Wild Soul HOPE

A HOPE Method™ Reflection on Divine Creativity, Healing Frequencies & Soul-Led Wisdom

When Heaven Speaks in Color, Women Become Flame

Hildegard of Bingen didn’t just write about God — She saw the divine in visions of gold, green, stars, sound, and sacred fire. A 12th-century abbess, composer, herbalist, mystic, and poet, Hildegard defied the silence expected of women and gave voice to the divine through every creative channel possible — song, scripture, science, and soul. In her world, everything was vibration. And in the HOPE Method™, we see the same: Healing begins in frequency.

 Who Was Hildegard?

• Born in 1098 in what is now Germany
• Experienced visions of divine light and sound from early childhood
• Wrote theological works, poetry, and over 70 original compositions
• Practiced holistic healing through herbs, food, and spiritual alignment
• Recognized posthumously as a Doctor of the Church and spiritual trailblazer

While her male contemporaries dismissed or feared her visions, Hildegard stood rooted in divine clarity — and shared her gifts anyway.

 Hildegard & The HOPE Method™

Hildegard’s Teachings	HOPE Method™ Alignment
Viriditas the greening life force in all beings	Harnessing Positive Energy through nature’s vitality
Divine visions as healing	Intuition and soul downloads as guidance
Frequency of sound as medicine	Vibrational healing through sound, voice & resonance
Creative expression as sacred act	Transmuting pain through creativity and presence
Feminine wisdom as divine authority	Reclaiming sovereignty through aligned energy

 HOPE Lesson: Creativity Is a Healing Force

Hildegard didn’t wait for permission to create. She turned her pain, her visions, her awe — into music. Into medicine. Into words that outlived centuries. What if the part of you you’ve silenced is the part the world most needs to hear? The HOPE Method invites us to transmute pain into soul expression. Not to perform, but to liberate.

Viriditas: The Greening Force That Found Me Again

A reflection inspired by Hildegard of Bingen: I didn’t learn the word viriditas as a child. But I knew the feeling. It was the heartbeat of the forest. The living pulse beneath the soil. The breath of the trees that welcomed me when I climbed Indian Head Mountain at age ten with scraped knees and wild lungs— my body too young to name it, but my soul already recognizing the sacred rhythm of life.

It met me again at thirteen, when I climbed the McDonald Pass range alone — just me, the wind, and the steady thrum of the earth whispering truths I couldn’t yet speak: That I was alive. That I belonged. That something green and holy lived inside me, even if no one had ever told me so.

And then again, years later in life when I visited Hawaii. I didn’t go there seeking anything spiritual. But the moment I arrived, something ancient inside me stirred. I had this overwhelming need to touch the trees, to put my hands in the dirt, to feel the rhythm beneath my feet. It was as if the land was calling me — not to admire it, but to experience its heartbeat. I didn’t know why at the time… only that I couldn’t stop touching the earth, resting my palms on trunks, letting my body fall silent and open.

Now I understand. Years later, in my darkest time, when my body felt heavy with grief and my spirit was flickering, I remembered it. Not in words, but in sensation. That same heartbeat. That same quiet invitation to rise again. To bloom again. To believe in the greening force that never stopped pulsing beneath it all.

I believe it was my soul that recognized something long before my mind could catch up. This calling to the earth — to touch it, to feel it, to merge with it — is not new. It is something mystics have always done.

Hildegard of Bingen spoke of “viriditas” — the greening power of life — the spiritual force of nature’s vitality. She knew the trees sang. She knew the wind carried God’s breath. And standing on that mountain in Montana, and again under the banyan trees of Hawaii, I remembered, too. I remembered that my healing does not come from the earth it comes through it. Through my body. Through my breath. Through my willingness to listen when no one else is speaking.

Hildegard’s description of viriditas— the divine vitality that moves through every living thing. And when I finally learned her word for it, my soul whispered, “Yes. That’s what you’ve known all along.” I don’t follow a path of healing by theory or by trend. I follow the forest. I follow the breath of the mountain. I follow the force that rose in me as a child and returned to save me as a woman. That is the greening. That is the holy. That is viriditas.

Soul Practice: Sing Your Silence Free

Even if you don’t sing “well,” try this:

1. Sit in stillness. Place your hand on your throat.
2. Take a deep breath and hum — a low note, a high note, anything.
3. Let the sound carry something unspoken.
4. Journal what your voice revealed.

Sound is one of the oldest healing tools. Your voice carries the vibration of your truth.

 Final Reflection: The Divine Speaks in Every Color

Hildegard believed in the sacredness of green things, singing things, whispered things. She believed in the soul’s ability to receive direct transmission from the Divine — no gatekeepers required. She didn’t wait to be chosen. She remembered she already was. This is HOPE: That creativity is not a luxury — it’s a lifeline. That nature is God’s language. And that your truth has a frequency all its own.

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