Celebrations, Emancipation, Freedom, Memories

Memories of Week 14, 2015: Set Free to COME HOME for the FIRST TIME



Here are memories, I wrote on Facebook,  from March, 23rd, 2015 (week 14), after setting myself free from being so sick, and seen as the wrong gender.  At this point, I am now embracing my bodies natural higher testosterone, as well as injecting more.   What a glorious thing to not worry about being an “inappropriate female”,  or facial hair no more:


Set Free to Come Home for the First Time

By Anunnaki Ray Marquez

March 23, 2015

Learning how to live, when one’s right was taken
Learning how to be, when one is taught how to be
Learning how to be authentic, when one is taught to lie all their life
Learning how to be set free, when the cage door is finally opened
Learning how to fly, with wings slowly gaining the courage and strength to fly
for the first time
Set FREE from bondage
Set FREE from the expectations of a society gone wrong
Set FREE to not give a shit no more what you think of me
Set FREE to be me
for the first time
Learning how to love, unconditionally, and to forgive those who deceived me
Learning how to let go of a society that wants to erase my existence
Learning how to be human, instead of feeling alien in my own body
Learning how to care again, to not be so angry at this world
Learning what FREEDOM is all about
for the first time
Set FREE to come home, in my own body,
for the first time
It was not too late for me
I am home at last.

(Week 14, of The beginning of a journey, that will take two years to complete)

Here are a few comments from friends,  to what I posted the above to Facebook:

“And now you may walk your road with your head held high, your eyes set on dreams in the sky. And if you do stumble, you have friends to dust you back off and a family to mend you. Welcome Home, Anunnaki!”

“You are an amazing miracle! I’m glad you’ve learned to love deeply, to be free! Proud to be called your friend and sister!”

“Set free because you freed yourself!”

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Week 14:  Biking 12 miles at a time, several times a week; doing daily pushups and stomach workouts, as well as using our punching bag regularly,  for stress management.  Prior to this time, I was very disabled appearing as female.  Rehabilitating and losing weight as well.  The innocence of these pictures, profound.

This Memory was also dedicated to this remake of FROZEN: 

Lyrics:  “Let It Go”

From Frozen

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried!

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know!

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door!

I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!

It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all!

It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me I’m free!

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You’ll never see me cry!

Here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let the storm rage on!

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I’m never going back,
The past is in the past!

Let it go, let it go
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone!

Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway!


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