WILD – The Gate to Primal Power
WILD – When the Wild Soul Speaks
„WILD: How the Untamed Soul Speaks Through Healing Plants – From Domestication to Origin.“ A post on WILD & WHOLE – where instinct meets wisdom.
„Wilderness is not a place – it is the language of the soul surviving in the cracks of civilization. In Cyprus’ mountains, where oregano and rockrose defy the cliffs, they remind us: We are not tamed – we’ve just forgotten to roar.“ 🐺🌿
WILD-ness as Primal Medicine: The Olive Tree Rebellion
The olive tree – symbol of domesticated wilderness – teaches us:
- Its gnarled roots are rebels, seeking earth’s fissures even beneath village squares.
- Its silver leaves reflect not sunlight – but the cry of the primal soul: “I am not a product – I am process!”
- Its oil is liquid revolt – pressed only by crushing the “proper facade.”
WILD Ritual:
“Press olives bare-handed (gloves forbidden!) and ask: Which societal mask am I ready to crush so my inner oil may flow?”
Health as a Mirror of the Soul
“Health as a Mirror of the Soul: How We Reclaim Our Primal Power Through DIY Adventures.”
“Every illness is the soul’s cry for wholeness – and every healing plant a teacher on the path to our core essence.”
In Cyprus’ olive groves, where trees endure storms and droughts for millennia, I’m reminded: True health is not a product – it’s a process of inner peace.
The Olive as Archetype: From Shadow to Ripening
The olive – symbol of wisdom and reconciliation – teaches us:
- Its bitter flesh represents undigested life-pain.
- Its golden oil embodies the transformed power born from facing our “shadows.”
DIY Recipe as Ritual:
“Mixing olive-oil balm is not craft – it’s alchemy. Every stir invites resistance in your life to soften.”
Open Source as Collective Shadow Work
The “open-source movement” in medicine is more than tech – it’s an archetype of giving:
- Patents symbolize fear of scarcity – a child’s distrust in “lack consciousness.”
- CC licenses mirror mature trust: “What I share multiplies.”
Cypriot Ritual:
While harvesting Troodos mountain mint, ask: “Which ‘poison plants’ of my soul have I yet to harvest?”

Illness as Teacher: Three Tinctures for the Soul’s Apothecary
1. Mastic Tincture Against the “Myth of Scarcity”
- Symbolism: Mastic, “earth’s blood,” teaches grounding in abundance.
- Use: 3 drops under the tongue when fearing loss – physical or emotional.
2. Rosemary Fire for Life’s Lust
- Psychosomatics: Rosemary ignites the “inner digestive fire” – not just for food, but undigested experiences.
- Meditation: “Breathe burnt rosemary smoke – let old disappointments blaze.”
3. Pomegranate Essence for Feminine Primal Power
- Archetype: The pomegranate – Persephone’s symbol (Goddess of fertility) – heals the split between power and surrender.
- Ritual: Steep seeds in moon-bathed water → tincture for burnout in “doing mode.”

The Seven Stages of the DIY Healer
- Acknowledge your “herb-shadow” (What do you reject? Nettle = rage?)
- Harvest as mirror (Which plant magnetizes you? Its trait is your unlived potential.)
- Preparation as initiation (Stir clockwise = accept life’s flow.)
- Application as dialogue (“Where in my body does this tincture speak?”)
- Sharing as love-act (Every gifted salve heals the belief “I am not enough.”)
- Community as soul-mirror (Open-source forums reveal collective blocks.)
- Harvest your “inner oil” (The ripe fruit is self-love.)
Cyprus’ Ancient Lesson: The Sick Tree Heals the Forest
In the Karpas forests, trees never die alone – their decay nourishes humus for new life. So too, our illness serves the whole:
- DIY medicine is soul-forestry – composting old traumas so new growth emerges.
- Open source is the mycelium network – hidden connections reminding us: Healing happens within the We.
WILD Challenge:
Find a “domesticated” space in your life (office, café, WhatsApp group) and infiltrate it with a gesture of wild authenticity: Go barefoot. Laugh unapologetically. Tuck a wildflower in your hair. 🌟

Invitation to the Inner Herb Walk
👉 Download the PDF “Seven Soul Plants” →
👉 Join the meditation “From Seed to Olive Grove” in our forum →
“Those who stir salves stir primal wounds – and in the herbs’ scent, find their way home.” 🌿