“Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estés
For the past decade, peaking in the last 3-4 years, there has been an uprising of the Wild Woman Archetype; people are waking up to their true nature and they are honoring that place within themselves by letting their wild run free.
What is it about this Wild Woman that gives us all the permission to be ourselves?
What is it about her that resonates with so many people, across so many cultures?
Why are we hearing her calls now?
Her howls echo and dance through the night like a serpent coiling its body through the Earth’s crevices.
The Wild Woman lives within us all, not just those of us who are or identify as Women; the Wild Woman is the voice deep inside of us that refuses to be silenced, or tamed.
She is the rumbling thunder in our chest, the fire burning in our Soul; she is the voice of reason and intuition, our connection to Mother.
Wild Woman, howl for me so that I may follow your voice back home.
If the past couple years have not proved to you that we are in midst of chaos, and mass change then you are not paying close enough attention.
Recent years have kicked our ass, and taken names.
I applaud the Universe for its ruthless approach; Kali would stand in glory at the destruction that’s leading to rebirth and change.
Years like these are catalysts for change within ourselves and the collective.
If you have not witnessed this change, if you have not felt this change within you then you should move out of the way because a wave of angry, awakened people is coming and we are going to be the ones kicking ass and taking names.
Illusions are being destroyed, divisive lies are becoming evident, false narratives are being blasted with truth and those of us aware enough to feel this shift are craving a simpler way of life; a re-wilding of sorts.
We are craving the dirt in our hands and Earth beneath our bare feet; we are craving the oceans, lakes and streams washing over our bodies—cleansing, purifying, baptizing us.
We crave to live like the Wild Woman; to heal our bodies and listen to the wisdom in our blood.
We crave to stand unapologetically in our power against a system that wishes to erase and belittle us.
We crave freedom.
We crave redemption.
We crave justice.
I first heard the Wild Woman’s call when a book was suggested and that book forever changed my life; Women Who Run with Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés became a bible for me.
The text was like a holy scripture of fire and I was in desperate need; that fire was the spark that ignited my flame.
Reading page after page became cathartic; it was like a voice from beyond reminding me who I am, and what I am capable of.
Our society is structured in a way that it oppresses certain groups of people, and if you happen to be in one of those marginalized groups, you forget who you are; they make sure you do.
It reminds me of how circus animals, or other show animals are broken so they “obey their master”. But, if you look closely even in the most desperate of cases and saddest of eyes, you can still see the wild glowing inside.
That’s exactly how we are, and that’s exactly what’s happening.
The re-wilding has hit so many people that it is now effecting the collective and there is no way to stop it.
If I had to compare what I am seeing and feeling spiritually to something scientific, I would say this is like herd immunity: “general immunity to a pathogen in a population based on the acquired immunity to it by a high proportion of members over time.”
Except the pathogen we are becoming immune to is bullshit.
We will not be tamed, lied to, categorized, divided or beaten in to submission.
After such a long stretch in the darkness with seemingly no hope in sight for humanity, it is amazing to see the waves of enlightenment and illumination taking over.
We hit rock bottom and now Wild Woman is going to bring us home; back to a place we are meant to be, a place where we can run wild and free.
No master, no slave.
Wild Woman, howl for me.
