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Stories of healing, boundaries, and becoming. For women told they were too much or not enough here, you are exactly enough. This is not about returning, but reclaiming the wild woman within
a longer piece on what I learned about this funny, symbolic, and surprisingly healing cream substack.com/@wildwomanwi...
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Wild Woman Within (@wildwomanwithin)
Something is happening in my nights, I have been dreaming vividly, more than usual. and i have been searching for meaning in every corner I can find. These dreams are not fiction; they arrive whole an...
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November 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM
a longer piece on what I learned about this funny, symbolic, and surprisingly healing cream substack.com/@wildwomanwi...
#WildWomanWithin #Dreamwork #HealingJourney
#WildWomanWithin #Dreamwork #HealingJourney
sometimes healing looks ridiculous.
sometimes release comes with humor.
this dream was loud, I am finally clearing what kept me from hearing myself.
sometimes release comes with humor.
this dream was loud, I am finally clearing what kept me from hearing myself.
November 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM
sometimes healing looks ridiculous.
sometimes release comes with humor.
this dream was loud, I am finally clearing what kept me from hearing myself.
sometimes release comes with humor.
this dream was loud, I am finally clearing what kept me from hearing myself.
Everything that clogged my intuition.
everything that blocked my inner hearing.
everything I endured quietly
all of it came out in one wild, absurd release.
I turned to check the right ear and woke up laughing. it reminded me of Shrek using earwax to make candles and somehow that felt exactly right.
everything that blocked my inner hearing.
everything I endured quietly
all of it came out in one wild, absurd release.
I turned to check the right ear and woke up laughing. it reminded me of Shrek using earwax to make candles and somehow that felt exactly right.
November 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM
Everything that clogged my intuition.
everything that blocked my inner hearing.
everything I endured quietly
all of it came out in one wild, absurd release.
I turned to check the right ear and woke up laughing. it reminded me of Shrek using earwax to make candles and somehow that felt exactly right.
everything that blocked my inner hearing.
everything I endured quietly
all of it came out in one wild, absurd release.
I turned to check the right ear and woke up laughing. it reminded me of Shrek using earwax to make candles and somehow that felt exactly right.
In the dream I thought “no one would believe me even if I showed them this” it was not about earwax, learned dreams rarely say what they mean literally
it was about the emotional residue i have been carrying, old stories, old pain, old noise I absorbed but never voiced.
it was about the emotional residue i have been carrying, old stories, old pain, old noise I absorbed but never voiced.
November 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM
In the dream I thought “no one would believe me even if I showed them this” it was not about earwax, learned dreams rarely say what they mean literally
it was about the emotional residue i have been carrying, old stories, old pain, old noise I absorbed but never voiced.
it was about the emotional residue i have been carrying, old stories, old pain, old noise I absorbed but never voiced.
In the dream, my left ear started dripping, reached in and pulled out wax.
Not a little wax so much of it
kept pulling pulling, was a lot
I stared at the enormous pile and actually got goosebumps.
Not a little wax so much of it
kept pulling pulling, was a lot
I stared at the enormous pile and actually got goosebumps.
November 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM
In the dream, my left ear started dripping, reached in and pulled out wax.
Not a little wax so much of it
kept pulling pulling, was a lot
I stared at the enormous pile and actually got goosebumps.
Not a little wax so much of it
kept pulling pulling, was a lot
I stared at the enormous pile and actually got goosebumps.
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Wild Woman Within (@wildwomanwithin)
The Boy Who Sang My Ancestors
Some dreams are not just dreams but messages, whispers from subconscious, memories from lineage, warnings disguised as stories.
a child visited me in my sleep, he belon...
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November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
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#WildWomanWithin #Dreamwork #FeminineRising
i woke knowing
old structures will not validate me.
old doors are no longer my doors.
my path is shifting ancestral, intuitive, entirely new.
old structures will not validate me.
old doors are no longer my doors.
my path is shifting ancestral, intuitive, entirely new.
November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
i woke knowing
old structures will not validate me.
old doors are no longer my doors.
my path is shifting ancestral, intuitive, entirely new.
old structures will not validate me.
old doors are no longer my doors.
my path is shifting ancestral, intuitive, entirely new.
a woman inside one room looked at me with resentment:
“What now,?” another said the VIP room existed
but was not open.
“What now,?” another said the VIP room existed
but was not open.
November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
a woman inside one room looked at me with resentment:
“What now,?” another said the VIP room existed
but was not open.
“What now,?” another said the VIP room existed
but was not open.
He whispered, “Let’s meet at the hotel,” and vanished
i rushed there with the baby and two friends, the mother followed, still resentful.
but we could not find him.
every door stayed shut.
i rushed there with the baby and two friends, the mother followed, still resentful.
but we could not find him.
every door stayed shut.
November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
He whispered, “Let’s meet at the hotel,” and vanished
i rushed there with the baby and two friends, the mother followed, still resentful.
but we could not find him.
every door stayed shut.
i rushed there with the baby and two friends, the mother followed, still resentful.
but we could not find him.
every door stayed shut.
He hugged me, he was so tall I could only reach his waist
authority distorted
then I saw his mouth covered with… a pad
the silenced masculine
muted power.
authority distorted
then I saw his mouth covered with… a pad
the silenced masculine
muted power.
November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
He hugged me, he was so tall I could only reach his waist
authority distorted
then I saw his mouth covered with… a pad
the silenced masculine
muted power.
authority distorted
then I saw his mouth covered with… a pad
the silenced masculine
muted power.
A tall man stood and clapped slowly.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’ve taken me down memory lane.”
it was former Kenyan president Uhuru.
he recognised me
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’ve taken me down memory lane.”
it was former Kenyan president Uhuru.
he recognised me
November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
A tall man stood and clapped slowly.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’ve taken me down memory lane.”
it was former Kenyan president Uhuru.
he recognised me
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’ve taken me down memory lane.”
it was former Kenyan president Uhuru.
he recognised me
The baby too young to walk started singing a Kamaru song.
a Kikuyu ancestor song
i joined him.
people turned to listen.
a Kikuyu ancestor song
i joined him.
people turned to listen.
November 13, 2025 at 5:14 AM
The baby too young to walk started singing a Kamaru song.
a Kikuyu ancestor song
i joined him.
people turned to listen.
a Kikuyu ancestor song
i joined him.
people turned to listen.
Wild Woman Within 🌕 on terror, transformation, the moment a woman reclaims her body and soul. here: substack.com/@wildwomanwi...
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Naked at the Gate
Wild Woman Within : A reflection on vulnerability, terror, and rebirth.
Some dreams are not dreams at all, they are visitations, moments when the subconscious throws open a door ...
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November 12, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Wild Woman Within 🌕 on terror, transformation, the moment a woman reclaims her body and soul. here: substack.com/@wildwomanwi...
free from politeness
free from waiting for safety or permission
free to walk this world clothed in my own light
there is no shame in the running.
there is power in the escape.
there is rebirth at the gate
free from waiting for safety or permission
free to walk this world clothed in my own light
there is no shame in the running.
there is power in the escape.
there is rebirth at the gate
November 12, 2025 at 5:35 AM
free from politeness
free from waiting for safety or permission
free to walk this world clothed in my own light
there is no shame in the running.
there is power in the escape.
there is rebirth at the gate
free from waiting for safety or permission
free to walk this world clothed in my own light
there is no shame in the running.
there is power in the escape.
there is rebirth at the gate
When I woke, my heart was racing. beneath the was something else a knowing, this dream was not punishment, it was initiation.
the machete was not meant to kill me it was meant to cut me free.
the machete was not meant to kill me it was meant to cut me free.
November 12, 2025 at 5:35 AM
When I woke, my heart was racing. beneath the was something else a knowing, this dream was not punishment, it was initiation.
the machete was not meant to kill me it was meant to cut me free.
the machete was not meant to kill me it was meant to cut me free.
I reached the gate and burst onto the road people staring, shocked I did not stop, something in me refused to be prey. even in the dream, i knew this was not about dying it was about remembering myself.
November 12, 2025 at 5:35 AM
I reached the gate and burst onto the road people staring, shocked I did not stop, something in me refused to be prey. even in the dream, i knew this was not about dying it was about remembering myself.
One of them picked up a machete. the terror felt ancient the kind women inherit through generations. my body knew; run or die.
So I ran. naked. ashamed. alive.
So I ran. naked. ashamed. alive.
November 12, 2025 at 5:35 AM
One of them picked up a machete. the terror felt ancient the kind women inherit through generations. my body knew; run or die.
So I ran. naked. ashamed. alive.
So I ran. naked. ashamed. alive.