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This is what busy looks like 🌹

By Lian Brook-Tyler

This week has been one of the most intense I’ve experienced for a long time… we’re in the final (final, final!) stages of rebirthing as Waking The Wild, inside and out, as well as every part of our ongoing business needing attention. As Jonathan described it: it feels like we’re surrounded by hungry mouths that need feeding.

Not much more than 10 years ago that would have had me…

Fear-fantasising on what could go wrong

Hyper-focusing on “how”

Double down on doing

Barking orders to unfortunate souls who dared to come close

Feeling resentful for always having to “be the one who handles everything”

Meanwhile the shadows creating those behaviours would have been speaking physically too, via heart palpitations, panic attacks and chronic facial pain burning away in my jaw

Whereas this week…

I’ve focused (and refocused when fear showed up) on what I desire

I’ve allowed magic synchronicities to show me the way

I’ve had as much play and rest as usual (actually more: I was at the spa on Monday), and only taken action when it’s aligned

I’ve told and shown family, friends, team members, clients and students and podcast guests how much I love them

I’ve felt full of appreciation for all the support I have

I recorded my ROSE mantra (Relax, Open, Soften, Express) for the women in our Medicine and Sovereign circles, and I meant every word of it because that’s how my body feels

When I speak of the rose-infused, rose-tinted way I live it isn’t just fanciful, whimsical frippery (not that I’m knocking that: I’m here for it), it is the most practical and effective way I know to create whatever I want whilst feeling wonderful.

And these days, it’s the ‘feeling wonderful’ part that matters most to me, knowing it’s for the highest good of all.

I’m unashamed to say that Spirit of the Rose has had her way with me and I’ll happily live and die held in her blooms.

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A Peak of the Glorious Wild

By Lian Brook-Tyler

I see an Italian tree in front of me. I thought it was a cypress but Google says no.

It calls to mind a summer spent sleeping under a fig tree in Ibiza. A summer of sun, sand, nudity, and living hand to mouth via the medium of art, graft and ingenuity. I was 7.

My father and his then-girlfriend Jacky, painted portraits of holiday makers and the now-cliched Ibizan sun sets and flower fairies.

Sometimes he used those polymath hands to break granite or pick apricots.

We dined on eclectic vegetarian concoctions of vegetables, packet soup, rice or potatoes and marmite (for umami and B12) cooked over a camp fire.

Ants stole our food and we accepted it as a price for wild living. I notice that people now don’t quite understand my calm when ants invade my kitchen. Maybe there’s part of me that enjoys their cheeky familiarity.

I remember my surprise at seeing my first unfamiliar penis… It belonged to a man strolling along the nudist beach. I was particularly impressed with the fetching foreskin he was sporting (the only other grown penis I’d seen belonged to my father, who was circumcised).

I suspect I asked a lot of questions on that day.

One day I found a t-shirt on the beach. Quite plain, probably a boy’s though I had little care for gender norms then. That became a staple part of my very-capsule wardrobe that year.

Talking of wardrobes, when we moved from the fig tree (or rather, were moved, the police decided that it wasn’t quite right this strange English family sleeping under a tree next to the beach) to a nearby field belonging to a welcoming farmer, my father built me a bedroom.

I was so proud of that room, crafted from an oil drum and tarpaulin… it was my first private space for some time, it still holds a sweet place in my heart.

As well as my new room, our new neighbourhood provided fresh almonds (so delicate and green), pine needles to throw on the fire (“fireworks”!), an outsize pig with whom I spent hours conversing, and most exciting of all… a rubbish tip! Decades later, my mother’s house still contains a knife I found there. Come to think of it, I’m not sure she ever knew its provenance.

So yes, my Ibizan stay can be recalled by material things but it’s the feeling I remember most of all, though struggle to put into words that have currency in our culture…

It’s something to do with being nourished, held safe and loved by the bounties of this world.

We threw ourselves on the mercy of a strange island and its inhabitants, and were fed, watered and most of all… seen and accepted in all of our full, weird glory.

When the film Captain Fantastic came out, multiple friends told me to watch it, knowing I’d love it.

And yes, I did! It somehow captured at least some of that feeling. I wondered how they knew.

Maybe it’s because we all have our own sense of that glorious wild, sovereign feeling of everything (including ourselves) being Absolutely Good Enough, which can be evoked by a story, a taste, a smell, or a tree that’s not a cypress.

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Don’t let my appearance deceive you… 💃🏻

By Lian Brook-Tyler

I’m undeniably open, bubbly, bouncy, full of joy and laughter, sprinkling rainbows and rose petals wherever I go.

If someone were to think the work we do matches my energy, they’d be in for a real shock.

This is one of the reasons we make extra extra sure that anyone joining any of Waking The Wild’s offerings knows it won’t be all sweetness and light.

And this is why I was delighted to have permission to share this comment from a current WTW Medicine participant Vanessa Broers during a conversation about how it’s been so far compares to expectations.

“I think it’s exactly on par with what my SOUL knew I was signing up for.

it’s also better than I could have ever imagined.

More magical than I could have dreamed.
SO incredibly what my soul was craving but could have never known to look for.

Also deeper and more intense, triggering, confusing and disorienting than I would have guessed…and I would have guessed that it would be REALLY – all those things.

And more rewarding than one could ever describe.

And we’re in month 3.”

If you’ve been feeling the call to a WTW crucible I highly recommend re-reading this line and letting it sink right in, “…more intense, triggering, confusing and disorienting than I would have guessed…”

The work we do is intentionally initiatory and creates entropy in order to alchemise wounds into gold.

It’s really not pretty.

But I suspect your soul, like Vanessa’s, knows that anyway even if your human was deceived by my smile…

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Feeding the spirits ✨

By Lian Brook-Tyler

I rarely talk directly about the importance of feeding Spirit, especially the spirits of the land around us.

The reason for this is heartbreaking, it goes directly to the disconnection humans in this modern culture have to themselves, let alone to other humans, other beings, the land around them and Spirit.

I know that most people, having been trained to maintain this disconnection from the moment they took their first breath, just won’t understand, let alone feel motivated to feed the spirits of their land.

It will sound like not only nonsense but an utter waste of their precious time and energy… time and energy much better put to use in paddling furiously to keep their head above the water of competition, demands, and drains.

I know that for most, the way to begin to understand will need to be selfish at first.

They might hear me speaking about my special tree and all the gifts of presence, love, guidance that it’s provided me for years, and think “I would love that too!”

And that desire for connection, true connection, is their first precious step on the path to reclaim it.

The beautiful thing about this kind of connection is that it is emergent and generative, it teaches us how to be whole humans, how to be reciprocal without transaction, and then little by little, how to devote to something greater than ourselves.

I know that when people get even a taste of that connection, I only need to drop in a mention or two of the offerings I make to my tree, for them to recognise how natural it feels for them to make offerings too.

They come back from visiting their special tree and tell me of the songs they’ve sung to it, the gifts of wine, blood, herbs and coins they’ve laid at its feet, and most of all the praise, so much praise… words of gratitude bubbling out of their mouths and tears falling down their cheeks, like a language they knew in another lifetime and which has now magically returned to them, word perfect.

Then I know they’ve learned to feed the spirits of their lands, and that the spirits of the land have taken them into their bosom, forgiven the generations that forgot, and have welcomed them back home to themselves like the precious children of Earth they are.

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BEYOND BYPASSING ♥️

By Lian Brook-Tyler

The topic of ‘spiritual bypassing’ comes up fairly often in the work we do, particularly as we have students with two different world views which bring polar perspectives on this matter…

There’s those who come to us from a background of traditional therapy, inner child or somatic work who will have understandable resistance to the notion there could be something beyond their experience of themselves as separate beings suffering a painful existence.

And then there’s the folk who have come to us from a spiritual ascension background, often the Three Principles, who feel understandably attached to their sense of themselves as having no separate self to even have a painful existence.

This apparent divide shows up most often and most controversially when it comes to trauma.

What I’ve found is helpful is understanding this through the lens of a shadow pole…

On one end of that pole, there’s a materialist view of “Trauma is a real thing, people are permanently wounded by it, healing is a necessary, slow and arduous task.”

On the other end, there’s a spiritual view of “Trauma doesn’t exist, no-one is ever wounded, nothing needs to be healed.”

Both views have efficacy, *and* if we cling fearfully to either end of the pole, both are limiting.

My own experience, personally and with our students, is that the truth (or at least a powerfully useful, even magical, way of working with trauma) lies *beyond* this shadow pole and looks like this…

1. Trauma often creates patterns of beliefs, thought, behaviour, and feelings that limit, contort and distort humans into living lives that are painful or at best, a pale imitation of what they deeply desire.

2. Seeing the nature of our eternal non-separation and wholeness can liberate us from many of those patterns (that happened for me personally to a nigh on miraculous level.)

3. And the remaining patterns (often the most entrenched and unseen) if we choose to descend into becoming fully intimate with them, can be alchemised into becoming our greatest gifts and potent medicine for ourselves and the world.

We can only do that when we’re able to stop spiritually bypassing those patterns, as hard as that can be when we’ve experienced great freedom and relief at #2, it’s a place that many will understandably want to cling to.

And when our soul is ready, we will move into the deep work of #3 to become who we came here to be.

If that’s what you’re ready for, we have just one space becoming available in the upcoming round of Waking The Wild Sovereign. Click the link for more details, register your interest and we’ll reach out to arrange a call to explore if it’s aligned for you to join this circle of Kings and Queens. ♥️

Art: Julie Bell

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