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WAYS TO WORK WITH ME ♥️

By Lian Brook-Tyler

As we close the doors to Waking The Wild Medicine ‘22, it felt timely to do a post like this (for the first time since 2019!)

Waking The Wild Medicine is for the magical ones who are ready to do their soul work and become their unique medicine for the world. It’s Hogwarts-meets-The Fellowship of the Ring. It’s what I wish was available years ago when I didn’t know who I really was or what I was here for. The next Medicine will be in early ‘23.

Waking The Wild Sovereign is for world changers and leaders feeling the call to embody their inner King or Queen and create their outer Kingdom or Queendom. It’s an ongoing mastermind-circle with 1:1 sessions with Jonathan and I, and is the most accessible way to work 1:1 with us. It’s always oversubscribed and a space won’t open again until June at earliest.

Waking The Wild Feminine was my first soul-work love, is my deepest devotion and was the catalyst for all things Waking The Wild. It’s for women feeling the call of the Lover and the Wild Woman to descend into their body and soul (tho they’ll meet the Queen first, Sovereignty is non-negotiable in all our work). It will be back for its 6th spiral, later this year.

( Jonathan runs its brother Waking The Wild Masculine – which creates men who are absolute gifts to the world).

We also have a crucible for those called to actualise the Empress or Emperor, it’s for the lion-hearted world changers ready to create their soul-led inner and outer empire. The next available space will be in June. It’s the most intimate way to work with us, it’s completely bespoke, requires a 5-figure investment and a year-long commitment.

For Medicine ‘23, Sovereign, Feminine and Masculine, you can register your interest via the link below (recommended as they always sell out, Feminine ridiculously fast,) whereas Empress/Emperor is not on our website so please PM me for details.

All my love,
Lian

P.S. as soon as we’ve finally rebirthed as Waking The Wild (soon!) we’ll be getting to work creating a way to set foot on this path in a super-accessible video course medium. It’s our first evergreen course since 2015!

And… we’re about to begin to initiate and train the first two WTW Soul Guides, it’s currently by invitation only. Let’s see what ‘23 brings.

It’s all coming.

P.PS. If you’re not ready to choose into one of our crucibles, do come join our beautiful fb community – it’s filled with wild souls, at all different points on the Waking The Wild path. Click HERE!

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THE MAGICAL POWER OF OIL RITUALS 🍯

By Lian Brook-Tyler

One of my longest running rituals is that of working with oils. I’ve used some form of oil cleansing most of my adult life and then more consciously adopted the Oil Cleansing Method some ten years or so ago.

From those humble beginnings, my oil rituals now number five decanters of blended oils (all contain rose, natch) and many different rituals.

Once daily, and for some rituals twice, almost every part of my skin is anointed, massaged or touched with oil in some way.

It’s become such a natural part of my devotional life that I rarely stop to think about the tangible benefits of it, though I know they’re legion.

From the radiant glow of facial massage to the perks of breast massage (I’ll let Kim Anami fill you in in her inimitable style – link below), there’s persuasive material reasons to commit to an oil ritual.

And yet, I would say they’re not the best reason to do so.

The best reason, the real reason, the deepest reason is what it will illuminate and ultimately heal.

The part of me that isn’t worth the cost of this oil.

The part of me that can’t bear this much attention.

The part of me that thinks I have better things to do with my time.

As much as I love other forms of embodiment practice, I’m not sure anything would have had the transformative power that oil rituals have had.

Some of my rituals are only revealed within closed circles such as Waking The Wild crucibles and some are magical secrets that I reveal to no-one, but you don’t need to know mine to find yours.

Just begin… with daily face massage or breast massage (I always invite woman into this in Waking The Wild Feminine and as I do so I think “If this is the *only* thing that they take from it and keep to, it’ll be life changing.”) and see what’s revealed.

Your skin and the oils will be the guide.

To where? To your body and your very soul.

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🌹✨♥️Phenomenal Woman🌹✨♥️

By Lian Brook-Tyler

I’ve been pondering what International Women’s Day means to me, if anything, and therefore what to say, if anything.

Having spent today, as I always do, immersed in the depths of guiding women to discover and embody their Truth… from neurodivergence to the possibility of motherhood… what I’m left with is this.

I wish that you know you can fully feel at home, that you can luxuriate, in your body… your woman’s body.

I wish that you know the power of the Feminine… and that you are a vessel for Her.

I wish that you know the Truth of your soul… and can LIVE it.

These are the things I’m most grateful to know and to live as a woman today… all things that weren’t present 10 years ago despite my so-called success in this modern experiment, which required me not to be a woman – not really.

These things are what I most want for my daughter, and for all the daughters.

And for you too, if you choose it.

I’ll leave you with the words of Maya Angelou in one of my most-loved poems about being a woman. She knew.

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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Unlearning How to Stay Safe by not Speaking it

By Lian Brook-Tyler

Like many autistic people, I’ve often been told I’m “too honest”.

Lies feel like barbed wire on my skin, even so-called white ones. Half-truths make me feel like I can’t breathe.

I remember once when I’d been asked to be the presenter of a proposed internal TV show for the corporate I was working for then.

During a conversation about it with someone senior with the power to veto it or rubber stamp it, she asked about my previous media experience.

I didn’t have any, so I said so, but also mentioned that I had an A-Level in Film Studies, which seemed relevant given what it had taught me about visual storytelling, archetypes and iconography (which if you know anything about me, you’ll know I had actually learned not at A-level but DNA level.)

My reply to her was weak and embarrassing, as the other people present told me afterwards, moving between exasperation and hilarity.

Even now, I don’t fully understand why that’s the case.

I wasn’t prepared to massage the truth when the truth is more than enough, and when it isn’t, it especially is.

She gave us her blessing.

But over the years, with enough experiences like this – some big, some small – I learned to hold my tongue and not say the thing that wanted to be said but no-one seemed to want to say.

And then when my father died and I was plunged into a depth of eternal truth I’d never known existed, I saw that truth is a rare, precious and necessary gem in this modern world.

It was time for me to unlearn how to stay safe by not speaking it.

But I don’t think that’s just me.

I believe that collectively we’re growing ready to move past our knee jerk closure to truth, allowing ourselves to be in relationship to it, even and especially when it’s inconvenient, scary and uncomfortable.

We can feel truth… in chills, truth bumps and tears, and in our guts, hearts and souls.

And if we are ready to feel the truth, honour it, heed it and speak it, anything is possible.

What’s yours?
🌹✨♥️

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She Speaks for Herself 🌹

By Lian Brook-Tyler

My deepest devotion, my most powerful work, and my truest medicine is the one I speak about the least publicly.

She speaks for herself.

These words were written by Elizabeth Lovius “It became clear to me that it was time to write a devotional tribute to the Divine Feminine and her Priestess and Guide in human form Lian Brook-Tyler. I wrote it this week and recited it to her in person yesterday – hers the first ears to ever hear it.

It was a sacred moment and one contract was fulfilled and another made. The flow of this sacred contract is yet to be seen and felt – but the water itself is made of Love and now I suddenly know why we are baptised in Water. Water is the Feminine Principle. Water is Life, Water is Love

So here it is. For The Feminine. For Lian, For us all.”

The poem Elizabeth wrote in tribute is linked below.

She speaks.

Art: Triptych In the Name of the Rose — 3. The Rebirth: When I surrender to Softpower the world and its riches fall at my feet. By Elizabeth Lovius

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