Attracting Your Soulmate Tribe

Do you realise how damn EASY all of this stuff can actually be, if you let it?

The find your dream clients and soulmate tribe stuff, the always know exactly what to say to them stuff, the never doubt PRECISELY what to sell and how to sell it stuff, the building of a multi-7-figure and beyond EMPIRE stuff?

IT REALLY CAN BE EASY.

I know that me saying this is the kind of thing which may well make you want to stamp your feet, roll your eyes, think ‘all very well for HER, she’s already there, she doesn’t understand ME!’.

Or maybe you just think ‘yeah right’, and because it’s such a blanket statement you assume it can’t be true, and that OBVIOUSLY IT’S NOT FUCKING EASY OR YOU’D ALREADY HAVE IT.

Well.
Allow me to break it down for you and share with you HOW it gets to be SO damn easy to attract your soulmate tribe and sell what they can’t say no to, on REPEAT.

‘Cause I gotta tell you:

If this stuff works for ME then of COURSE it can work for you! What, you think I was born this way??! I was born to be a leader, an artist, a messenger, a revolutionary, a visionary, to change the fucking WORLD and dance on TOP of it, YES.

But SO TOO WERE YOU.

And for me? Before I got to where I’m at now where it feels OH so easy to make millions of dollars each year and just.keep.growing AND flowing, lemme tell you –

I was REALLY fucking good at making hard.

I did every possible thing you can imagine to make it hard!

In fact, I was SO damn good at making it hard that if I didn’t know better I’d swear the earlier version of me didn’t WANT it to be ease, flow, fun, joy, YES.

I sabotaged like a MOTHERFUCKER.

I REPEATEDLY failed to speak my truth, go all in, be consistent at being ME.

I CONTINUALLY kept doing shit which really didn’t serve or suit me … speaking to and ALLOWING in clients and followers who I just found hard WORK … and all of it delivered or created in a way which went SO far against my true nature and desires that it just wasn’t funny!

Small wonder then, that the business I BUILT at the time was one which, even when it was making money, drained the ever-loving fuck out of me.

AND my soul.

But somewhere along the way, it began to get a little easier … there were bursts and waves of things just working … stuff started to flow, and sometimes fast … and I slowly but surely clued in to what TRUE success is all about.

Wake up.
Be you.
Refuse to compromise or settle even an OUNCE.
Repeat.

I’m certainly not perfect at that stuff yet, and no doubt I never will be (there’s always a new layer to drop in to, and being human AF is a condition that even the most commited of us can’t escape from time to time) … but I’ve come a long way baby.

And as a result?

I truly do have what I think is a dream business and LIFE.

I ONLY work with soulmate hell yes clients.
I only call IN soulmate hell yes peeps into my extended community.
I ONLY do what I love to engage, communicate, market, SELL, and also receive money.
And not only do I only DO shit I love, but I give myself full permission to do ALL the shit I love and am called to.

Not a single dream or call of my destiny is left behind!

So when I look around and I see how you STRUGGLE, how you find yourself so FRUSTRATED, how you so often seem to almost like magic make it SO damn hard on yourself, I feel –

Well.

Some sort of mix of despair and frustration, I suppose! But most of all I feel EARNESTLY that I want to SHAKE you and tell you:

It REALLY CAN BE FUCKING EASY.

Of course like anything, there is a catch to what I’m saying here, and it’s a pretty big one.

THIS IS THE HARD BIT.
ABOUT LETTING IT BE EASY.

This is where 99.99% of people who read this will screw it up.
Just not bother.
FAIL to do the work.
And where even you yourself who SO knows, deep within, that of COURSE it can be easy, will likely screw up your nose with distaste and want me to hang my head in shame for trying to TRICK you.

You ready?

Here’s what it’s gonna take from you, if you want to ALWAYS know exactly what to sell and say and how to AUTOMATICALLY and magNETICALLY attract in your soul tribe.

This is also, in case you’re wondering or thinking of trying to somehow ‘hack’ it, the only way.

WAKE THE FUCK UP –

AND SHOW US WHO YOU REALLY ARE.

BARE YOUR SOUL NAKED TO THE WORLD.

SAY WHAT YOU ACTUALLY THINK.

ONLY.

BUT ALSO –

FULLY.

AND AS FOR WHAT TO SELL?

THE STUFF WHICH ACTUALLY EXCITES YOU, THE STUFF WHICH YOU BELIEVE IN, THE STUFF WHICH HAS SHIFTED YOU.

An earlier version of you, sure. Or the current one. Either way is fine. Just create the art and the content YOU wish existed, or used to long for, couldn’t find, or could find only bits of, and therefore had to figure out yourself!

And I know, I know –

NOTHING NEW HERE. Not exactly a revelation of a share, is it?!

But SERIOUSLY –

How many people out there are ACTUALLY speaking their truth, their WHOLE truth, and nothing but their truth?

Are YOU one of them? I DON’T THINK SO, ’cause I know that even I MYSELF am not. There’s always more. There’s always deeper. DAILY I seek to let it out, and I think I do a damn fine job of it … better than most, honestly … I long ago committed to myself that I WOULD, and also I noticed then WHEN I REALLY DID is when it got easy … but I’m by no means living with the delusion that I’m letting my full message out.

My mission in LIFE is to not stop until I let my full message out.

And since that’s not actually POSSIBLE –

I GUESS I’LL NEVER STOP.

Which brings me to my next point:

I KNOW that some days, maybe a lot of the days, it’s SO damn hard to let it out, truly share, go within, do the fucking WORK, show up and BE that next level version of you.

You don’t feel like it.
It’s TOO hard!
Resistance has you bound!

Well, guess what? If you want it to be easy and flow, not only do you HAVE to do the hard work each day of looking within and RIPPING OUT YOUR SOUL … (hey, it’s the actual creation of and delivery of and selling of content that’s the easy bit; I never said being brutally honest with yourself about who you are then acting it was easy!!) … but you ALSO have to, well –

You gotta do the work baby.

You gotta do what it takes, no matter what it takes, until it takes.

And most of the time, what I SEE is, and possibly how you yourself are showing up, is that the work just ain’t getting DONE.

You’re taking action based on your ‘in the moment’ emotions and fears, rather than based on your desired and ABSOLUTELY possible outcomes, as well as based on who you SAY you want to be and are MEANT to be.

THIS IS NOT HOW YOU BUILD A MOTHERFUCKING EMPIRE.

Let alone a life.

And in the end, here is what we can both know for sure:

One day, it’s all going to come to an end anyway.

You’re either gonna look back and say I REALLY fucking gave it a crack. I’m SO proud of myself. I looked fear in the eye and I showed up for my purpose ANYWAY. I can tell you that when you go to bed even after one NIGHT, and you know you went all in and showed UP, that you feel absolute fulfilment and a sense of deep pride and personal power … regardless of whether or not the ‘results’ are there yet. Well, imagine that feeling multipled over weeks, months, years, and eventually, your life.

Imagine that when you look back you get to say hell YES, I lived all out and fuck what ANYBODY had to say about it, least of all my OWN fears!

Because it will either be THAT, or quite simply it will be this:

I wanted to –
I hoped to –
I prayed to –
I KNEW I was BORN to –

But, well, y’know:

I just didn’t feel like it.

Let’s just get fucking real here.

THIS IS NOT A DRESS REHEARSAL.

YES, it gets to be ease, and flow, and fun, and that’s fucking awesome, but what we’re really talking about here?

Yes it gets to be the life it was meant to be and YOU get to live it AS WHO YOU REALLY ARE.

Or, y’know –

Not.

And instead? You’ll see out your days feeling bound and frustrated and just plain RIPPED THE FUCK OFF by your own SELF, really.

Quit fucking around.

YOU CAME HERE FOR A REASON.
YOU KNOW YOU WERE BORN FOR MORE.
EVERYTHING YOU FEEL INSIDE OF YOU IS REAL, AVAILABLE, ALLOWED.

But at some point you’re REALLY gonna need to wake the fuck up and remember:

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