When you’re done pretending to be vanilla.

Oh how easily we fall into the trap.

Giving in to the noise that seems so prevalent in todays ‘social’ society.

The comparison.

The jealousy.

Seeing all the ‘overnight’ success stories and wondering what the hell you’re doing wrong.

The feeling of being a total fucking failure.

All the time.

So we give up on our authentic selves.  We overthrow the voices inside our hearts with the cacophony inside our heads.

We dilute our essence and we become


Fuck, I hate vanilla.

I’m sorry, but I do.

I tried being vanilla for a very long time.

I tried liking vanilla for a very long time.

I tried bullshitting myself and everyone else by focussing on all the good of vanilla.

But you know what Darling,

I’m not fucking vanilla!

And I will never be vanilla again.

Please stop asking me to just taste vanilla one more time in case I change my mind.

I won’t.

Oh I get it.

I understand why society wants as many of us to be vanilla as possible.  Because you can add a little bit of strawberry, a little bit of chocolate, a little bit of kiwi, creating the illusion that we have flavour.  But we miss the richness of the purity of the undiluted.

So we’re all a little different.

Yet we miss the burst of our uniqueness.

The sad part for me is that I notice more and more loving people share their insights, wisdom and systems with people with the intention of enriching lives.  Instead of others opening themselves up to the experience of that which is being shared, taking bits and pieces from here, there and everywhere else, going within to remember their truth, their talent, their authentic power and then creating their own work of art, they simply become carbon copies.

From the outside they look like hazelnut.

Except they are not the original.

When you take a bite into the core they are



Okay Okay I’m guilty as well.

Hey, I’m no different from you.

Just like you I’m also on this journey of self discovery.

I’ve screwed up again and again and again and again!  for me to get to this point where I’m finally falling in love with me, myself and I.  To get to the point where I’m curious all the time, exploring the findings of others to tickle the awakening of my own remembrance.

It’s actually seriously fun.

But then again I’m willing to fail.

Are you?

I know that I have to keep failing, to keep tasting shit that looks like chocolate, to make powerful distinctions for myself.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I have a coach (she’s definitely not vanilla) who says that if you’re not willing to fail for your art, for the rest of your life, go find something else to do.  If you want a guarantee of success in order for you to create your art another day, then hang up your brushes.

I agree.

If you’re not willing to bleed for your art for the rest of your life without earning a single dime, then go do something else.  Anything else.  If money is the driving force then go find an easier way to make money.

Go be vanilla.

For those of us who strive to bring our undiluted selves to the world, it can never be about the money.

It can never be about the recognition.

It can never be about the noddy badges.

For what drives us is passion.

The burning desire to share that which is inside of us with the world.  To just put it out there for all to see, for all to criticise, for all to pull apart.

For the chance

The smallest of chances

That maybe

Just maybe

Someone pauses, reads our words, listen to our voices, takes in our paintings,

and smiles.

We create for the one in eight billion who needed what we have to share in that moment and for them to wake the fuck up from the swirl of vanilla and remember their cherry.

That’s what drives me.


Weeks go by without a single response.

But the message refuses to be silenced.

She screams out of my fingers.

I have no choice.

For the memory of existence is burned into my frontal cortex for the rest of my life.

It burns me up inside when I look around and see so many people who are addicted to the trance not realising the torture of their creative soul within.

So I get up

I show up

Every fucking day

Even when I get criticised

Even when some stranger publicly posts that my voice irritates her – and I wasn’t even signing at the time

I do it because my soul refuses to let me sleep, refuses to let me give up, refuses to let me become vanilla again.

And then

Every so often

I receive a message that has tears streaming down my cheeks

A couple of line of deep gratitude that my words saved a soul that was rock bottom

and that’s all I need to continue my work.

Not that I’m saying you should be broke.

God knows I’ve had that experience as well – having a complete stranger standing at my door to take away furniture to pay my bills.

Not planning on having that repeated.

Success happens to look way better on me.

My soul agrees.

So as I give I receive.

Deep gratitude to the Universe.

Here is what I want you to know today Darling:

You are unique.  It is that uniqueness that those you are here to serve is salivating for.

They don’t want your vanilla downed version.

They’re bloated from vanilla.

They want you.

Warts and all.

Everyone is sick and tired of photoshopped perfection.

We want human!

Pure, un-fucked with beauty.

They want YOUR words – the way YOU say them.

They want YOUR art – the way YOU create it.

Your people wants YOU!

For the love of all that is chocolate, hazelnut, strawberry, kiwi, blueberry purists STOP PRETENDING TO BE VANILLA!

Fucking nobody can put Baby in the corner.

For death is inevitable.

Thriving is choice – and she doesn’t taste like vanilla.

With love eternal,


PS:  today we kick off live with FLOW.  This program is designed to heal, to open, to discover, to hear the voice in your heart, the voice of your soul, and to build your business from this place of the authentic you.  I share all I’ve learned in the art of mind-set, business building, affirmations, prayer, meditation, yoga and more to support you in bringing your essence to humanity.  This course is not for you if you’re seeking a cookie cutter approach to life.  It’s not for you if you want to be a diluted version of anything.  It’s going to challenge you.  It’s going to have you show up for yourself in a way that you’ve not done before.  It’s gonna be on helluva ride Darling.  Get started here.




It’s time for next level goals. No more fucking around.

The planets are lining up for your success – the question is are you?

October kicks off with Mars making an ideal angle to Pluto not only supporting you to move forward with your goals, but putting you in the power seat to boot.

Which means October 1st is THE ideal time to set your next level goals.

Clear you diary!

It’s a Sunday.

What better day to start creating your next level thrive?

But here’s what I want to say to you,

PLEASE for all the love in the world stop wasting your time by setting bullshit goals!

Stop setting small goals that don’t inspire jack shit in you.

Stop setting goals that are negotiable.

Stop setting goals that you’re prepared to walk away from.

That’s what the little people do

The minions

The mediocre masses

They take a powerful tool which guarantees transformation, growth, success, and they rip it’s guts out leaving you with a shell distracting you from your mission, leaving you feeling hollow.

It drives me nuts to see magnificent people living mediocre lives because they think they can mess around with manifestation and not pay the price.

They think they can quickly put together something and get epic results.

What you put in is what you get out Darling so why on earth would you set yourself up for failure again and again and again?

Just to make yourself feel bad?

Just to keep yourself stuck?

Just to keep yourself small?

That’s f*&@$#$ bullshit!


YOU are powerful.

YOU are enough.

YOU are magnificent.

YOU have an epic purpose which others are dying to experience.

YOU are worth gold!

So let’s do it properly this time around.

First things first – figure out you core values!

I’m not kidding!

Stop wasting your time by setting goals unless you know what means EVERYTHING to you.

Every time you set goals which are contradicted by your core values, you WILL sabotage yourself along the way.  Guaranteed!

Make sure your values are your own and not your parents.

Make sure your values support you in living an epic live.

Make sure your values are based on your badass rebellious truth instead of the bullshit that you think will make you look good in the eyes of others.

I’m going to give you a heads-up here:  I’ve found that for my soul tribe, creating their art, whatever that may be, is CRUCIAL for thriving.  Before everything else in life.  And yes, we’re called selfish bitches by most others because they’re not our people and they will never understand.  They can kiss your sexy ass.

Have your values?


Let’s move on.

Next you want to create the vision.

The big vision.

The one where there are ZERO limitations.

EVERYTHING that you desire to be, do or have.

In your spirituality.

In your business.

In your money.

In your lifestyle.

In your relationships.

In your health and fitness.

Write it all out.

Then go back and ask, and what else?

Write it down

Then go back and ask, and what else?

By now your ass should be levitating off the seat, you should be THAT excited, THAT high vibe.

If not, your writing bullshit.

You’re writing other peoples stuff.

Stop it.

Go back to the drawing board.

Once you hit that sweet spot, that spot where you’re howling your excitement pick the three that will make the BIGGEST impact and change in your life.

Ask yourself, are they all in alignment with my core values?

If not, you either need to change your goals or rephrase them in a way that your values will drive you forward every step of the way.

Next you want to solidify those babies with purpose!


Write down how your life will change when you’ve achieved this goal.  What will you learn along the way.  Who will you become.  What will you gain.  What shitty habits will you break.  Who else will be impacted and what is that impact.  WHAT IS THE PAIN OF NOT ACHIEVING YOUR GOAL.  No pain?  Drop it! Walk away.  Go back to the drawing board.

When the pain of not achieving your goal is unbearable write down minimum 3 beliefs you will have once you have achieved your goal, write down minimum 3 thoughts that you will have on a daily basis once you’ve achieved your goal, write down minimum 3 emotions you will feel once you have achieved your goal, write down minimum 3 actions you will have to take on a daily basis in order for you to achieve your goal.

That’s one down.

Now repeat the process for the other two goals.

THIS is how we set goals.

The non-negotiable goals.

The goals that awakens the beast inside salivating with hunger for achievement.

Anything else?




Do it proper or don’t do it at all.

Does it take 20 minutes?

Hell no Darling.  That’s why I said book out the day!

This is YOUR LIFE!

Is it not worth a day?



As I reviewed my goals thus far for 2017 I have nailed them and nailed them good.


Because I don’t fuck around with shit that’s negotiable.

I sweat for my goals.

I sacrifice for my goals.

I bleed for my goals.

That’s just how I roll.

And it’s worth it.

For me.


Let me know your goals.

Let me know who you will be a year from now.

Take my breath away with the magnificence of your true vision.

For only death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,


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Have we seriously become a generation of spectators?

This is my personal truth.

Nobody is going to make shit happen for you.

Nobody is going to put you on a pedestal and adore you.

Nobody is going to change the world to suite your idea of peace and love and prosperity.

Nobody is going to discover a magic pill that allows you to eat like a pig and stay in tip top shape.

It ain’t gonna happen Sunshine so wake the fuck up, rub that sleep out of your eyes and start doing it for yourself.

When I look around I see a generation sitting on the sidelines, criticising all who have the courage to be on the actual playing field, willing to take the chances, willing to fall, willing to get dirty, willing to bleed.

I see a generation stuffing their bodies full of chemicals waiting for modern medicine to discover a cure for the diseases they are creating within themselves.

I see a generation who have completely disempowered themselves by believing the bullshit handed down to them that they’re somehow lacking, somehow not smart enough, somehow not good enough, somehow don’t have choices… and instead of proving the motherfuckers wrong, they have given up the fight.

I see people disconnecting from their wisdom, constantly looking for ‘the answer’ that is going to make them successful.

Except they’re not prepared to be a part of the conversation.

They’re not willing to do it differently, creatively.  They wait for the tried and tested.

I think it’s absurd.

And of course I’m not preaching to YOU

Because I know that you’re not a locust mindlessly consuming all in your sight.

Because if you’re reading this, then you’re a goddamned soul warrior here to bring change.

You’re one of the courageous few willing to walk out in front and find your truth, your own answers, your creative way of doing, your thrive.

You’re one of the leaders willing to be part of the conversations that matter.  The stimulating, thought provoking, questioning conversations that brings light to topics which have long since been archived in the darkness of bullshit.

You’re one of the rebels willing to hang your ass out there, willing to love yourself enough to live a healthy lifestyle, willing to be selfish enough to be true to yourself.

It doesn’t mean that it’s easy on the field.

It doesn’t mean that we don’t get tired at times and take a break just to catch our breaths.

It doesn’t mean that we don’t lose our shit when the frustration overwhelms or we just get so tired of hearing the constant booing from the sidelines and we just want to stand in front of a hater and say “Fuck Off!”

We’re human after all.

And we’re filled with passion!

So much passion.

It can’t be contained indefinitely.

It’s impossible.

So it erupts.

I know that personally my passion often gets mislabelled as aggression.

I get told that I should stop screaming so much.

I get told that I should stop cursing so much.

I get told a lot of shit.

But you know what Darling, my passion is red.

My passion is fire.  

My passion is explosive at times.  

My passion is the storm.

So feel my rage!

Hear my voice thundering.

Because you’re either going to get your ass up off that bench and come play with me on the muddy field of life,


you’re going to ask me to keep quiet so you can go back to sleep.

Let those who criticise you go back to sleep.

Stop wasting your time and energy on those who don’t desire change.

As far as I’m concerned all those haters who are constantly pissing on your parade have way too much time on their hands because they’re not actively living their own lives!

And of course when you ask them why they’re not training instead of constantly swallowing fat burners, they say because they don’t have time.

When you ask them why they’re not learning something new and interesting with which to enhance their professional lives as they’re constantly complaining of how stuck they are, they say because they don’t have time.

When you ask them why they’re not doing the mindset work which will change EVERYTHING that they don’t adore in their lives, they say because they don’t have time.

Yet they have time to surf the internet for hours looking for someone to hate on.

They have time to watch season after season of some gory series on Netflix.

Isn’t it crazy?

or is it just me?

Darling, today is a day like never before.  Today is an opportunity to do life in a way that you’ve never done it before.  Today is filled with unlimited potential for you to create whatever you want to create.

Stop recreating yesterday out of fear of the spectators.

My question is though, are you going to love yourself enough to see this truth and to make the choices today that has you thriving, or are you going to continue buying into the illusion that has you enslaved to the demands of others?

Are you going to remember who you truly are and create the space in time for introspection and creative thought or are you going to stay busy as a way of sabotaging your greatness?

Please know this as absolute truth:

YOU are perfect

YOU are wisdom

YOU are beautiful

YOU are powerful

YOU are the creator of your own life – all of it

YOU are worth joy

YOU are worth love

YOU are worth success

YOU are enough.

This is the truth that nobody has ever told you because they know that the moment you believe this on a cellular level, you will be a game changer.  You will step into your rightful place as a leader.  You will own your powers and create that which is sorely lacking in a world falling into decay.  

You will rise and you will thrive!

If you’re ready then take the statements of truth above and make them your own.

Go stand in front of the mirror and say out loud:

“I AM perfect.  I AM wisdom.  I AM beautiful.  I AM powerful.  I AM the creator of my own life – all of it.  I AM worthy of joy.  I AM worthy of love.   I AM worthy of success.  I AM ENOUGH!”

Do this for 30 days and see the magic come to life.

I know I know – it’s uncomfortable AF in the beginning.  You feel like a fake.  You feel like an idiot.

Just persevere.

Everything that gets practiced continuously becomes easy.

It WILL be worth it.

You’re too precious to sit on the sidelines.

We need you on the field.

All of you.

You are very loved.

For the only thing guaranteed is death.  Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,


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The exquisite power of awareness and conscious choice

Oh dear, this is a little embarrassing.

Letting you into my private ‘hall of shame’.

Because you know, I like to share my shit with you once I’ve figured it all out and have new results to show.

Once I’ve gone through the dark tunnel and I’m jumping in joy in the light.

But not today.

It’s too important for you to wait for me to shift through the entire process.

I know that chances are brilliant that my awareness this morning will benefit you greatly, so I’m sharing it although my ego is screaming like a fucking loon in my head!

“No Anel!  They’ll think you’re such a coward.

Such a fake.

Such an idiot.

Which means your sperm donor was right – you’re nothing but a stupid bitch.

You’re not worth jack shit.”


So here’s what happened – real time – which also explains why my blog is so late today.

I woke up at 4 am.  All on fire and ready to go.  Waiting for my alarm so I can get thriving in my day.

Alarm went off.

I shot out of bed like a rocket.

My husband didn’t.

In fact, he pressed the snooze button.

And I freaked!

I went into a complete spin because he’s messing with our perfectly rehearsed morning routine.

It was a little absurd and I was stunned by my reaction.

Which could only mean one thing…

… time to journal the shit out of what’s going on.

Here’s what I figured out in my torrent of words:  It has nothing to do with my husband.  Nadah.  It’s all me.

It’s 45 years of fear which has been neatly kept at bay within the confinement of routines.

Yes, I’m a routine freak.

Which then made me realise that I’m also a control freak.

Which rarely works out for me especially considering my hunger for adventure.

Adventure never happens in a controlled environment.

Really bizarre is the fact that I can take a back-pack and walking stick and go climb a mountain where people have died and once I take that first step, I’m completely calm.  In the zone baby.  Thriving.

My husband presses the snooze button on a Wednesday morning and I lose the plot.

Which had me thinking how much energy I lose when people mess with my routine and considering I have kids, it’s actually quite a lot.

This realisation also explains why school holidays spins me out!

And you know what, I didn’t enjoy feeling like a scared little bitch whilst journaling and reliving a childhood filled with uncertainty.  A childhood where I often received the backlash of someone else losing their shit and since I was always the smallest in stature, I guess that made me the perfect target.

It went a lot deeper, but I’m not ready to stand completely naked in front of you today.

Not today.

I’m still feeling a tad raw from my awareness this morning.

Especially since I then decided to take back my control by throwing my day into complete chaos!

Not doing anything at the time or place that I normally do it in.

It feels really shit.

Normally, by this time of the day I feel like a badass achiever with all my creative goals accomplished for the day.

But not today.

It’s almost time to start supper and I’m still writing my blog FFS.

I’m determined to see it through though.

I’m determined to prove to my ego that I can turn my day topsy-turvy and still go to bed a winner in every sense of the word.

But it’s hard as hell.

I’m really struggling.

Even writing this makes me feel so incompetent.

Which is just another egotistical story.

That’s why I’m sharing it with you.

I want you to understand that our worlds are created based on the stories we tell ourselves which is reinforced through experience and unless we take the time to investigate, we become the reader instead of the author.

Or rather, that’s what it feels like.

We’re still the author.

Just in a coma.

In conclusion – I’ve awakened to another scene in my story.

Another little quirk that my ego designed for me to not be in full power.

Another way of staying small.

Not anymore.

Instead I’m working through all of that which has happened in my past, bringing the monsters out of the cupboard, embracing them in compassionate hugs and sending them on their merry ways.

I’m facing my fears and taking action regardless of my trembling legs (and hands as I’m typing this) and I know I’ll be okay.

I know that by 8 pm I will breathe a sigh of relief, look at myself in the mirror and state “I’m so proud of you Anel.  We sure did show all those motherfuckers what we’re made of.  You badass you.”


And tomorrow?

Well tomorrow I will choose to consciously embrace my routine because I know I rock it out.

It’s not about throwing the baby out with the bath water.

It’s not about changing everything because we become aware of the drivers.

It’s just about conscious choice.

So my Darling, where in your life is auto-pilot creating a false sense of security for you which hushes your inner voice for healing?

Where are you in a relationship which is long past it’s due date because you tell yourself rather the devil you know than the devil you don’t?

Where are you so stuck in a job that you can do it with your eyes closed keeping you half-asleep from your potential?

It’s truly time for the warriors, the healers, the leaders, the change bringers to question not just ‘the’ system, but their systems.  Their stories.

Empower yourself with conscious choice.

For death is inevitable.  Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,




If you want perfection, I’m not your gal.

I’m going against the grain.

And it might be costing me dollars, but it’s bringing me success.

You see Darling, I made a choice a long time ago to give up the pursuit of ‘perfection’.

I don’t believe in perfection.

I don’t believe in only putting my successes out there.

I don’t believe in only sharing my best work and deleting old recordings or writings that make me blush in laughter because I looked like such a dork.

In fact I still do it.

I’ve stared a Yoga channel WAY before I’m ‘ready’ to start a yoga channel.


Because I’m human as fuck and proud of it.

I’m on a journey.

I’m constantly starting out.

I’m constantly learning new things and prepared to live outside of my comfort zone.

I’m the unpolished old ducky who keeps it real for those who need to see someone imperfect to give them permission to just go for it, before they feel ready to do it.

I honestly feel it’s grossly unfair to people to only ever get the polished products.

I know for me, the moment I follow someone who only ever puts out the edited versions, I start feeling like a complete incompetent Neanderthal.  I start thinking “OMG I can never do that, look like that, speak like that, so why bother even starting”.

Which is why I tend not to follow those people.

I think the really sad part is that whenever celebrities get caught in their ‘human’ moments, they get slated by the media and their so-called fans!  The world comes to a standstill because a super model has cellulite or Batman has skipped the gym and his gut is hanging out.

Seriously people, get a life!

Instead I choose to work with the coaches and mentors who encourage me to look at their early work which we can both have a good chuckle over as they point out their rookie mistakes.  I work with the coaches who sometimes send out a newsletter filled with spelling mistakes because they were so pumped and passionate in the moment of writing they simply didn’t give a shit about some asinine perfectionistic critique who might roll their eyes on the other side.

That’s how I choose to live my life.

Do I get criticised?

Oh hell yes.

But so what?

Those who criticise me don’t know me.

They don’t know my whole story.

Nobody does.

So they can take their judgment, roll it with some horse shit and smoke it.

You know what Darling, I’ve come to the realisation I’m a super-nova powerful badass soul who came here to have a HUMAN experience.

Not a computer generated experience.

I figure if I wanted to get it all right and perfect all the time I would just have done that.

So what does human look like in my life?

I’m slow as fuck – no seriously.

In all areas of my life.

There’s a reason I have a turtle tattoo on my back.  That baby is LOADED with meaning.

Then again, have you ever seen a baby turtle fight for her life to get into the ocean?  Her will is undeniable.  I’ve been privileged to witness this miraculous journey and it astounded and inspired me to always keep going forward no matter how many motherfuckers try to hold me back, to destroy me.  They’ll have to keep dragging on my ass until I give my last breath.

This also made me appreciate every step, every breath, every second that I am gifted with life.  Why on earth would I waste my time trying to sprint and miss the moments that change my life?  Moments such as witnessing a turtle’s very first steps in what is hopefully a long, exciting, adventurous life.

Embracing the fact that I’m slow is what got me to the finish line at my most life-transforming events because I kept going when others gave up due to their ego-driven disappointment.

How often do you give up because you think you should be faster?  That success should be overnight so instead you just go back to a salary job because you’ve been at it for five years and still not a millionaire?  How much have you lost out on in the process?

My take on it is if you’re going to do something do it for the love of it so that the journey becomes more important than the finish line!

It’s my love for the journey that gives me the courage to explore and be willing to fail often knowing that I’m badass, I will always recover, I have what it takes.

One year my business is printing money and then instead of riding the gravy train, I decide to throw out the blueprint.  I decide to take it to another level and dimension. I  do the internal work and am always amazed at the transformation.  Then I’m willing to put it out there, to do it differently resulting in the inevitable downward plummet.  Think arms thrown to the sky screaming like a lunatic on a rollercoaster ride.  That’s pretty much me.

Every rollercoaster plummets.

It also plateaus out.

Then it rises.

People who get on the ride get on for the WHOLE experience.

Not just the highs.

Some look at me and shake their heads in confusion – what the fuck is she doing?  They don’t get it.  They never will.

Then again, after a decade of coaching I can honestly say I’m still completely in love with my business, completely in love with my profession, still smiling and laughing and working with insprirational clients.

For me, THAT is success.

The day I wake up bored is the only time I would have failed.

If I look at my life and it’s predictable, I might as well kick the bucket and come back again with a greater willingness to grow a pair and be willing to fail.


Be willing to be human.

Be willing to be imperfect.

Seriously, what have you got to lose?

Your life?

Well as far as I’m concerned, existence is worse than death.

I’ve done the whole day-after-miserable-godforsaken-day-existence.


I choose to thrive.

I choose to enjoy my life every single day because every day is a gift to have an adventure.

Why wouldn’t I choose that?

Why would I choose safe?

Safe from what?

You are already safe!  Don’t you realise that yet?  You are the most powerful being you can possibly imagine and you will always be okay. Even when you die you’re not going to be dead.

You’re just going to immediately wake up and go “Fuck that was epic!  Again!  Again!”


you’re going to wake up and think “What the fuck girl?  Why were you such a fucking scaredy-cat?  Why did you stay hidden in the dark corner?  What a waste!  Let’s go back and try again – and this time I want you to kick ass!”

There is no better time to choose than today.

You have to.

You’re making a choice either way – even stubbornly choosing not to choose.

So what will it be?




With love eternal,


PS:  I guess at this stage you’re either thinking that I’ve lost the plot, or you’re inspired to break the chains that are keeping you from living your life of choice.  To eliminate the definitions of success that feels like an albatross dragging you down.  The routines and blueprints that suck the living creativity out of your soul.  If that’s you then it’s time for you to get into the FLOW of your life and your business.  This eight week journey is about activating the energy system which resides in your body, your chakras, to liberate you from constrictions and to activate a higher level of knowing and creativity.  It’s about remembering who you are and what you came here to do and building a business that has you thriving in however you choose to define your thrive.  It’s elegant in it’s simplicity and supports YOU as a human in body, mind and soul.  Ready to FLOW Darling,  Get the details here.  Pre-course work has started.


My Wild Woman Manifesto

Oh, how blessed am I?

I find myself on this incredible path of radical self-love and with every step I take my heart opens to a new dimension I never thought possible.

I’m finding more and more that it’s all about me.

How I choose to think.

How I choose to feel.

How I choose to act.

How I choose to show up.

I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve smiled more, laughed more, loved more.

Yet I’m also very aware that I’m not a recluse.

Even though I’ve shifted fast and furiously, some of those around me are still struggling with old thought patterns and beliefs filling them with doubt, fear and quite a bit of heartache.

I know well the effect of emotional contagion and if I don’t put in place the structures to support my commitment to my path, slowly but surely I will sway.

Which is why I sat my sexy ass down this weekend and wrote my Wild Woman Manifesto – my declaration to myself of who I am committed to be, what I stand for, my truth.

It is with great love that I share my manifesto with you today – may it inspire you to commit to your best level self.

Use it.

Change it.

Write your own.

You’re fucking worth it.

Wild Woman Manifesto

This is my declaration to myself.

I am a wild woman.

I courageously  express my truth knowing that it will always divide the listeners into camps of love and hate.

I own my no-nonsense, rebellious, badass nature to illuminate truth in times of darkness.

I show up in the world with beauty, grace and confidence.  

I embrace my identity as a warrior maiden and never apologise for owning my divinity.

I am the woman who struts, not walks.

The woman who keeps her head high even in the face of stones cast by naysayers.

The woman who will always rise no matter how hard life knocks me down.

I am the woman who believes in magnificent standards of excellence and who never compromise.

I keep exquisite company with those who are spiritual, high vibrational and purpose driven.  Those brave enough to speak their truth and be catalysts for change.  Those who walk with dignity and pride.  Those who honour the ancient wisdoms of alchemy, magic and love for Gaia.

I always make the right decisions for my highest good and live my life in service to the healing of humanity.  

I am committed to continue my journey of growth and self-love never backing down in submission to those who desire to keep the status quo.

I am unapologetically feminine.

Like the fierce lioness I stand my ground and defend my young to the death.  I hunt with my sisters to feed my soul and lie with my lover to feed my heart.

I refuse to ever bow down for others to step on me but stand my ground and hold my hand out for those who desire to follow.

I have clear and powerful boundaries which I respect and uphold at all times just as I respect the boundaries of others.

My body is my temple and I am committed to keep her strong, flexible, healthy, sexy, thriving.

I choose to live my life with ease, joy, grace, love and magic.

I walk in the light of my Lord and Lady, believing in myself, my truth, my path.

I live my life in accordance to my soul so that I will remain proud of the wild woman I am.

And so it is.

Blessed Be.


With love eternal,


PS:  Are you ready to commit to a new way of living?  A new way of thriving?  A new way of building your soul-purpose business?  FLOW starts next Monday October 2nd.  This eight week program honours the incredible power of three – body, mind and soul in the manifestation of all you desire.  Through meditation, yoga and mind-set work we align your vision from your crown chakra to your base and then use the reverse process to build your business from the ground up in a system that will ensure your feminine creative process is supported by masculine structures and systems.  This program will serve you again and again as we complete the loop always spiralling you and your business upwards in a supportive, energising system that ensures integrity of your foundation is always kept intact – no more exhaustion, doubt, cracks and crumbles.  We start with pre-course work this week so get the details here and let’s start your FLOW.


We’re all still human after all – and that’s fucking powerful.

My life is pretty spectacular at this point in time.

I live in God’s country – the pure beauty of this little island brings me to a standstill every time I go out on my bike.  It simply demands appreciation.

My kids are perfect.

No really, I’m not just saying that.

I’m in the best health I’ve ever been.

My business is fun, stimulating, invigorating, exciting and my clients kick ass.

And I can do headstands!

In less than a month I’ll be celebrating my 45th birthday and this will be the first year where I can celebrate falling in love with myself.

All of this might equate to very little in your world, but in mine it’s nothing short of miraculous.


Because there was a time when my life was a living nightmare from which I struggled to wake.

I thought that being human meant that I was weak and I had to stick with the herd to survive.

Which meant the herd had to like me.

I was so obsessed with pleasing other people, with fitting into their little box of what a good girl and a good woman should be, that I hated myself.

Because I didn’t fit into the box.

I hated myself to the point where I starved my body.  I lived on two cans of coke, three Thinz tablets, two packets of Benson & Hedges Special Mild and shit tons of coffee a day.  I was an adult woman weighing 47 kilograms receiving compliments on how good I looked.

Then I hated myself to the point where I would drink until I puked.  Bells, Spiced Gold, Tequila, Sambuca, Gin, Castle, Black Label.  You name it, I drank it.  36 tots of Tequila to get to night started.  Oh yes Baby, I was the life of the party.

Then I hated myself to the point where I ate until I could hardly get past my stomach to tie my shoes.  I would look at myself in the mirror, turn away in revulsion, vomit rising with sour bile in my throat and go eat another slab of chocolate.

Then I hated myself to the point where I wanted to kill myself.  Literally.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I just wanted it to stop.

I’d had enough of the bullshit.

I’d had enough of the pretence.

I’d had enough of life.

I just wanted it all to end.

Just to end the fucking madness that was screaming inside of me.

The madness that nothing made sense to me.

The madness that society has this fucked up delusional blueprint of what I should look like and speak like and walk like and dress like and drive like and give like for me to be good, worthy, enough.

Except no matter what I did it was never enough.

I didn’t fit in.

I didn’t belong.

I was sick and tired of getting beaten down.





I was sick and tired of being told how screwed up I was and that I should relax and just try and be more normal.

I was sick and tired of following the ‘dream’ of working myself to death in a dead-end job just so I could claim success.  Jumping up and down every time I could get more – more toys, more stuff, more validation, more debt, more bullshit.

I was sick and tired of doing life the way that everyone else was doing it because quite frankly, most everyone else looked pretty miserable to me.

They just didn’t know it.

Because like me, they had completely disconnected to themselves.

To their desires.

To their values.

To their truth.

But I didn’t drink those pills.

I didn’t give up.

Instead I made the choice to fight back.

To fight for my life.

To turn my back on all the preachers and teachers who told me to be the same as everyone else.

I decided to get selfish.

Really selfish.

I decided to start thinking for myself.  To start speaking for myself.  To start healing myself.  To start doing whatever the fuck made me happy.

I decided to reconnect with my body, my desires, my needs.

I stopped obsessing about my weight and started eating what my body wants, when my body wants it.  Amazingly enough it’s not junk food.

I stopped obsessing about building my brand and finding my niche and posting eight times a day and started speaking my truth when my truth came out and to work with whoever resonated with my message.  Which is probably why my clients all rock – because they question, and they rise against a social system that’s turned humans into commodities.  They do the real work and they fall in love with themselves and thrive!

I stopped trying to fix everyone in my life and let them make their own choices and live with the results of their actions.  I’m not here to save anyone or to walk their soul journey for them.  Instead I keep my eyes on my own path.

I stopped comparing myself to everyone else’s photoshopped, Facebook edited lives and started appreciating every minute of my day, inhaling deeply, stopping to watch the sun creep over the horizon, smelling each new rose that flowers on my rose-bush outside my office window.

I stopped comparing myself to anyone else and started falling in love with who I am, body, mind and beautiful soul.

It’s taken me 45 years my friend.

And you know what?

I would do it all again.

All of it.

Every miserable fucking godforsaken horrible experience included.

For every single one of those presented me with opportunities to choose.

Opportunities to learn.

Opportunities to grow.

Opportunities to eventually question.

Oh I’m very aware it could have gone the other way.

One different choice and I would have ended up on a completely different time-line with a different reality today.

But I didn’t, and I’m here, and it’s fucking spectacular!

How about you?

Are you thrilled with your life?

Do you love the reflection in the mirror?

Do you thrive in your business?

Are you proud to be you?

Because if not you can change that right here.  Right now.

That’s right.

It all boils down to a millisecond when you make a decision.

A decision to say fuck all the bullshit and the stereotyping and the feeling of never ever being good enough.

A decision to take a stand for yourself.

A decision to start fighting for your fucking life!

Nobody else is going to do it for you Darling.

There’s no Prince Charming coming to sweep you off your feet.

Prince Charming has his own life to live.

It’s up to you.

And I already know that you have everything inside of you to turn your life around regardless of your age.  Regardless of your bank balance.  Regardless of what your home currently looks like.  Regardless of what your current relationship feels like.

All of that is external.

Stop focusing outside.

Start looking inside.

That’s where your power, your truth resides.

Are you ready?


Because seriously, I’m sick and tired of people saying tomorrow.

There’s no tomorrow.  There’s only now.  Right now.  This moment.

That’s all.

One breath.

What do you choose?

Because that choice will be made by the end of this piece and that choice will decide your next outcome.

Death is inevitable.

Thriving is a choice.

What do you choose?

With love eternal,


PS:  You are not alone.  Here, take my hand Darling and let’s get you back on your feet, back into thrive.  You fucking deserve it.



Even though it feels like Groundhog Day, it’s not.

We’ve all heard it before – “Same shit different day”.

There’s this dangerous perception among the majority that time’s broken up into weekdays (work) and weekends (play).

That the work week is to be dreaded “Oh no, not Monday again!” and that they should just try to survive so that they can feel good again “Hey hey it’s Friday!”, if only for 48 hours.

Well, less than forty eight hours.  Because they go to the pub on Friday night, drown their sorrows in a false sense of celebration, and then can’t get their hung-over asses out of bed most of Saturday morning anyway.  Which tends to be repeated and then they wonder why they’re so exhausted come Monday morning.

Of course we know that this chosen path, this ‘life-style’, is insane!

This is nothing more than a pre-programmed hypnosis that keeps the sheople in a trance of existence leading to the suffocation of creativity, depletion of willpower, and ultimately death of the soul.

I don’t get it.

I don’t really understand why society decided that existence was preferable to adventure.

That in order for us to have a ‘full and long life’ we have to live as ‘safe and predictable’ as possible so we can get as old as possible and for what?  Most old people I see are exhausted and miserable.  And I really don’t blame them.

Scary thing is, they didn’t even screw it up as badly as our generation.

They’re still from the cloth where in their young days, just waking up was a win!

They didn’t have all the technology which predicted what the weather was going to do, what the economy was going to do, what their neighbours were going to do, when they are most likely to take a dump.


They just had to go with the flow and ride those rapids with some screams and thrills and the occasional dunking.

Yes okay, so previous generations didn’t live as long as we are, but I’m honestly starting to think that they made way more of their days whilst breathing than 99% of todays population.

What’s the point of your heart beating for a 100 years if you’re only going to truly live about one of them??

I don’t have the answers either.

I look at my kids and how much pressure is being put on them about their future choices.  Not really helped by the prevalent system and belief that they have to make the ‘right’ decisions for their future.

I look at them and can’t help but wonder why can’t they just make a decision for the next year?

Why can’t they just decide what they want to do for another 365 days that feels good and fills them with joy and has them thriving, and then take a look at the end of that and ask ‘How have I grown this year and what are the new possibilities that I now see which I didn’t see before?’

Kinda like the traditional pagan handfasting where a couple would vow to share their lives for a year and a day, after which they could decide if they wanted to commit for longer or if the relationship had run it’s course and they could now go their seperate ways in love. No nasty divorces and lawyers fees.  No resentment festering for years as people feel that they are ‘stuck’ in a doomed relationship.

This way of thinking makes way more sense to me.  Because I suspect it’s the ‘contracts’ and ‘expectations’ and bullshit about keeping things the same, safe, predictable, that’s making most people so complacent that they can’t get excited about their future.

But then again when I raise this opinion I’m labelled as irresponsible.

I have a lot of empathy for the masses.

I really do.

However I have zero sympathy.

I have zero sympathy because I listen to their bitching and moaning day after goddamned day and every time I highlight the fact that there are always other possibilities, other choices, other options, they very quickly clamp me down with their ‘valid arguments’ and anger because I ‘just don’t get it’.

I do get it.

I used to live for week-ends too!

But then I woke up to the fact that there’s a huge difference between existence and thriving.

I woke up to the fact that as long as I lived by the values of others, by the standards of others, by the expectations of others, I was in fact being a traitor to MY soul, MY desires, MY purpose, MY joy.

So I decided to do something about it.

I decided to start questioning.


Including this whole concept of fear.

Which up to that point I was told to avoid at all times.  You know – the dinosaur would eat me up if I dared to ignore the warning bells and do it anyway.

Except fear creates an interesting sensation in my body – a chemical reaction.  It makes me come alive at a whole new level.  And because I no longer fear fear itself, I can use that energy to dial up my creativity and see things I’ve never seen before.  Understand things that were a mystery.  Try new things.  Be willing to fail.

Why the hell not?

It’s pretty fucking sensational!

I started questioning my values and what is truly important to ME and started living my life in alignment with that.

I started redefining time and how I operate within the time I create.

I now understand that for my body and soul there’s no difference between Saturday and Tuesday.  So on both these days I choose to thrive!  That includes physical exercise, good eating, doing my soul work.  It all brings me joy and it all flows and who gives a shit what all the hamsters are saying when I don’t want to go to their stupid parties?

They’re not my people anyway.

My days are my life in miniature. 

Every day.

That means that if I want to look back on my death bed and I have a desire to describe my life as an adventure, I have a responsibility to myself to live EVERY DAY as if it’s an adventure.

Not my annual holidays!

I ask you Darling, if you had to pin a word on how you’re living your life to this point, what would that word be?

If you had to pick a word on how that realisation makes you feel, what would that word be?

Because I’m not saying your life has to be an adventure.  I’m saying that your life has to be whatever you want it to be.

What I do believe in my heart of hearts is that if your current life description isn’t filling you with joy, with pride, with excitement, then what the fuck?

Why not?

Why would you choose existence when thriving is always an option for you?

I’m not saying it’s an easy choice.

Hell no!

Society at large is dead against thriving.

So they will make you feel like an outcast.

They will do their best to ‘insult’ you which in actual fact is nothing more than compliments (Yeah, you keep on calling me a crazy, selfish bitch.  Thank you very much)

Because seeing you thrive makes the minions feel bad.

It’s their shit, their choices, not yours to own.

I don’t care how old or young you are.

Please stop saying tomorrow, next Monday, next month, next year.

Change happens in an instant.

When you say tomorrow, you still haven’t flipped the switch and tomorrow will never come.

You’re just pissing away another day of potential.

Today is your life in miniature.

Take responsibility for your choices.

Get over your bullshit excuses.

For death will happen – guaranteed.

Question is – will you thrive until then.

With love eternal,


PS:  FLOW starts October 2nd.  This is for the soul-full entrepreneur who chooses to thrive.  The ones who desire a purpose-driven life of joy.  The ones who don’t want to ‘work’ nine to five and try to break away on the week-end.  FLOW is for the entrepreneurs who are ready to build a business and a life that feels amazing to them, which comes from within, which continuously spirals up.  It’s for the individual for whom a spiritual and physical daily practice is a non-negotiable because it’s part of their personal growth and building their business.  Whether you have an existing business which you desire to turn into your lifestyle, or a business idea that you’re ready to birth, or if you don’t have a clue but just know it’s your time, this program will gift you with what you need next regardless of where you’re at now.  If you’re ready to FLOW and you’re done with ticking the boxes of insane existence, then get the details here.  We’re waiting for you.




Action inspires action – so you keep talking…

I can’t help but grin.

Seeing the post on Facebook of my delectable parents doing another Park Run – both of them having exceeded the 50 mark and still going strong.

Well, secretly I’m smiling like the cat who just ate the canary but don’t tell them.

Because these are two of my toughest customers to date.

You see my friend, it was not too long ago that my mom stated that I must have been swopped in the hospital straight after birth.

Or maybe I just lost my marbles.

For how could I possibly be her child?

She’s not athletic.

She can’t run.

She doesn’t believe in exercise.

She’s too old.

She’s too set in her ways.

She doesn’t have time.

Which of course we can top off with more of the same bullshit from my darling Daddy.

So how on earth can they have a daughter who trains seven days a week and have completed multiple IronMan events?

It simply doesn’t add up.

So I preached!

I would go on and on about how training brings me joy.  The more I train the more energy I have the more I get done.  The more I train the more time I make for myself the more time I have for everything else.  The more I train the more I am myself.  The more I train the more sane I feel.

But eventually the preaching became stale and boring and quite frankly, it took way too much of my energy.

So I shrugged my shoulders, stopped explaining and just trained.

I trained, I completed, I thrived.

And then, out of the blue, something changed.

Somewhere along the line something apparently seeped through.

Because one day I was being called nuts, the next my mom started her day with a brisk walk.

After a while she started dragging the grumpy old man along – which must have inspired her to walk even faster to get away from his bitching and moaning.

Next thing I knew, we were all doing an official trail run in Joburg.

One race became a series.

It was phenomenal!

Not only because I finally got to share that which brings me great joy with my parents, but they inspired my entire household to join in the fun.

And I have to tell you, I’m so incredibly proud of these two people.

I recall one specific race which turned out to be almost double the distance they said it was.  It also happened to be a blistering day and halfway through my mom started taking strain.  At one stage we thought she was going to collapse.  So I ran to the finish to fetch a medic only to get back to her and seeing my stubborn self in action.

It was a thing of beauty.

There she stood, feet firmly planted, proud chin pushed out, holding the men at arms distance refusing to get onto the four-wheeler.  She politely thanked the helper and sent him on his merry way.

By hook or by crook, she was going to get to the finish line on her own two legs.

Fuck – my heart almost burst with love, admiration and pride!

So you can understand my concern when we moved to New Zealand that my parents would stop running without the motivation of their grandchildren.

But nope – they are going strong, kicking ass, and my mom is even getting top ranks in her age category.

See Darling, at some stage we have to stop talking so much and just start living.

We have to start focusing on our lives, our joy, our beliefs, ourselves, and when we give ourselves permission to go for our dreams, to be happy and to love ourselves unconditionally it WILL inspire those who truly desire change to do the same.

We have to stop expending our energy on justifying our choices to others and use our energy to continue going higher in our own lives.

People will either get it and join in the adventure, or not.

It’s not up to you.

Your only job is YOU.

Which is why I’m on such a dedicated path of healing myself, loving myself, speaking my truth.

I share the journey with you not because I’m saying that everyone must agree with me.

Not because I’m saying everyone must do what I do.

But because I’m determined to live my life in a way that feels fun-fucking-tastic to ME!

And if that inspires others to give themselves permission to do whatever the hell feels amazing to them – bonus!


I’ve found that those who continuously seek to be inspired by words only talk.

Which kinda makes sense if you think about it.

But those who are inspired by action do!

Isn’t it time that we all start talking a little less and living a little more?  And by living I do mean moving – you know, body in motion!

What would you do differently if you stopped justifying yourself to others?

How would you live your life if you stopped worrying about what others think about you?

What would YOUR thrive look like, feel like?

Isn’t is about bloody time you give yourself permission to find out?

For death is inevitable.  Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,


PS:  Mom and Dad, you guys fucking ROCK!  I am so incredibly proud of you every single day. Thank you for the blessing of you in my life every day.

PPS:  Ready for another type of adventure?  How about in your business?  FLOW is starting October 2nd where I walk beside you as we do life and business the way the Universe designed it – by flowing through the energy centres of the chakras.  This is going to be one epic journey where we use your chakras, your internal wisdom, your body, your soul to get you into FLOW and doing it all in a way that makes you fucking smile like the cat who drank a bowl of cream!  I guess all you need to decide is whether or not you’re ready to believe in yourself, your inner knowing, and to stop ticking everyone else’s boxes.  Life is not linear.  Business isn’t linear.  It has a life force which when in FLOW, flourishes.  Check out the details here and let’s get you into FLOW Darling.


The unspoken conversations clogging up our arteries.

A few years ago I was invited to a school to address the forgotten art of communication.

As I connected teenagers with the power of words, emotions rose and more than one tear was shed for the first time in years.

I witnessed understanding sink in that our words create and that we have to use them responsibly as they form our physical reality.

I’m heartbroken to say that from what I’m seeing things have gone further south since that day.

I’m torn apart as the masses continue to disconnect from the power of the word.

We live in a time where people have become too lazy to create an entire word and we’ve replaced verse with acronyms.

A time when emojis plaster up true deep-felt emotions.

People are typing more than ever before and saying less than ever before.

You see them around the tables, each so caught up in their virtual world that they miss the fact that their physical world and real life relationships are falling apart.

All the time there are conversations that are not being had.  Because they are uncomfortable.  Because they are real.  Because they are true.

Instead people continue to swallow down their truth.

They continue to disown their desires, instead doing whatever it takes to escape through a virtual reality fervently wishing that someone else will fix the shit that is all round them.

When did we become such a pathetic society of cowards?

When did we stop being honest even with ourselves?

When did we stop loving enough to care?

I have no idea my friend, but I know this, we are actually poisoning our bodies with all that we are not saying.  All that we are swallowing.  With all that is festering inside turning into resentment and secret hate except we’re being told that acknowledging hate makes us bad people and so we swallow that down as well.

We are killing ourselves in the most excruciating way possible and we’re taking everyone around us down with us.

For as long as we don’t break the silence, as long as we don’t say that which needs to be said, as long as we are too scared to be the change, nobody else will.

It’s a lose lose for everyone.

Think I’m talking shit?

Look around people!

Have you even noticed how few truly healthy bodies are around us?

Majority of humanity are either obese or emancipated, riddled with cancer or diabetes or heaven knows what other disease.  Most people are taking some form of repressive medication whether happy pills, cocaine, alcohol, food, entertainment.  Anything as long as they don’t have to wake the fuck up and rise the fuck up.

How much longer is this going to continue?

How many more people are going to die this long drawn out horrible death before we start understanding that it has to change?

For our own sakes.

For our children’s sake.

For the sake of Gaia.

For the same of humanity.

For right now we’re ON the highway of hell except everyone is too drunk to understand that they’re burning alive.

I’m sorry to be so blunt today but I’m fucking over seeing so many hurt because we’ve forgotten how to speak!

Fuck man, it’s the first thing we teach our children.

Oh wait, that’s bullshit.

We teach our children to say what we want them to say.

We teach our children to talk in a way that pleases the adults in control.

To have the right tone of voice.

To not show too much emotion.

To not think for themselves but to conform to the current prevalent ‘truth’ because otherwise they get punished by failing in school.

We teach our children to keep the peace in the home otherwise all hell will rain down on them and if that’s not enough we scare the bejesus out of them with the devil.

It’s no wonder that the next generation figured out a way to create another world in the ‘cloud’ where they could connect with others.

Except in the process they are losing connection with Mother Earth.

They are losing true human connection which includes touch – remember that?  The thing that had you thrive as a baby?

They are losing connection with their bodies which is falling apart!

And I honestly don’t believe it’s up to our children to fix the shit that our generation has caused.

YES, I’m talking to YOU!

I’m talking to you because if you’re reading this you have enough of a brain to start questioning and opening yourself up to new possibilities and to start thinking for yourself.

I’m talking to you because if you’re reading this then like me you’re feeling the pain of everyone around you and it’s almost becoming unbearable.

For even though we were blessed with the gift of empathy, I don’t believe that we came here with the soul purpose of carrying everyones’ bullshit for them because they’re too goddamned lazy to do the work that will ultimately bring them healing.

I believe that we are here to bring change by creating un-ease through provocative conversations.

I believe that we are here to bring healing by healing ourselves and radiating self-love to remind people that love doesn’t fucking hurt!  That love doesn’t mean saving others.  That love is not codependent.

Love is love.

End of story.

Love is truth.

Love is forgiveness.

Love is being present in what is happening around you and slowly but surely doing the work that brings light to all you see.

Love is bringing true beauty back to the world – natural beauty, nature beauty.

None of that is possible until the time that we have honest conversations.

And if having honest conversations with others is simply too much for you to even think about at this time, then I pray that you will start having honest conversations with yourself.

After all, you are the only one who matters at this time.

Your healing is the most important thing in the world.

I ask that you have the courage today to look at your body and to see the story that she is telling you.  Ask her what you are not owning?  What are you not saying?  Which desires are you not allowing yourself?  Where have you fallen out of love with yourself?  Who are you putting in front of you and why on earth do you believe they are more important than you?  Because they’re not.

It’s my deep belief that this is the time for self-healing to be made priority.

It’s time to forgive and release poisonous energy from your body so that YOU can feel the weight fall off your shoulders thereby freeing you up to step into your true creative power and do the work you came here to do.

I beg of you to use all that pent-up pain and fury and through transformation with love create something spectacular that blows through the hardened crusts of human hearts because simply witnessing your raw emotion moves them to tears.

We need more people to start crying.

We need more people to start releasing all that is held down.

It starts with me.

It starts with you.

We can no longer wait for the gurus to show us the one and only way to salvation.

It’s time to save ourselves.

After all Darling, this is why we came here.

RISE brave warrior.  For it’s your time now.

Your days of slumber are over.

It’s time for you to take up your arms, your art, your passion, your words, your love and to create the change that you committed to brining to this time and space reality.

For death is already all around you.

Do you choose to thrive?

With love eternal,


PS:  You’ve got this.  You’ve got what it takes.  I believe in you.

If you’re feeling that you just don’t know where to start, then I recommend forgiveness.  Here’s a powerful Full Moon Forgiveness Ceremony which was my first step.