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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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You Don't Want Money (An Essay)

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You think it’s the money you want.

But it’s not.

You want the experience of completely trusting your innate power and ability to create anything from nothing (including the money).

Regardless of circumstance.

Regardless of another.

Because you know without a shadow of a doubt that everything in your life (including money) is completely sourced from you.

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Riding The Edge of Money (An Essay)

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When a friend of mine found out what I charge for a call:

Him: “Now that’s charging what you’re worth.”

Me: “No. I charge what turns me on.”

Which can change at any time.

Higher.

Lower.

Free.

Irrelevant.

I don’t associate money to (perceived) worth or value (two illusory constructs).

I play with the tension of it.

I work my way up or down with the price and the details of a specific offer until I feel a tad nervous or even nauseous about it.

Like I’m about to jump off a cliff (because energetically I am), which is just how I like it.

If the number makes me feel like, “Holy fuck. I couldn’t possibly charge THAT for XYZ.”

…then THAT is the fucking number.

No question about it.

Because it requires me to cross the same energetic threshold that my client will need to cross in order to pay it.

A turn on for us both.

When I ride my own edge, a client will need to ride theirs as well if they want to play with me on said edge.

You see?

It’s never about the number.

And it’s not about charging the most (unless that’s the truth).

It’s about selecting the sharpest point of truth and turn on, which could change from one moment, one day, one offer or one client to the next.

So I’m not attached to the number.

The moment a number feels energetically limp, I’m playing with a new one.

The new true one.

Until the next true one.

So fun.

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I Know You're Ready (An Essay)

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Today in the inbox of a hottie who’s clearly been feeling my posts and is ready to fucking POP:

Me: “I know YOU are ready. So what are you waiting for?”

Her: “I’m so fucking ready. All of a sudden as if overnight, everything has shifted and I am here.”

Bingo.

I called it.

Because I felt it.

So I made the move.

She then goes on to tell me about all the magic that transpired for her yesterday and last night — including a delicious chunk of money from someone who wanted to express appreciation for work she had done for him years ago.

Me: “HOT. Perfect. Of course. Are you ready to book our call?”

Her: “Yes. Let’s do this.”

Done.

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The Richest Woman in the World (An Essay)

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I consider myself one of the richest women in the world.

And it has nothing to do with money.

True wealth is who you are.

It is the ability to experience yourself and this moment, deeply and fully.

It is to never turn away from that potency of YOU, thereby diminishing it and all the beauty that comes from it.

When you are YOU - that magical, mystical beast of pure power - it all just shows up.

Everything you need, whenever you need it.

And even more than that.

I live a lush, vibrant, opulent life.

The number in my bank account has never played a role in this.

It has never been the source of my pleasure, my joy, my freedom, my fun.

I am the source of everything I experience.

My freedom and pleasure comes from within and is never dependent on another, let alone a number in the world of make believe (money is fun but it’s a social construct just the same).

I draw delicious things to me endlessly.

Experiences I couldn’t even conjur up if I tried.

Things I never had to ‘try’ to get, to ‘manifest’, to orchestrate.

I am simply myself, in my fullness, and life organizes itself around me.

It always has, regardless of my circumstance.

This is why I have never required a lot of money to live comfortably and beautifully.

I always had what money can’t buy.

I always had that which was worth even more.

I still live better than most people I know.

Because I measure the quality and ‘success’ of my life based on my enjoyment of it, and my ability to flow with it, regardless of what happens.

I am at peace.

I’m relatively free of inner and outer clutter.

I do what I love.

I spend my days as I wish.

I express myself

in any way I desire.

I have it all.

Nothing is ever missing.

I’m overflowing at every turn.

I dance with each moment as best as I can,

and I only get closer and closer to ME.

And the closer I am to who I am,

the richer my life becomes.

Because that’s how it’s supposed to be.

You’re here to enjoy yourself, your life, and to play the day away.

Free of stress and worry and unnecessary pain.

That decadent life begins with you and only you.

And maybe a call with me.

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