This week I read you the beautiful words of Chandresh Bhardwaj, a fellow Tantrika, on the true essence of the Divine Feminine, the Siren. Pour over these words again. Swim in them. Remember your true nature.
The world murmurs about the divine feminine – soft, gentle, healing.
But I am in awe of the wild feminine.
The one who doesn’t just sooth you – doesn’t just love you.
She unveils you.
She undresses your soul.
She ruins you for anything ordinary and lukewarm…
The wild feminine is a storm dressed in soft red silk.
She is a prayer of the full moon.
You cannot tame her.
You cannot own her.
She will not shrink for you comfort.
Do not step closer if you fear thunderstorms.
Do not enter her ocean if you only want shallow waters.
Do not call her “too much” when she was never meant to be less.
You already knew what she was.
You just thought she would soften for you.
She won’t.
She is the ache you will never forget.
She is the kiss that rewrites your destiny.
She is the mantra you hear in the meditation.
She is the ice melting on your spine in the heat of summer.
Once you taste her, nothing after will ever taste the same.
The wild feminine doesn’t chase. She attracts.
She doesn’t beg. She invokes.
She is an initiation, not a convenience.
To love a wild feminine is not for the faint-hearted.
It will crack you open.
It will dismantle you.
It will strip away everything false.
To love a wild feminine is to enter a sacred rebellion.
A love. A meditation. A death. A rebirth.
If you find her, don’t analyze her.
Honor her.
Hold her.
Stand beside her.
Or walk away.
Because only a rooted lover, unafraid to meet the divine in the eyes of the feminine, can truly show up for the Wild Feminine.
With fire and devotion,
Chérie
