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.”

Whatever.

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.”

Done.

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,

Anel

 

 

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.

Why?

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 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.

IT SUCKED!

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!”

or

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?

Existence

or

thrive?

With love eternal,

Anel

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,

Anel

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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.

Why?

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.

all

the

fucking

time.

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?

Really?

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,

Anel

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.

Nope.

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.

Everything.

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,

Anel

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,

Anel

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,

Anel

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.

 

When it feels like you’re losing your fucking mind…

We, my friend, are living in interesting times.

A time when more and more light workers have agreed to awaken to their purpose.

A purpose which we all agreed to before we were born in human form.

Somewhere between then and now, we also chose to forget all of this.

A little moronic if you ask me.

Because what happens when you go  to sleep to who you truly are in this world, you get put in the most uncomfortable little square box that simply cannot contain all that you are, so you selectively start disowning parts of yourself in a desperate effort to fit in with expectations of those you love and admire.

You start cutting off minuscule pieces so that you can fit a little better thereby making you more ‘perfect’.

You start swallowing your truth more and more so your voice will be more pleasing to those around you.

A horrendous process of mutilation of self.

What seems to make this even more challenging is our soul choice of receiving our greatest learning through the most confusing of relationships which cut us to the bone.

Relationships forged on ‘love’ which creates the perfectly fermented ground for rot.

Relationships which society tells us we have to stay in until the day we die because we are ‘blood’, or we took vows, or we have a soul connection, or heaven forbid, we signed a contract.

So you start building this hard protective layer around you because you figure that as long as you have this exoskeleton, your soft insides will be okay.

But she’s not.

All that happens is that your soul starts fighting against you because she wants to get to work.

She wants to see the light of day.

She desires to be happy and live joyfully because she understands that when she does, when you do, the entire planet receives healing.

Even the dicks who are seemingly too lazy to do any of the healing for themselves.

But let’s not talk about them today, because today is about you.

It’s been my experience that when I told my soul to stay in her little box, to keep quiet because she kept getting me into trouble, to just please go away, the pain inside of me became unbearable.

And the pain on the inside was continuously reflected by the pain on the outside.

At first I told myself if I just lived under the radar long enough all the monsters would forget that I even existed, and so they would stop hurting me.  Breaking me.

That didn’t work.

For the hunger of the beast is insatiable.

And once we’ve asked another soul to assist in our awakening they’re relentless!

Every time I thought I had become small enough I would either attract another monster with the same lesson, or the slumbering beast would startle awake and whip my ass back to the floor.

I felt as though I was going insane.

I was hurting so much I just wanted it to stop.

I wanted to take that bottle of pills and go to sleep and never wake up.

Except my soul wasn’t done.

Rebellious and powerful little warrior, my soul.

You see my Darling, I now understand that for those of us who chose to come to this planet at this time as light workers, there’s two birthings.

The first is when we come out of our mothers, all pink and perfect and squealing and pooping.

The second is when the hard shell of protection we built up around us to contain our truth, our brilliance, our passion, our joy, finally cracks open and we either choose to rise and start living the lives we truly desire,

OR

we kill our souls by giving away all our inherent powers to some unsuspecting soul which is really selfish of us.

You know what I’m talking about.

This is where we choose to live in enslavement for the rest of our lives using so much bullshit excuses to keep ourselves small we could build an entire village of poop houses.

We use our kids, our spouses, our mortgage, our ageing parents, our car repayments, our bank balance, whatever.

I also know from experience that when that shell starts cracking open you HAVE to reach out and accept help!

I don’t know a single great light worker who does it on their own.

We all surround ourselves with our peers, our coaches, our teachers because well, we simply don’t have the time to fart-ass around and try and remember it all by ourselves.

And also because when you crack open, you are lonely as can be.

You doubt yourself all the time and think maybe you’ve lost the plot because you’re not like everyone else around you.

You want to scream every time someone wants to talk about some mundane shit with you.

Large crowds drain you with the energy of the sick, the hurting, the abused, the abusers, the addicted.

You find yourself at a party with a drink in your hand nodding amicably at the stranger in front of you whilst in your head you’re screaming “Get me the fuck out of here!”  And it’s only 8 pm.

So you start thinking there’s something wrong with you.  Your spouse confirms that on a regular basis “Why do you have to be so weird?  Why can’t you just be like all the other wives?”

PMSL

Because I’ll never be like all the other wives Darling!

I’m me.

All of me.

I’m unique.

I’m a part of the Source that is part of you which means that we are one but we’re seperate.

I chose to break open the shell and leave it behind and I ain’t never going back into another one.

Society can call me whatever the hell it wants to.

I’m just going to call myself Love.

For that is who I truly am.  Not the codependent bullshit love that the ego has created.

I’m done with that.

I’m talking true love.

Where I love myself enough to spread my wings.

Love where I focus on me, my healing, my joy, my passion, my purpose.

Love where I work with those that I agreed to lead before coming to this time and dimension.

How about you my friend?

Have you had enough of feeling the insanity of your trapped soul dying to escape?

Have you had enough of feeling like a freak in a community who simply don’t understand you and more important, have you had enough of pretending that you’re the same as the sheople?

There comes a time when you have to choose – are you going to finally breathe in your truth and your power and get out of that fucking shell?

Or not?

Because free will means it’s always your choice.

All I ask is that you please love yourself enough to find a soul that will guide you on this new path.  Preferably a bunch of them.  For we all bring something unique to this time.

You are so worth it Darling.

Please stop the insanity of hiding your brilliance from us.

Please stop with the excuses because I promise you you won’t be able to keep up the deceit for much longer.

Inauthenticity is being eradicated in the lives of the light workers.

We got away with it for a long time, but not anymore.

Stop the hurt.

Stop the suffocation of your soul.

Death is inevitable.  Thriving is a choice.

With love eternal,

An(g)el

PS:  Is this piece resonating strongly with you today?  Do you feel like it was written just for you?  It probably was.  I’ve learned that we live in a truly loving Universe where our helpers and guides connect us with everyone and everything that we require to live our life purpose.  But I’ve also realised that help is a two-way street.  On the one hand it is offered, on the other it has to be accepted.  Way too few people are accepting.  Instead they are waiting for the BIG sign, for the miracle to occur.  They feel once THAT happens they will take the next step forward.  If that is you, I’m not speaking to you.  Instead I’m speaking to those who are ready to bring hope to a world breaking apart, those who are ready to bring healing to a world that is hurting.  Those are ready to do that by bringing change and healing to themselves first.  The courageous who are scared shitless but still choosing to stand up.  The leaders who understand they don’t need an official title to forge a new path.  Artists who simply refuse to hide their talent under the bucket a moment longer for they know their art brings joy.  If that’s you, and you know in your heart that you’re ready to accept support from an ass-kicker who will keep you focused and moving forward even when you feel like sitting down and giving me the finger, then let’s connect.  Book your free coaching consult here.

 

 

You’re so fucking worth it!

I’m having the best morning!

Yesterday the weather was supposed to be shitty and overcast.  Yet during journaling I was advised to go down to the beach and do yoga.

I was sceptical thinking maybe I heard my guides wrong, then again what the hell do I have to lose other than freezing my tits off?

As I drove, sandy yoga mat still on the backseat from the day before, the sun came out and by the time I arrived we had one of the most perfect mornings I’ve experienced in a very long time.

I didn’t have any sequence planned but decided to let myself be guided by my body, intuitively moving through postures, setting intentions with each.

It was as I moved into Cobra with the intention of opening my heart to receive love that it happened.

I couldn’t do it!

I couldn’t open my heart to the big wide space in front of me.

It felt too overwhelming, too big, too much!

My old self would have said ‘Fuck It’ and just pushed through.

But then again my old self didn’t exactly give a shit about the messages lying in the centre of her emotions.

I allowed myself to go into the smallest of Baby Cobras.  Gaze kept firmly on the ground.

I kept moving.

Round after round, slowly shifting the energy through the flow of the salutation.

It took around three rounds before I finally felt the click and fearlessly opened my heart to receive – pushing up into a powerful Upward Facing Dog.

It was liberating.

Yet I knew more was to come.

And it did.

I received a beautiful two hour healing from a very talented coach who helped me do deep, powerful work.

This morning I woke up feeling light and aligned and sure of myself even though I have no clue of the steps.

I received breakfast in bed made by my darling son – bacon, eggs, hash browns, all my favourites.

I received a video from a client where she celebrated pushing through her bullshit and the Universe flinging open the doors she almost abandoned.  Wooohooooo!!!!  OMG I love my clients’ wins.

Life is feeling pretty fucking amazing!

Why am I sharing this with you?

Because I think sometimes people underestimate how hard  the work is but how worthwhile it is.

I could have chosen not to do the real work yesterday.

I could have chosen to disconnect from my body and just do a bunch of random postures in my yoga practice.

I could have chosen to just go through the motions as I have done for most of my life, and as most people do.

I probably wouldn’t have known the difference anyway.

Because when you’re asleep to the truth, you’re oblivious.

Another reason why most people refuse to wake up.

And if you’ve never tasted the sweet nectar of your truth, you look at those who are living purposefully and you call them wankers, idiots, crazy, weirdos, nerds, outcasts.

Their truth scares you but you will never admit that because you’re bad-ass and you’ve got it all together right?

Bullshit.

If you’re reading, if you’re still reading, it means that inside there’s a voice that says you’re ready for more, you’re ready for your truth.

There’s a spark that’s reconnecting you with your emotions and as long as you’re out of alignment life is going to feel ‘wrong’.

It will taste bland.

Vanilla.

And you’re not fucking vanilla Darling!

Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this.

I’m going to be 100% transparent with you – this work, the real work, the deep work of healing yourself, is the hardest thing you will ever do in this lifetime.

So many start and stop before hitting gold.

They start with some goals and then because they hit it at the surface level they leave with a smile on their faces never going deeper.

Those who go deeper know that it’s a never-ending roller coaster ride for every time you have a breakthrough, there’s more.

I guess what you have to figure out for yourself is do you think you’re worth it?

I believe you are.

In fact I know you are!

I’m not one to point finger.  After all it took me almost 45 years to decide I am worth it.

Really worth it.

Really worth feeling safe.

Really worth owning the power that is not only my birthright but my responsibility for my powers are mine to bring healing.

Really worth healing myself.

Really worth loving myself.

Really worth receiving love.

Really worth feeling joy.

REALLY worth it.

This is a journey that I go on with eyes wide open!

A journey full of ups and downs, tears and laughter, screams of frustration and screams of exhilaration, days of feeling invincible and days of shitting my pants.

You know what?

THIS is what being alive feels like.

Not that constant flat line of existence.

I’ve done existence with the masses – never again.  I would rather die.

What will it take for you to believe you’re worth it?

For death is coming.  You can still choose to thrive until then.

With love eternal,

Anel

PS:  This is a time when more people are waking up than ever before.  Unfortunately this is also the time when more people are going mad than ever before.  I suspect it’s because they start waking up and simply don’t know which direction to take and so they stumble around in fear and pain, determined to do it all on their own, until it becomes too much and then they try to go back to sleep.  Except that’s not an option so instead they lose their shit.

Please don’t let that happen to you.

In all honesty I would not be walking this path if it wasn’t for my coaches and teachers.

I realise that there’s still a myth that coaching is for the weak.  It’s for those who are mentally disturbed.  Those who can’t cope.  Nothing can be further from the truth!  Coaching is for those who are strong enough to do the real work because their desire to make an impact, to live their purpose, is greater than their fear.  Coaching is for those who are mentally healthy for the work would simply harm those who are not.

Are you ready to rise and do your true purpose work?  Are you ready to start healing the world by healing yourself?  Are you ready to claim your worth?

I’ve opened more spots in my private practice for those who have a deep desire to thrive and who are ready to do whatever the fuck it takes.  If that’s you then let’s connect with a coaching consult and see if we’re the right fit for this part of your journey.

I look forward to celebrating your wins!!

Book here.

 

It’s time to eradicate all the lazy energy vampires.

There comes a time in every leader’s life when they have to start getting real about what walking in front actually entails.

It would appear that most of us still have this ingrained belief that we have to help and save those who are sitting on their asses on the sideline waiting for someone to score a goal and give them the credit.

I’m all for empowering people.

I’m all for showing people the myriad of choices available to them in any given moment.

I’m all for reframing so that people can see that there’s always a gift in everything that happens for them.

For I honestly believe that we live in a universe that has a deep desire for us to be thrive.

A universe that wants us to dance in celebration of achievement.

A universe provides us everything that we need to succeed.

Except sometimes it doesn’t come wrapped in gold paper with a red ribbon.

Most people just turn their noses up at these gifts.

They sulk and skulk around and then when they see others celebrating, they bring out their fangs and sink it deep into the flesh of joy and suck!

They suck all the positive energy until there’s nothing left in their prey.

Until those who were once elated are exhausted, worn out.

Too tired to continue doing the work which had them celebrating in the first place.

Not the to-do lists.

The deep work.

The real work.

The mind-set work which gave them the strength to question all the bullshit handed down to them by those who are keeping our society united in mediocrity.

Let me tell you now Darling, that doing this type of work on a consistent basis is not easy by anyones measure.

It takes shit tons of discipline.

It takes so much determination to get knocked down on a continuous basis, rising again and again, going back to the darkness within to find the light.

Which is why so few people are actually doing it.

Instead they choose to sleep late and wake up miserable because they know, somewhere in their day there will be a high vibrational person they can go suck on.

They know that they don’t have to do the work because like a leech they can go take their daily requirement of up-liftment from some unsuspecting lightworker who thinks that love means helping and giving and giving until there is nothing left to give.

Fuck that shit.

I’m done with it.

I’m done bearing my neck for those who coo words of love in my ears and then look at me for their energy because you know, they don’t believe in coaching and all the airy-fairy shit I believe in.

Because they are too busy to exercise – even for twenty minutes a day.  It’s much better spent in front of the TV or having a calming glass of wine.

Because they know it all, so why do they have to read the books or listen to the thought leaders.

At the end of the day my life purpose was never to be a feed-zone for the lazy bitches who have no intention of breaking free from the addiction of existence.  Instead they choose to stay entranced by distraction eagerly awaiting physical death.

My life purpose was never to help those who don’t want to help themselves.

My life purpose was never to love everyone else more than I love myself because you know what Darling, we’re all from the same Source.

We’re all made of the same stuff.

And yes, we all agreed to forget our power in this physical reality.

But we also all agreed to come here to remember.

Except remembering is a choice.

Remembering is about doing the deep work to reconnect with your truth.

If you choose to rather believe the lies that you have no choices in life, that it’s just how it is, that you have to be on the hamster wheel, I respect that completely.

But you know what, go spin your little legs to exhaustion on that wheel and let me get on with my life purpose.

Because I do go to bed at 9 pm each night so I can get up at 5 am and do the mindset work.  The introspection.  The reprogramming to the beliefs that serve me.  The beliefs that empower me.  The beliefs that is my truth.

I do make time every single day to train regardless of the weather.  Regardless of working 12 to 15 hours some days.  Regardless of how tired I might be because I respect the body that is taking me on this journey.

I choose to do all of this so that I can be the best version of myself for those who I’m truly here to serve.  The born leaders, change bringers, creatives.  The ordinary folk who see how fucked up the system is and who are prepared to do something extraordinary to bring healing.  Starting with themselves.

In fact, if everyone could just start healing themselves, start reassembling their fractured souls, start loving themselves, this world would be utopia.

Not that I think we came here for utopia.

That will probably be another lifetime.

I do think we chose to come here in a time of turmoil because we are the thrill seekers.  The adventurers.  The creatives who desire a challenge.

We are the ones who enjoy getting to the finish line battered, bruised, out of breath, sweating , bleeding and smiling like an idiot because it  was fucking EXHILARATING!

We are the ones who didn’t want the clearly marked paths and the safety of the masses.

Which means for you to be at your most spectacular form you have to leave the crowd and you have to stop doing it the way everyone else is doing it.

You have to start eating copious amounts of garlic so the energy vampires will be poisoned by your blood and run the other way.

Stop feeling sorry for the fuckers.

Stop feeling like you have to save everyone.

Stop thinking that you have to sacrifice your last drop of energy for those who are too dumb-ass lazy to do the work.

This is YOUR time.

That means you have to start making yourself your first priority.

You have to start caring for yourself first and then you start reaching out to those who actually want to be shown a different way.  Not those who want to get on your back for a free ride.

As long as we expend ourselves to the distracting masses looking for energy to suck, we are being distracted from our soul work.

Are you brave enough to actually say enough and no more?

Are you courageous enough to become unavailable for all the assholes?

Are you strong enough to love yourself?

For death is inevitable.  Thriving is a choice that starts with you, yourself, and nobody else.

With love eternal,

Anel

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