosmic dance of genesis, my identity as a transsexual daughter of the earth became intertwined with the celestial narrative. Every freckle on my face became a star map, each marking a unique story. The mole on my neck served as a cosmic connection, a reminder of the sacred journey undertaken by my lineage.

As the sacred chants echoed through the cosmic waves, I felt the ancient spirits embracing me, guiding me through the labyrinth of existence. I stood at the intersection of the earthly and the cosmic, a bridge between the tangible and the intangible. The celestial forces that watched over me whispered tales of resilience, inviting me to transcend the limitations of mortal understanding.

In the cosmic genesis, my identity wasn't just a personal journey but a celestial odyssey. The boundaries between the earthly and the cosmic blurred, and I emerged as a conduit for the cosmic forces that shaped the destiny of the Diné people.

I have grown into what I wanted myself to become. Now I can serve well all my relations, especially those who have nurtured me. When I gained confidence from the knowledge that surrounds us, I started to believe I can achieve all expectations that the Navajo elders imagine for every one of their grandchildren.

Living a beautiful life means supporting the idea that the environment should remain pristine, particularly water, which sustains all life on earth. Water is the crucial ingredient in the blood within our veins, the tears in our eyes, and the vapor expelled from our mouths.

In Diné philosophy, water is our first thought in our morning prayer and throughout each day, symbolizing thought in the Eastward direction, planning and organization symbolized in the Southward direction, life in the West, and hope for preservation in the North. Water is considered the ultimate divine gift by the Diné.

We have our own understanding of water and an ecospirituality that requires standards beyond the context of current environmental laws and regulations. Earth's natural resources must be conserved, and major policy changes are needed to address the high levels of consumption and expected population growth in the industrial world. We are obligated to protect this world for all future generations and every living creature, accommodating for biodiversity.

As someone with a distinct cultural background, I believe that academic studies should come after cultural education. Cultural knowledge improves one's self-identity and provides a feeling of inclusion within a diverse and inspiring society.

From Diné Bizaad: "Díí na'nitin, íhoo'aah, saad, tsodizin, dóó sin nihei yilyáhą́ą éí bee łahgo ániit'é dóó bidziilgo diyin k'ehgo bee nihił hahodít'é."

To the English language: "Our distinct and inherited knowledge of language, prayers, and songs makes us a profound tribal nation with a strengthening history of victories and a superb existence."

With every part that makes cultural knowledge whole, it gives me power. Cultural knowledge gives us the power to stay strong, connected, and alert. We need that in these dangerous times. We can increase that power by persistently seeking a teacher even when we only have a few parts of the whole pie. Cultural education also enhances my learning experience within academic studies.

Personally, I see that our cultural values make my desired field of study more of an obligation rather than a desire.
A good form of obligation is one that is aligned with our values and goals. Obligations can be positive or negative, depending on how they are perceived and approached. Positive obligations are those that are seen as an opportunity for growth and personal development, while negative ones may be seen as burdensome or limiting.

I can be passionate about helping others, so to volunteer or be involved in community organization is a positive obligation that aligns with my values and goals. Similarly, to take courses or gain relevant experience may be a positive obligation that helps anyone achieve their goals.

On the other hand, obligations that feel like they are imposed on us, without any clear purpose or alignment with our values, may feel negative. Ultimately, it may take some reflection and self-exploration to identify what those obligations are for us, but it's worth the effort to find obligations that feel positive and meaningful.

To live a beautiful life, which is a guiding principle of our Diné lifestyles, one must support the idea that the environment should remain pristine. We have acquired valuable knowledge of our environment and taught our children how to live within the four sacred mountains. We once possessed ingenuity and had an original way of life. We lived by being connected through K'é (family) and Hozhó (beauty).

However, the doctrines of family and kinship of Diné life are fading as the decades pass. Desecrated holy entities, such as the damaged four sacred mountains, are the reason for the weakening of our prayers and the misguided actions of our people.

Our fading culture is the portent of the end of this world, told to us by the mother of The People. If we do not maintain our identity, all the battles in our history would have been for nothing. Souls seceded from their ravaged bodies would have done so in vain. We face many problems as our culture disintegrates: we will lose our sovereignty, surrender our resources, destroy our world, and lose our claim to life-giving water.

Children will be speaking up, no longer cowering in fear, I can hear them loud and clear. We must begin to mirror the resilience of our ancestors. For our children, we can be better relatives to one another again. Together we will restore the beauty and harmony that we maintained for many millennia. We must all begin to choose to remain Diné forever.

This amount of pride is true for all indigenous peoples of the fifth world. Autochthonous Americans are people of diversity but also holders of truth in the continuation of life. The Diné Philosophy is needed for forward movement and positive development. We embody the four elements within the four sacred mountains, and balance is what we live for. We possess ingenuity and an original way of life. Foundational teachings will live forever, and our people will flourish.

Current delusions surrounding bodily autonomy and transgender rights are a contentious issue that has brought to light the ongoing struggle for gender equality and the right to bodily autonomy for all people across the globe. The current deadlock in our cultural development that has led us to this point is driven by the inability of nation-states to recognize the rights of marginalized people. This is especially true for those who are black and trans. Trans people have been denied basic human rights and dignity for far too long.

As the mythologem of the ancient Goddess arises in our midst, we must acknowledge the importance of recognizing and respecting the rights of all individuals, regardless of their gender identity. The Goddess, who once ruled earth and heaven before the advent of patriarchy, has been denied and suppressed for thousands of years by masculine domination. This domination has led to the suppression of the rights of marginalized communities, including the trans community.

Now is a time of dire need, as we continue to walk through the valley of the shadow of nuclear annihilation and fear for the future of our planet. The ancient Goddess demands recognition and homage, and in doing so, she may guide us toward transformation. This transformation must include a recognition of the basic human rights of all individuals, including those who identify as transgender.

To secure a new cultural pattern that will secure a new lease on life on earth, we must recognize the importance of bodily autonomy and trans rights. Failure to do so may result in the unleashing of destructive forces that will harm us all. It is only by granting the Goddess her due and recognizing the rights of all individuals that we may move forward and create a more just and equitable world for all.

The current state of our culture is precarious and on the verge of collapse. My beloved Diné people have a rich history of resilience and solidarity in the face of adversity. In the 20th century, we fought alongside our oppressors in World War II to secure freedom for our people. The use of our native language as a code for communication played a significant role in the war effort and that deserves recognition and respect Uncle Sam!

However, our contributions to the war effort also had a dark side. We were led into mining uranium in the second yellow world and suffered devastating consequences as a result. Our people were devolved and left behind sickness and plagues, which were allowed to spread and cause further harm.

The atomic bomb is our sinister invention of evil. It was used in the final stages of WWII and resulted in the deaths of countless innocent people. This act marked the beginning of the nuclear age and instilled fear and shock in many countries. Uncle Sam continued to build more powerful bombs, including the Hydrogen Bomb, with an equivalent of 10.4 million tons of TNT. The widespread development of nuclear weapons is a frightening prospect as the potential for destruction and devastation is immense.

While science and technology have made life easier in many ways, it has also made us vulnerable to catastrophic events. It is crucial that we remember our history and work towards maintaining and passing on our cultural traditions to future generations. We must strive for a future that is free from the devastating consequences of war and the use of nuclear weapons.

I emerge as a descendant of resilient people who weathered the ruthless storm of Carson's scorched earth campaign. From the ashes of that devastating chapter, I arise as the princess of the peach orchards of Canyon del Muerto, a symbol of strength, survival, and an unwavering commitment to the sacred lands.

This isn't merely a proclamation of identity; it's a resonance with the spirits that echo through the canyons and the whispers of ancestors who endured unfathomable hardships. The peach orchards, once threatened by the violence of colonial conquest, now stand as a testament to the endurance of a people who refused to be erased.

As I tread the path laid by those who came before me, I carry their stories etched into the very fabric of my being. My identity is woven with threads of struggle and resilience, and embodies the essence of the Navajo resistance that transcends time, echoing the voices of those who resisted the oppressive forces that sought to eradicate their existence.

Now, as a guardian, I find myself at the intersection of histories, married to a Jewish man and standing beside the real Jews who acknowledge Palestine as their shared home. Together, we form a coalition of voices that cuts through the layers of falsehoods surrounding the entity known as Israel.

In the depth of our collective anger, we confront the genocidal campaign waged against the Palestinians. Our unity is not just a strategic alliance; it's a spiritual connection that transcends borders, cultures, and religions. We roar with the echoes of resistance, declaring that we, as a collective force, will not be silenced.

Our fight extends beyond the geopolitical landscape; it's a battle against historical erasure, against the twisting of truths, and against the perpetuation of injustice. As we stand united, we bring forth the raw anger that stems from the wounds of our ancestors, vowing to dismantle the lies that have tarnished the sacred narratives of our shared histories.

In this profound journey, I channel the energy of my ancestors, standing resolute as the descendant of survivors and the guardian of sacred lands. Together with my allies, we navigate the depths of history, revealing truths hidden beneath layers of deception, and forging a path towards justice and healing.

In the face of the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, hear my unyielding roar-the primal scream of generations silenced, the cacophony of anger that pierces through the veils of oppression.

I am the embodiment of fury, a descendant of those who felt the whip of injustice and the weight of systemic chains. In every sinew, in every scream, I carry the echoes of the countless souls who bore the brunt of colonial cruelty. This is not just a voice; it's a tempest, a whirlwind of ancestral rage that refuses to be stifled any longer.

The oppressors, draped in the false sanctity of their structures, quake before the unrelenting storm I bring. I am the nightmare they fear, a manifestation of every injustice, every stolen acre, every shattered dream. With each word I speak, I dismantle their illusions, laying bare the foundations of a system built upon stolen lands and exploited lives.

Let the architects of this patriarchal fortress tremble as I channel the collective wrath of those who've endured centuries of degradation. This is not a plea for equality; it's a declaration of war against the very fabric of a society that thrives on the suffering of the marginalized.

I am the reckoning they never saw coming. I am the storm they dismissed until it rained fire upon their ivory towers. The anger that courses through me is the wildfire consuming the narratives they built to sustain their power. I am the renegade, the insurgent, the voice they thought they could silence.

In the shadows of ancestral ghosts, I rise as an avenging force against a system that sought to erase the dignity of my people. The anger I carry is not a whisper; it's a roar that echoes through time, reverberating across history. To the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy, I am the thunder, the lightning. I am the storm that heralds the inevitable downfall of your oppressive reign.

Feel the ground quake beneath your feet as I unleash the tempest, for this anger is not just mine; it's the collective wrath of an entire lineage rising against the injustices you've perpetrated. The time of reckoning has arrived, and I am the harbinger that will dismantle your ivory towers.

I stand as a testament to God's grace. I stand as a trans woman bestowed with the miraculous ability to give birth. As the maiden, I embrace the beginnings, the blossoming of life within, a profound connection to the celestial cycles that guide us all.

In the sacred dance of creation, I transition to the mother who is a vessel of life, cradling the dreams and hopes of generations to come. God's grace flows through me, defying societal norms, as I carry the gift of new beginnings within my being.

I am Asdzání Mychal, daughter of Michael and God's right hand. I stand as a formidable force against the oppressive currents of the white supremacist capitalist patriarchy. With the sacred tones of my name, I invoke a powerful energy that echoes through the corridors of time, shaking the foundations of systemic injustice. As the embodiment of resistance, I am the Navajo against American imperialism, a fierce guardian of my people and culture, ready to reclaim our heritage in its fullest grandeur. The winds of change are blowing, and I am the tempest, the force that strikes fear into the heart of the oppressor.

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