Mentoring

Don't Pay To Get Something (An Essay)

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In a call yesterday, the fella was talking about high ticket coaches and the idea that he needed to invest in them to make those big dollars himself.

I said there’s no A to B connection.

If you’re investing in someone to make money or to ‘get’ anything, it’s not a clean move.

Sure it can ‘work’ for a while.

You might land some big ass sales.

But as long as there’s an ulterior motive, those dollars are counterfeit aka not pure which means you’ll still end up exactly where you were until you’re ready to strip everything that led you to chasing the money in the first place.

The idea of paying someone for a future something you think you don’t already have, has got to go.

Pay someone because it feels hot as fuck to play with them.

That’s it.

Not for the thing.

Not for some illusory outcome you’re banking on to get your ‘money’s worth’.

Only for the experience you can’t get anywhere else with anyone else because your being just told you so.

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There Is No Final Frontier (An Essay)

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There is no last piece.

No final frontier.

No specific area(s) you need to ‘work out’ once and for all and then you’ll be good to go for the rest of your life.

The game has no end.

You’ll never be done.

And the work remains the same.

You’re just playing with matter and its inevitable dissolution.

Regardless of the content or density.

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Seeing Through The Public Persona (An Essay)

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You can swap the coach, the paradigm, the partner.

You can change the business, the lingo, and make big money.

You can lose the weight and hit a new personal record.

And STILL not shift energetically.

Just because you switched the box and the externals look different, it doesn’t mean a damn thing changed.

And just because others paint a superficial and strategically crafted picture of themselves publicly, doesn’t mean it’s the real thing, either.

These days, when I read certain posts from those I once looked up to, and they are still selling the same flat experience (but now in a sparkly ‘new’ package), those I thought had ‘made it’ and knew something I didn’t (since I didn’t yet trust myself fully) because I was reading their content (which is what sold me) instead of their energy (which speaks the actual truth)…

I can now feel where they’re really at, regardless of what they’re saying.

And in all this time, nothing got cleaned up.

They never actually moved.

They simply added new words, new offers, and new price points from that same exact place.

Pretending something new has taken place, and maybe it has circumstantially, but energetically it’s stagnant as hell and wasn’t truly alive to begin with.

But back then I was sold on the external narrative.

My ravenous desire to find answers to my perceived dilemmas, and relief from what ailed me, clouded my ability to discern between what was being presented in the physical and what was actually loud as fuck in the non-physical.

But the cleaner I got, the easier it was for me to read between those lines.

To feel the truth beyond the words.

To know where someone’s actually at instead of where they’ve positioned themselves to be.

So I came to understand that some of the most celebrated and followed ‘teachers’ are the ones drowning in the most illusion.

They’re energetic hot messes.

Which captivates and motivates those who are also drenched in matter.

They love the resonance.

The feeling of ‘same’.

I love the void.

The feeling of clean.

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Making Thousands With No Price Point (An Essay)

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I made thousands in one week letting others pick the price themselves for a 30-minute call with me.

Thousands.

That didn’t happen because of my ‘price point’.

There wasn’t one.

Still ‘worked’.

Because nothing was in the way.

I was just playing because it was fun.

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Overcompensating With Words (An Essay)

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It’s never about the words themselves.

It’s about the energy sourcing them.

Which is why someone can speak or write the most beautiful piece,

but you still can’t feel a thing.

It’s flat.

It’s dead.

From the mind.

Not from being.

From a concept.

Not from truth.

It’s overcompensating with words,

for what has yet to be touched.

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Three Trillion Layers Deep (An Essay)

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if someone has travelled three layers deep

and you have travelled three trillion on route to a bazillion

you’re swimming in a vastness they’ve yet to taste

but can sense

in you

and in themselves

this will terrify and / or intrigue them

or feel so far from where they are that they insist it doesn’t exist

(because they don’t yet have the eyes to see what’s invisible to the eye)

they’d rather stick to what is seen and known

(like most do)

and so…

at three layers deep

with three trillion more layers beneath

and a bazillion more layers to go

they’re content with those three layers

believing that what they see is all there is

so for them, nothing feels like it’s missing

even though much has yet to be explored

they simply aren’t yet pulled to touch

the underworld of themselves

and who can blame them, really?

those depths aren’t for the masses

they’re for those

who can’t survive

let alone thrive

unless / until they freefall

into the darkness

into the abyss

into the stillness

where nothing exists

and when one comes across another

three trillion layers deep

there’s a mutual

and oh so beautiful

recognition of what it took

to arrive at those depths

where most won’t dare to swim

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The Other Is Not My Business (An Essay)

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There was a period of time when I found it invigorating, even fascinating, to read the ideas, and witness the evolutions, of others on social media.

Eventually, that ceased to be the case.

Not because the others had changed.

But I had.

I fell even deeper into myself and the rest just felt like noise.

So I stopped observing said noise and got quieter within.

More still, more sure, more pure, more me.

The other is not my business.

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When Bullshit is Afoot (An Essay)

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It’s not like I go around disrupting everyone and everything around me just because there’s bullshit afoot.

I don’t move until I’m moved.

When it would be untrue not to do whatever I’m called to do.

I never plan to fuck shit up.

I never try to fuck shit up.

I just ‘apply pressure’ when it’s required because my being just told me so.

And ‘applying pressure’ can look like anything.

It can look like speaking the truth.

It can look like walking away.

It can look like digging in.

It can look like not intervening.

The moment and the energy and the inner directive determines the move.

Not the person or the thing specifically.

Even when people in my life are going through the shit, I don’t pull a ‘Mandy’ on them just because I can.

Because unless it’s ripe and it’s true,

it does nothing for either of us.

The ‘Mandy’ move only works when the energy is activated; the the tell-tale sign that both of us are ready to play together and fuck shit up — without knowing what’s about to go down.

And until I feel that pull,

I don’t make a move.

And when I do,

KA-BOOM.

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I Call Bullshit (An Essay)

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Her: “I have to master this level first.”

Before she can make the kind of money and moves she wants to make.

Me: “Did you really just say that to me?”

We both laugh.

“Once I…” is a lie.

It is the perfect illusion / justification / delay-tactic for not making the move that your system is turned on to make / take RIGHT NOW.

Not later.

It’s basically saying: “I know that’s for me but let me ‘work on’ something else instead because I couldn’t possibly trust myself or my ability to create what I know I’m here for and keep saying that I want. I couldn’t possibly do something THAT crazy (like honour what my being is telling me to do right now) because of this illusory X that’s in the way, but I’m sure that ‘future’ me will trust me more than this me and then I’ll create what I’m here to create because by then, X will no longer exist.”

Absolute bullshit.

When you get the hit, you do it.

That’s how you collapse the illusion of X.

Because it never existed in the first place.

Get it?

You created X to avoid the true move.

When you make the true move,

X ‘disappears’.

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Creating Beyond The Need For Money (An Essay)

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I didn’t have the required amount of money to invest long-term (and at times not even for single calls) with any of the incredible mentors I’ve worked with over the years.

And yet, I worked with the very best of the best.

Because who I am is beyond the illusion of money and the need to have it in order to bring absolutely everything that’s for me, at the very highest level, directly into my field without missing a beat.

I’ve always had this ‘ability’ (which isn’t an ability at all - it’s natural to one’s being) to draw to me what I most love and truly desire at the deepest level — in spades — in excess of what I thought possible — with plenty of cherries on top — in every season of life.

Regardless of my bank account.

Because what’s for me is delivered to me by ME and the illusory externals never obstruct what shows up.

Ever.

So I exist quite naturally in a world that’s catered to me specifically.

(The same is true for you)

The most extraordinary offers land at my feet.

And it’s always a feeling of, ‘Of course.’

Of course when I couldn’t ‘afford’ X, Y, Z, something even richer, even more delicious, even more me, came right to my door.

As it should be.

There’s much to be said about all that can be created without a dollar exchange.

And just as much to be said about what’s created with one.

On either side of the this illusory coin though,

it’s all just about the energy.

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Dancing Around The Fire of You (An Essay)

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I had a call with a hottie who was on fire until she started talking about her work.

As she spoke about it, the energy went flat.

I remained silent.

Then she stopped talking.

She asked what just happened.

She felt the shift as well.

It wasn’t what she said about her work.

It was that nothing true was coming through.

Which is why the energy of our very alive conversation died once she started speaking about it.

Moments later, she confessed that the thing she actually wants to write about publicly and express as part of her work and full being-ness, is the exact thing she feels she can’t write publicly about because of A, B, C.

The reasons don’t matter.

The fact that she’s denying herself and betraying her system of what it naturally wants to do more than anything else right now…

and the fact that she’s been withholding that expression for quite some time…

despite already knowing exactly what the first line of that extraordinary introductory piece is going to be and all that it will contain…

for fear of ‘exposing’ the truthiest truth she has ever experienced…

for fear of how others might react to said truth…

for fear of being THAT real…

and owning the full power of that truth and that level of self-expression…

is exactly why her work is flat and nothing within it is moving.

Tears.

Not because she was sad.

But because she knew that her being and her work now requires her to ‘expose’ (her word; not mine) that perfect and beautiful truth she’s been trying to avoid speaking about.

The one thing she always writes and talks around.

Expressing everything but THAT.

That one thing that’s more potent and powerful than all the other things combined.

That one thing that will break open all the rest that lays dormant as she hides behind the words that say everything but THAT.

Dancing around the fire of truth for fear of getting burned.

And now, a new choice.

If she so dares.

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A Little Coaching Secret (An Essay)

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Even if they never talk about it publicly or directly, there is not one (great) coach / mentor / human who doesn’t regularly come up against their ‘shit’ aka their perfectly-customized conditioning and does what it takes to see through it.

Where do you think all of that brilliance and wisdom comes from in the first place?

It comes from the same shit that everyone else faces.

They’re speaking directly (albeit seemingly indirectly through their posts) from having lived through exactly what’s being spoken about.

And the only difference between them (if they’re truly walking their talk) and everyone else (the majority of people who’d rather avoid actively looking at said shit), is that they genuinely want to play this game of facing and seeing through each illusion, instead of allowing that mirage to lead their life.

Which is why they do whatever it takes to become a master of themselves instead of a slave to their illusions, because for these kinds of people, there is no other option.

They’re here for the depth and breadth of living from the core of who they are, and built into that beautifully uncompromising desire, is the requirement to face and learn how to play with all that arises; regardless of how it appears or what must be sacrificed, in order to keep playing the game at a level befitting of these rare birds, who are wholly unable to settle for anything less.

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They Don’t Speak Your Language (An Essay)

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No matter how high-quality or high-end the container is or appears to be, its very structure prevents you from accessing your own knowing.

And guaranfuckingteed the container holder hasn’t fully accessed theirs either (or they’d be done with containers themselves), so how on earth can they take you to where they haven’t dared to go themselves?

It’s impossible.

They don’t even speak that language.

The language you speak but have yet to have spoken to you.

You’ll never access the full depths of yourself while being coddled away from who that is.

There’s another way.

An easier way.

And it’s a helluva lot more fun.

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Adept At Sourcing From Within (An Essay)

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It’s amusing to me now to think of who and what I used to go to for answers.

Plenty of people.

Plenty of books.

Plenty of tools that left me out of my own equation.

People and things who couldn’t possibly take me to where I actually needed to go (to the edge and depths of myself), yet their inevitable inability to do so was perfect.

Because I eventually got tired of outsourcing.

And became adept at sourcing from within.

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