A Wild Keen series on discernment, spirituality, and gently calling bullshit when intuition starts to tingle.
A preface from Wild Keen on how this series came to be.
It began, as all good things do in my experience, on a rainy Saturday morning after a doom scroll.
With a raised eyebrow. And a deeply sincere curiosity that manifested as:
“What the actual fuckity fuck is an Andromedan Starseed?”
Then quickly unravelled into:
“Are we doing lizard overlords now? But… make it spiritual?”
No judgement if this is your thing. Truly. The world is wide, weird, and wonderful. But somewhere between the £333 jars of moon water, the “quantum womb activations,” and “Mercury is in retrograde, I literally just can’t even” … something started to feel off kilter.
Not wrong.
Not evil.
Just…
Off.
Like a spell spoken beautifully… that doesn’t actually mean anything.
You know the feeling.
That quiet nudge. That moment where something sounds profound, but doesn’t quite land.
Where something looks sacred, but feels a little… hollow.
Like something in you (let’s call it intuition) sits up, tilts its head slightly, and goes:
“Nah, bruh.”
And that’s where this collection of musings came from. Not because anyone behind the scenes at Wild Keen believes they’re enlightened, evolved, or particularly special.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
This exists because we’ve felt that nudge. That flicker of doubt. That internal “hold the bus!“
Because we love the sacred too much to watch it get flattened into aesthetics and sold back to us with a discount code and a countdown timer.
Because knowledge becoming more accessible is a beautiful and powerful gift – but not everything that grows from that openness is rooted in care, context, or integrity.
Because sometimes the most spiritual thing you can do is squint slightly and ask:
“Does this actually make sense, or are we all just nodding because it sounds profound?”
So, let’s be clear about something –
This is not a sermon.
Not a rulebook.
Not gatekeeping.
Not hierarchy dressed up as healing.
This is a conversation.
A cheeky side-eye.
A quiet return.
Think of this series as sitting across from a friend who slides you a cup of tea and asks:
“Be honest… are we buying this?”
Sometimes yes.
Sometimes no.
Sometimes absolutely the fuck not.
All of those are welcome here.
We’ll unpack this slowly, one chapter at a time. Looking at things like:
- When spirituality becomes performance art
- When tools become trends become transactions
- When language floats so far away it forgets to mean anything at all
- And how to find your way back to something quieter, steadier, and real
There will be honesty.
There will be humour.
There will be moments where something lands a little too close to home.
And yes – there will be swearing. Quite a fair bit of it, actually. Especially the “fuck” word.
This space contains an abundance of foul language.
Not for shock value nor edge. But simply because sometimes “oh dear” simply does not carry the same weight as:
“What the fuckadoodle doo is this shit?”
So, if reading anything written by a soul well versed in the fine art of cussing isn’t your thing, this may not be your corner of the woods. No hard feelings. Truly.
But if you appreciate language that has a bit of bite, a bit of rhythm, and a bit of truth tucked into it… you’ve come to the right place.
A Quiet Agreement
You don’t have to agree with anything here.
You don’t have to take any of it as truth.
Take what resonates.
Leave what doesn’t.
Question everything – including this series. Especially this series.
And if you ever find yourself staring at something “spiritual” and thinking:
“…is it just me, or is this a bit… bullshit?”
Know it’s not just you.
Pull up a chair. Bring your curiosity. Bring your beautifully sceptical heart.
We’ll sort through it together – with a little salt, a little humour, and just enough reverence to keep the real things intact.
This ain’t sacred, babe.
But your discernment is.
In Salt & Ink,
Wild Keen
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