There isn't a greater blessing that a mother can give to her daughter than a reliable sense of truthfullness of her own intuition.
Intuition passes from parents to children in the easiest way “ You got a good ability of judgement. What do you think it is hidden behind all this? “ Instead of defining intuition as a way of escape-irrational and defective- it is defined as the speaking voice of the soul.
Intuintion feels the directions to take, it preserves the ego, it understands reasons and intentions underneath. Intuition chose the minor fragmentation in the psyche.
What does this wild intuition do for women?
As the wolf, intuition has claws that butched and clasped, it has eyes able to see beyond the characters' armour ears to hear beyond small talks.
With these formidable psychical tools the woman acquires an animal awareness acute and even forseeing, deepening her femininity and sharpening her capability to move in the outside world.
Of what use is to a woman to find herself in the desert of a metropolis or of everyday life if she can't listen and trust the voice of “ She who knows” ?
This is the thing to pass from woman to woman, this happy connection and nurrishement of intuition.
Let's strengthen our link with our intuitive nature listening to our inner self at each turn of the road. “Do I take this or that direction? Do I stop or do I go on? Do I have to resist or be flexible? Do I have to run away or to run torwards? This person, this event, this adventure are true or false?”
The separation of the bond between a woman and her wild intuition it is often misunderstood, it is thought about as if the intuition is broken. It isn't so.
It is broken instead the happy matri-lineal passage of the trust in intuition, between a woman and all the females of her lineage that preceded her, that long river of women that has been embanked.
A woman can have a weak vision of her intuitive wisdom, but practicing it will come back and will fully reveal itself again.
Vassillissa* had started with what can be defined a featureless and comformtable personality.
It is exactly “superpersonality” passing over ourselves fearfulness when our life is routine, a lifeless life, that's what encourage the forgetfullness of intuition, producing it turn the lack of light in the psyche. Then we have to do something, to penetrate the wood, going to look for the frightened woman, otherwise one day, while we are walking our way, a manhole will burst open and we will be taken from an uncoscious thing that will wave us as a duster, merrily or in some other way, but with forseeable consequences.
Many women are recovering from amiability complex that induced them, when they felt anyone in anyway attacked them, to react with great lovableness.
If by day, they smiled by night they grind their teeth. The extreme adaptility, too much amiable in women it is often given when women are scared to idea of being deprived of all privelegy or to be considered useless.
To face the wild power in ourselves it means to reach the inner feminine's multitude of facets. They belong us since we were born, and we can decide to live in one of them, the one we need more, at any moment.
The wild nature and all womanly creatures and aspects that culture considers horribles, are actually sacred and blessed parts that women have to recover and let come to the surface.
To be strong doesn't mean to have pumped muscles, it means to go torwards one’s own spirituality without running away; to live actively with the wild nature in one’s own way. It means to be able to learn, to be able to stand what we know.
Until not too long ago, women were deeply involved in the rhythms of life and death. They inspired the smell of iron in the fresh blood of birth. They, also, washed the cold bodies of the dead.
Modern woman's psyche, especially in idustrial and technological cultures, is deprived of these closed experiences, basics and blessed. It is indispensable to learn and discriminate, dividing a thing from the other with subtle discernment, learning how to make fine distinction in judgement. To observe the power of the unconscious and the way it acts even when the ego is unaware. To learn more about life and death. Many women are sensitive as the sand is susceptible to the wave, as the trees are susceptibles to the quality of the air, as a she-wolf can perceive another creature that, a kilometer far, is penetrating her territory.
The wonderful gift of women who are "tuned" is to see, hear, feel, receive, and convey images ideas and sempsations as quick as light. For the most part, women can feel the least change in someone else mood, they can read faces and bodies (and this is called intuition), in a plethora of the smaller clues melting to confirm her she knows what's on in other people minds.
To use all these wild talents, women keep being open to everything. But this open-mindedness makes their edges vulnerables, exposing them to spirit's blessures.
The point is not the fight to reach saintliness, but to know when to act in an absolute and wild way.
Usually wolves avoid confrontation, but when they need to defend their territory, when something or someone constantly menaces them, or when they are put on the spot, then they burst. It seldom happens, but the ability to express this anger is part of their repertoire, and should be part of our too.
In her instinctive mind, a woman has the power, when provoked, to be angry in a sensible way, and this is mighty.
Anger is one of her inbreed way to succeed creating and keeping the balances that are dears to her, all what she really loves.
It is her right and in certain moment and under some circumstances, a moral duty of her. To women it means that there is a moment when to grind their teeth, the great ability of protecting the territory, to say: “Limits have been gained and can't be trespassed. He-goat must not go further. And, wait, I got somthing to tell you, things must decisely change”.
*Vassilissa is the character of a russian fairy tales: In one version she was given by baba-jaga three missions to accomplish and she could do it only thanks to a doll with red shoes her mother gave her afore.
