Mostly because he just put us both in a separate category based solely on physicality (ignoring the energy aka the truth which would completely disprove his point if we really were talking about the masculine and feminine) to explain why I’m fine not having a purpose and he’s not.

It’s not because I’m a woman.

It’s because I’m not attached to bullshit.

Regardless of gender, regardless of conditioning based on gender, an illusion is still an illusion.

Purpose (or lack of), like self-worth (or lack of), like value (or lack of), like countless other things that aren’t actually real, is just a human-made concept to attach to and create a story around.

Something to hold on to, to point to as the reason you feel the way you do, or do the things you do you think you should do.

Something to avoid being the living truth.

Which comes with no labels.

No terms.

No concepts.

No thing.

Your ‘purpose’ is to BE yourself,

unobstructed,

if there had to be a thing.

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You're Asking The Wrong Question (An Essay)

May 11, 2022 in Money, The NO, Most Popular, Health, Makin Moves, Mentoring, Addiction, Human Dynamics, Zero Point, Pain, Essays, Convos

It's not: "How do I get the clients / make the money / overcome the addiction / heal the pain / resolve this health and / or relationship 'issue'?"

It's: "When will I stop saying YES to a NO? When will I stop supressing what's true? When will I make being the living truth my full-time job regardless of who or what is in front of me?"

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I'm Like Shrooms For Your System (An Essay)

May 07, 2022 in Mentoring, Promos, Essays, Makin Moves, Long

working with me is like being bathed in sunshine, sparkles and rainbows

while riding a unicorn in a parade of flying kitties

and simultaneously getting an upper cut, throat punch and / or kick to the gut

and if you’re really ready to rock and roll (on the very cusp of IT)

you’re also getting thrown off the unicorn

being submerged in water

and getting kissed on the forehead

when you decide to pop back up

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The Bullshit of High-End Coaching (An Essay)

May 05, 2022 in Mentoring, Money, Makin Moves, Shit Stack, Essays, Convos, Long

Last year a hottie made a comment to me about the low caliber of client that comes with charging low prices.

And she was really sold on this bullshit narrative because she was being charged, and was charging, a wild amount for ‘high-end’ coaching at the time.

Which in and of itself isn’t an issue.

I’m pointing to the idea that a certain price point yields a certain quality of person.

It doesn’t.

Energy leads.

Not money.

I worked with Sanna for a year and didn’t pay a dollar for it.

As if I was a low calibre client.

As if she wasn’t the best ‘mentor’ on the fucking planet despite not charging me a penny.

Nothing was reduced just because a dollar amount wasn’t attached and a dollar wasn’t exchanged.

But I digress.

A couple of weeks ago, the aforementioned hottie took me up on my $50 for 30 minute deal (a rare deal since I currently charge $750 USD for a 30 minute call).

I was delighted.

Obviously her narrative had changed, and we had a beautiful call unrelated to money.

Then last week, she asked to book a second call to talk specifically about money.

Because despite investing in and offering ‘high-end’ coaching, it hadn’t really panned out, her money was almost gone, and she was starting to freak the fuck out.

I asked how much remained.

The number was hella low.

And that number turned me on because of how low it was.

Because crunch time means truth time so let’s fucking GO.

Let’s get to the guts of what was avoided when she spent and made those big dollars while by-passing the absolute truth.

Because if the investment and the sales were sourced from that (meaning there was no matter whatsoever), she wouldn’t be freaked out by this low number and she wouldn’t fear what may or may not come from this point on.

She’d also see that the anxiety isn’t from a dwindling bank account at all.

It was always there.

Reliant on, and in response to, illusory external security (and lack thereof) since the internal still lacks the stability required to feel secure regardless of externals.

Now it’s just being highlighted.

Damn, I love the crunch.

Because despite appearances, the crunch doesn’t create anything that wasn’t there already.

It just just shows you exactly where you’re at.

What you’re REALLY working with.

And how easily you can be moved.

And that you still have work to do.

Because if you’ve been using money or another as the buffer between you and YOU, you’re gonna come face to face with that in the absence of the money or the other.

Good.

Now we’re actually getting somewhere.

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Don't Pay To Get Something (An Essay)

May 05, 2022 in Money, Mentoring, Makin Moves, Essays, Convos, Long

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)

May 05, 2022 in Mentoring, Shit Stack, Makin Moves, Essays, Long

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)

May 05, 2022 in Mentoring, Money, Zero Point, Health, Human Dynamics, Essays, Long

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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Art Without Touching A Thing (An Essay)

April 08, 2022 in Art, Mentoring, Makin Moves, Digital, Essays

when someone writes something ‘off’ on a post

or says something ‘off’ on a call

(‘off’ meaning energetically inaccurate)

i use that glitch in a piece of my own

to address and ‘correct’ what was ‘off’

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Swift Kicks For Everyone (An Essay)

April 07, 2022 in Mentoring, Cheeky Bitch, Makin Moves, Promos, Convos, Essays

It’s like people come to me with all these crutches and I just keep doing swift kicks to every fucking one of them.

And then they’re like, “WHOA. I never knew I could walk without those.”

And I’m like, “Bitch, I know. And you’re welcome.”

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Making Thousands With No Price Point (An Essay)

April 03, 2022 in Mentoring, Money, Makin Moves, Zero Point, Uncluttered, Essays

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)

March 31, 2022 in Mentoring, Shit Stack, Makin Moves, Essays, Death, Words, Long

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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March 27, 2022 in Mentoring, Makin Moves, Human Dynamics, Cheeky Bitch, The NO, Essays

Three Trillion Layers Deep (An Essay)

March 16, 2022 in Most Popular, Mentoring, Human Dynamics, Makin Moves, Promos, Zero Point, Uncluttered, Essays, Grid, Long

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)

February 14, 2022 in Human Dynamics, Digital, Mentoring, Essays, Zero Point, Long

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)

February 12, 2022 in Makin Moves, Mentoring, Essays, Dominance and Submission, Long

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)

December 04, 2021 in Money, Mentoring, Makin Moves, Shit Stack, Convos, Essays, Long

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)

November 26, 2021 in Money, Mentoring, Most Popular, Zero Point, Makin Moves, Essays, Long

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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