Hello, my love.
Welcome back to The Wisdom Path Podcast. Today’s microdose episode is short, sweet, and entirely unscripted, just me tuning in and sharing what’s been present in my field this week. And this week has been rich.
I’ve been down in the south of England, deep in the creative process of photographing my Psychedelic Feminine Oracle Deck with my art director, Lara. This deck is part of a feminine lineage project I’m developing through a mentorship I’m currently part of. It’s a body of work that has been moving through me for some time, rooted in years of walking the psychedelic path, and now evolving through my descent into the sacred feminine.
As someone who’s worked intimately with psychedelics, plant medicines, and the healing power of altered states, I’ve become increasingly fascinated by the intersection between the psychedelic and the feminine. These two worlds, when woven together, hold immense transformative potential. And what I’ve come to realise is this: at its core, the feminine, when freed from patriarchal constraint, is deeply psychedelic.
What is the Psychedelic Feminine?
The psychedelic feminine is not a neat definition. It’s archetypal. Experiential. Slippery and shapeshifting. It’s a force, a presence, that merges the sacred feminine with altered states of consciousness. She’s the oracle, the priestess, the witch who remembers. She’s mysticism and inner knowing. She is cyclical, embodied, intuitive, and wise.
She’s also deeply subversive. Much like psychedelics, the feminine has been repressed and misunderstood, feared for her wildness, her emotionality, her grief, her rage, her sexuality, her power. But these are not things to be tamed. They are the very portals through which we access our medicine.
To me, the psychedelic feminine is about the descent, not the ascent. While many male-dominated spiritual paths focus on transcendence, leaving the body and ego behind, the feminine path often asks us to descend. To spiral down into the womb, into the blood, into the bones. Into the grief, the pleasure, the eros, the shadow. Into the raw and unfiltered truth of the body. And this descent is not a collapse. It is a remembering.
Living the Cyclical Way
As women, we are intrinsically cyclical. Our inner seasons mirror the moon, the earth, and life itself. Our follicular phase is spring. Ovulation is our radiant summer. The luteal phase is our autumn, and our bleed is our winter, a sacred invitation to rest, release, and renew.
Zooming out, we can also see this in the arc of a woman’s life: maiden, mother, wise woman, crone. Each archetype holds its own medicine, and when we live in tune with these natural rhythms, we begin to understand ourselves not as linear beings, but as fluid, multifaceted, multidimensional expressions of life. Read more on this here.
The psychedelic feminine honours this. She is mutable. She moves in spirals, not straight lines. She is paradox. She is complexity. She’s not always easy to understand, she speaks in metaphor, in poetry, in dreams. She doesn’t give instructions. She offers initiation.
Becoming the Medicine
This journey is not about using psychedelics as tools alone. It’s about realising that you are the medicine. The psychedelic feminine teaches us that when we truly reconnect to our bodies, our wombs, our dreams, our plant allies, and our emotional truth, we awaken our own healing capacity. Whether through sacred mushroom journeys, breathwork, somatic practice, or bleeding on the earth, it all points us back home. Back to the body. Back to the earth. Back to our wisdom.
In this space, art becomes ceremony. Sex becomes sacred. Intuition becomes guidance. And we become oracular, able to tune into the deep knowing that lives within us.
I also think of it as a place where ancient practices are important. The psychedelic feminine is about working with plants, about working with your dreams, about working with nature, with your wise blood, with your spirit. When we are in the realm of the psychedelic feminine, in the medicine space, in the space of our own reconnection to ourselves through our medicine journeys, we become the medicine.
The Psychedelic Feminine as Ancient Practice
I also think of the psychedelic feminine as a return — a remembrance — of ancient ways of knowing. It’s not a new concept dressed in modern language, but something profoundly old. Something our bones remember, even if our minds have forgotten.
This is a realm where ancient practices are not separate from our spirituality — they are our spirituality. The psychedelic feminine invites us to return to the earth, to the rhythms of nature, to the wisdom of the body. She brings us back to plant allies, to the dreamworld, to the sacred blood that moves through our cycles, to the subtle communication with spirit through symbol, synchronicity, and sensation.
In this space:
Working with plants is not recreational, it is relational. It is a conversation with the intelligence of nature, with mushrooms, flowers, trees, roots, as teachers, mirrors, and midwives of our becoming.
Working with dreams is not random, it is oracular. It is the soul speaking in image and metaphor, asking us to listen with more than logic.
Working with nature is not just grounding, it is ceremony. The seasons, the moon, the tides, the wind, they all speak in the cyclical, ever evolvoing language of the feminine.
Working with your wise blood is not a curse or inconvenience, it is holy. Our bleed is not just a release. It is a ritual, a renewal, a sacred offering back to the earth.
And working with spirit in the feminine way is not about escaping the body, it is about descending deeper into it. It is about presence, pleasure, embodiment, intuition. It is about listening with the skin, the gut, the womb, the bones.
When we truly allow ourselves to enter this space, this sacred territory of the psychedelic feminine, through our medicine journeys, through our dreams, through our grief, our eros, our ecstatic movement, our deep rest, we begin to see something radical: We become the medicine. Yes, we have tools. Plants. Dreams. Practices. But those are not the end goal. They are openings. They are mirrors. They are sacred messengers pointing us inward. We need to remember that and see the unity of all things, the sacredness of creation itself is already very much present and alive in our bodies, our cycles, our eroticism, our creativity, our wombs.
Because the ultimate truth of the psychedelic feminine is this: You are the medicine. We are all medicine women, simply by being women. It’s both our birthright and a lifelong journey of remembering.
When we walk the path of the psychedelic feminine, we no longer look outside ourselves for answers. We turn inward. We turn downward. We return to the sacred pulse of the womb, the soil, the ancestral song beneath the surface. We come to know that healing is not something done to us. It is something we become. And that is where the ancient becomes new again. Not in textbooks. Not in temples. But in the sacred soil of our own bodies.
The Feminine as Yin, as Depth, as Womb-Wisdom
The psychedelic feminine moves through the yin principle, the lunar, internal, receptive force that lives beneath the surface of things. This is the realm of the subconscious, the unseen, the emotional, the intuitive. It is fluid rather than fixed, non-linear rather than goal-oriented, and felt rather than explained. Yin is not passive, it is powerful in its own right, just in a quieter, deeper register. It speaks through sensation, through subtle shifts, through the language of dreams and symbols.
In contrast to the outward, structured, and directive nature of yang, the solar, active, masculine principle, yin draws us inward. While yang builds frameworks and seeks clarity, yin invites us to surrender into mystery. The psychedelic feminine doesn’t hand us answers. She teaches us to sit with complexity, to embrace nuance, to let ourselves be shaped by what is beyond logic.
But in the Western world, we’ve inherited a system that overwhelmingly favours yang. Our dominant cultural structures, capitalist, patriarchal, productivity-obsessed are built upon the values of constant motion, linear achievement, logic, speed, and control. We are praised for how much we can do, how fast we can respond, how efficiently we can produce. Our success is measured by output. Our value is tied to our visibility. Rest, feeling, dreaming, bleeding, softening, these yin expressions have been cast as lazy, weak, or indulgent.
And yet, it is precisely these yin qualities that are most needed now.
Because our bodies are not machines, and they are breaking under the weight of relentless yang. Burnout, adrenal fatigue, hormonal imbalance, anxiety, and chronic disconnection are not personal failings, they are symptoms of a system that rewards us for abandoning ourselves. When we are severed from our bodies, from the seasons, from the womb, from slowness and subtlety, we become easier to control, easier to sell to, easier to burn out and replace. Reclaiming yin is revolutionary. It is a return to balance, within our systems, our communities, and ourselves.
The psychedelic feminine invites us back into relationship with this lost wisdom. She speaks through the body. Through the bleed. Through the breath. Through the knowing that does not need to be proved or justified. She teaches us that womb-centred wisdom is not optional, not marginal, not a niche interest, it is medicine. Not just for the individual, but for the collective.
When we honour our cyclical nature, our inner seasons, our rhythms of expansion and contraction, we start to deprogram the capitalist conditioning that says we must always be available, consistent, and productive. We begin to remember that we are not linear beings. We are spiralling, sensing, shape-shifting creatures who thrive in environments of care, slowness, and reverence.
To embrace yin is not to reject yang, but to bring things back into harmony. Because without yin, yang becomes extractive. Without the womb, the mind becomes severed. Without rest, action becomes unsustainable. And for those without a physical womb, the invitation is no less vital, because we all have access to the womb-space within: the energetic centre of stillness, receptivity, and creation. In men, this may show up as the gut, the heart, the dreamspace, places of depth and quiet knowing that live beneath the surface of action. The womb, in this context, is a metaphor for the inner sanctum where intuition lives, where life gestates in silence before it takes form. Without tending to that space, whatever form it takes, we become disconnected from wholeness.
Yin is not passive. It is potent. It is the fertile dark. The place of gestation, of mystery, of regeneration. It teaches us that growth does not only happen in the light. It happens in the void. In the body. In the blood. In the dream.
The psychedelic feminine calls us to root ourselves in this knowing. To see our sensitivity not as a flaw, but as a guide. To trust our pace, our inner yes and no, our capacity to receive. To reclaim stillness as sacred. To bleed as ritual. To let ourselves be led by the quiet, cyclical voice of the womb. This is not self-indulgence. It is collective repair. And this, this return to yin, is the medicine our world so desperately needs.
Why This Work Matters
This is womb-centred wisdom, a form of knowing that arises not from the mind, but from the body. It lives in the soft tissue of the belly, in the blood of the menstrual cycle, in the deep rhythms of nature that our bodies echo each month. It’s the kind of wisdom that cannot be downloaded or hacked. It arrives slowly, rhythmically, like the tide. It teaches us through our bleed, our longing, our hunger, our loss, our desire, our births, both literal and metaphorical.
To live in alignment with this kind of wisdom is to remember that our bodies are not separate from the sacred. Our wombs are not liabilities to be managed, but portals of intuition, creativity, and transformation. When we honour our cyclical nature, the way we wax and wane with the moon, the way our energy rises and falls with our inner seasons, we tap into an intelligence that has always been there.
This path asks us to trust what we feel more than what we’re told. To notice what stirs in us beneath the surface. To track the small, quiet truths that don’t shout, but hum. It reminds us that not all wisdom comes in words. Sometimes it arrives in the body’s instinct, in a gut feeling, in the warmth of a yes, in the ache of a no. Sometimes it arrives in the dream you almost forgot or the image that lingers long after waking.
The psychedelic feminine is not a puzzle to be solved but a mystery to be in relationship with. She teaches us to stop striving for resolution and instead make peace with what is unresolved. She reminds us that the spiral is sacred. That the descent is holy. That our wombs are not just sites of creation, but also of deep knowing. This is the wisdom path, a reclamation of what has always lived within us.
The psychedelic feminine is not easy to explain. Like a trip, its wisdom defies language. It asks us to feel, to embody, to interpret. That’s why I created this oracle deck, not to give answers, but to open portals. To invite you into your own intuitive truth. Because the feminine doesn’t speak in absolutes. She speaks in nuance. In paradox. In mystery.
And reclaiming her, reclaiming your bleed, your sexuality, your shame, your emotional truth, is part of dismantling the patriarchal systems that told you to hide those things. Shame is not innate. It was taught. And in healing it, we don’t just heal ourselves, we begin to heal our lineages, our communities, and the earth.
This is deep nervous system work. This is creative work. This is visionary leadership. This is the path of the artist, the lover, the witch, the weaver, the priestess.
Your Invitation
If this speaks to you, I invite you to notice the edges. Where in your life do you still feel shame? Around your bleed? Around your pleasure? Around your body hair, your hunger, your softness, your rage? These are doorways. These are maps. These are invitations back to your wild wholeness.
And if you want to explore this further, I’ve shared a full workshop I did with Lara on my Substack , it includes a guided somatic journey into the psychedelic feminine. I’d love for you to dive deeper with us there.
Because ultimately, this is the work of coming into right relationship, with yourself, your body, your community, and the world. It’s the work of sovereignty. Of artistry. Of deep, sacred self-trust. It’s the work of the Wisdom Path.
Be Part of the Oracle
This exploration of the psychedelic feminine isn’t just conceptual, it’s embodied, alive, and unfolding through real creative process. Right now, I’m in the midst of creating The Psychedelic Feminine Oracle Deck, a work of art, spirit, and ceremony that weaves these archetypal truths into visual form. An alchemical, artistic and poetic transmission of the psychedelic feminine and the portal she opens within us, back to ourselves.
If you’d like to step deeper into this journey, I’ve shared a behind-the-scenes post on Substack that takes you inside our opening ceremony in Margate, where this deck began to come to life. That post also includes an open invitation to be one of the muses for the deck, a free, collaborative opportunity to be photographed in sacred embodiment of one of the feminine archetypes, all shoots will take places at sacred sites and sites of natural beauty here in the native lands I call home, the British Isles.
If you feel the call, to be seen, to be part of something mythic, to co-create this oracle with me, then I’d love you to read it: Womb Priestesses in Margate’s Mysterious Light
We’re making something sacred. Come take your place in the story. I f you’re curious about the process, the themes, or how this deck is being born through ceremony, body, and image - go read the post here.
And if you feel a stirring in your bones, a whisper in your womb, I’m also inviting a small number of priestesses to be muses for the deck. This is a free opportunity to be photographed and embodied as one of the archetypes we’re channelling through this project. This is for you if you’re ready to explore your own depths, edges, and oracular wisdom, and be part of something sacred, creative, and deeply transformative.
Click through to the post for the full story and how to apply. We’re weaving something wild here and your magic might just be the missing piece.
In Creativity & Connection
Rosie
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