Feminine Knowing


When it smells off


This is a feral siddhi

Primal intuition

No you’re not “in resistance to what is”

No you’re not “blocked”

No this isn’t your attachment disorder

Or your core wound

Or your trauma

Or your spiritual immaturity

Or your growth edge

No this is not a projection

This is your innate bodily wisdom

The feminine knowing

Deeper than the mind

If it smells off

You’re right

You can trust yourself

Maybe words can’t explain it

That doesn’t mean it’s not real

It’s real

It. Is. Real

You are the harvester of wisdom

Buried deep in the black of earth

Down down down down

Way way down

You know

You feel it

You smell it

It’s simple

It’s undeniable

Feminine Knowing

You are an animal

Hunting Truth

That has no name

When it smells right

Eat it

When it smells off


These are the feral siddhis

The intelligence of womb and belly

She is speaking to you


Don’t be pulled off track

By the brilliant webs of mind

By the hierarchy of logic

By the labyrinth of stories

By the theories bought and sold

The mind can turn anything into truth



So who is to trust?

When you don’t know where to step

Turn to the feral one

The wolf in your bones

The dragon in your belly

The one who knows

Without hesitation

Like a tiger in the brush

Knows when to pounce

Primal intuition

Trust yourself

Smell from the depths of

Crazy knowing



Hear what you knew

Long before you knew

You knew