Don't Touch Their Shit (An Essay)

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People don’t shit on my posts.

But I often see people shitting on other people’s posts.

And people responding to said shit.

Engaging with said shit.

Thereby creating even more shit.

But here’s the thing:

You don’t have to touch another person’s shit.

Ever.

You can actually just let the person sit in their shit.

You can refuse to partake in their self-created shit show.

And when their thrown-about shit has nowhere to stick,

it lands exactly where it belongs.

With the shit disturber themself.

Who is now being confronted with their shit that wouldn’t stick.

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Through The Eye Of Your Own Needle (An Essay)

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When you’re able to go through the eye of your own needle,

because you’ve remained SO. FUCKING. CLOSE. to the absolute truth of your being,

thereby becoming so energetically ‘tight’ that you fit through that very narrow space where nothing but you exists…

what’s there for you on the other side,

is the greatest ride of your life.

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Tighter, Baby (An Essay)

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How energetically sharp / clean / tight can you get?

Before you say anything.

Before you do anything.

When you say anything.

When you do anything.

How pure are you willing to be?

Is the true move to actually open that message?

To respond right now?

To write exactly what you wrote?

Did you even MEAN that?

Or were there add-ons?

Embellishments.

Half truths or whole lies.

Is the true move to answer the phone just because it’s ringing?

Or is it to call that person back?

Or to stop talking to them altogether?

Is the true move to spend your money on that particular thing?

For that amount exactly?

Or to not spend a dime.

And save every dollar you get.

Is the true move to take a nap?

To sleep in?

To stay up?

To go a whole week barely catching a wink?

Each of these things are oh-so little,

but they make up your entire life.

And the way you play with each little thing,

is how you conduct EVERY thing.

So how true are your moves?

How YOU are you?

And how much truth are you leaving on the metaphorical table because you automatically default to false?

If there’s any, it’s time to clean up.

As the fucking boss that you inherently are,

you gotta use whatever and whoever is in front of you right now,

to make your truest move and live your truest life.

You don’t have to wait for anything or anyone,

or for something BIG to happen,

in order to move like a beast.

No happening is ever too small.

And every single happening is what you must use,

to keep paving your way to YOU.

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Anything Less Is A Lie (An Essay)

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My hands shook when I sent her the number for our call ($25,000).

An unexpected but completely accurate number for her and I.

A number I didn’t think my way to.

I just knew in a moment.

It’s this or nothing.

Anything less (or more) — a lie.

A lie that would soften the edge of ME.

And I’d rather die than do such a thing.

She could take it or leave it.

That wasn’t the point.

Nor was the amount I chose.

I’m here to ride my edge all the fucking way,

and see how far I go.

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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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Late To My Own Party (An Essay)

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Years ago I wrote,

“Why is the world so late to my party?”

Because I knew what I was.

And yet, I could barely touch HER.

And I thought (rather felt — not even consciously — only in retrospect) that if others caught on before I did, I’d somehow land in ME.

Except plenty did catch on.

Plenty saw ME long before I saw HER.

Long before I could live as HER without the split that kept me blind.

It was me not showing up for MY party.

And I didn’t even know.

All I knew was that it hurt so bad,

to feel so damn far from ME.

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“I heard someone say that you should always be a half a step ahead because otherwise a full step is too far and people aren’t able to follow along. Sure, you stand alone but like… literally all alone. I’ve always felt so far ahead and also very much alone. This need to be understood and followed by others has what has kept me waiting and idling while I hope the world will catch up. Then… before I know it, someone else has created that thing that has been incubating and was now sitting dead and unhatched. To have a finger in the pulse of something that isn’t actually alive yet takes balls and yes... big ole dick energy to carry forth into the world. Always fucking waiting for the world to catch up is a trap. Plus… it’s not even fun doing shit everyone else is doing anyway. Man, what was I thinking.” Kristin Moyer

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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Why You Chase BIG Dreams (An Essay)

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Focusing on a BIG, seemingly ‘unachievable’ dream that happens somewhere ‘out there’ at another time that is definitely not now,

is the perfect way to cock-block yourself from making any moves at all.

That’s why you made it so BIG.

To make sure that you wouldn’t move.

And you blame the BIGness of the thing for the moves you aren’t making…

but you’ve created and are using the BIG thing to keep you from going too far.

And of course you can have BIG dreams (which are often just visions of you unobstructed),

but there’s a difference between knowing what you’re here for and making your moves from that knowing…

and experiencing that pulsating desire and then doing all that you can to put something,

anything,

between you and the very thing you’re most afraid to own.

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Elixir For Your Being (An Essay)

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Regardless of the move, you can feel if it’s distorted or clean.

The matter is felt.

The lack of it as well.

If you’re not doing a particular thing, and that non-doing comes from avoidance, resistance, resentment, holding back truth, or any other energetically contracted state, it’s palpable.

Heavy.

Dense.

Gross in your system.

If you’re not doing a particular thing just because it’s true not to do it, with nothing attached to that non-doing at all, it’s clean.

Beautiful.

An elixir for your being.

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You Don't Need Closure (An Essay)

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When you let a situation ‘bleed out’ (come to its natural and inevitable conclusion), you choose not to touch it because it doesn’t require an intervention.

It’s not avoidance.

It’s knowing through discernment.

It’s staying where it’s true.

Not remaining where it’s flat.

And…

It’s not true that you need ‘closure’.

To wrap things up.

To contrive an end point,

just so you can say it’s done.

It’s done the moment it flatlines.

Anything beyond that is just more of that.

So no need to state the obvious.

Or bring it back to life.

Just stay where it’s most alive,

as everything dead falls away.

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The NO And WHOA Are Equal (An Essay)

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Every NO and WHOA is made equal.

Both are sourced from the absolute truth.

Both are hot in the system of anyone in contact with them.

Both are exactly what’s required in that moment (as is a yes/no).

Both add to your knowing (as does a yes/no).

Both source even more art (as does a yes/no).

So you’re always on track with your NO and your WHOA,

birthed straight from the death of your yes and your no.

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Stop Blaming A Lack of Money (An Essay)

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Lack of money isn’t the reason you aren’t living your fullest and truest life.

You are the reason you aren’t living your fullest and truest life.

And lack of money is a by-product of that self-denial.

And…

It’s not about the money.

You can have nothing in your account and still make your truest move right now.

But you use lack of money as your excuse not to do that.

It’s an easy ‘out’ from riding the edge of life and of yourself.

The perfect excuse to keep saying NO to you.

And how freaking handy to blame your self-created, restricted inner experience on that clearly-more-powerful-than-you money.

That completely-outside-of-you money.

But here’s what’s true:

That ‘restriction’ you experience financially is simply the energetic restriction you’re living in constantly, projected onto, and out-pictured through, money.

Your system is jammed.

And so are your finances.

Because money doesn’t move before you do.

It’s already here.

Where are you?

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Layers on Layers of YUM (An Essay)

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You don’t actively create your magic.

You get out of the way and the magic happens through you.

Like clockwork.

And as you purify your lens,

you experience more magic than ever before.

Layers on layers on layers of YUM.

But you’re not creating something new.

You’re unveiling what always was.

Just like a sculptor chipping away to reveal the piece they know is there,

you’re dissolving whatever imagined blocks you thought existed between you and all that YOU are.

And of course each unveiling feels newer.

Lighter.

Higher.

Truer.

Since you’ve unearthed even more through your perpetual excavations.

But it also feels like home.

Like it’s nothing new at all.

Because you’ve never not been home.

Home is what YOU are.

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