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WRITE THE STORY YOU WANT TO CREATE (how I became rich)

Back in another life, before I was the famous multi-millionaire soul-led badass me who gets to wake up every day and unapologetically stream her consciousness at the world AND get paid like dis for it, I had well over a hundred grand of debt and I couldn’t even afford to buy coffee.

Well, I would buy the damn coffee anyway, but damn there’s something that is just next level certified and laminated bullshit about feeling SHAME AND GUILT for spending 3 bucks on a coffee, ’cause you know you might not be able to even buy GROCERIES or pay rent later that day!

For what felt like an eternity, I lived dollar to dollar, sometimes even cent to cent, and I just got USED to ‘never having money’. I got used to the noose around my neck, and, on a not-so-side-note, I think I got kind of addicted to the adrenalin rush of will I / won’t I survive another day.

But eventually, even for the most thrives-on-danger ‘preneurs amongst us, being broke as fuck gets stale and old and I guess you just decide you’re over it.

Question for ya before we go any further, and one that you BETTER have actually answered already, or, more fool you if you’re actually still wondering why you’re not there yet –

HAVE you actually decided not to be broke anymore?

Me, I decided.

I realised I hadn’t been deciding, I’d instead been buying into the idea that I couldn’t yet, it wasn’t possible yet, I was already ‘doing all the work’, and so I just had to keep going, right? One foot in front of the other end-end-endlessly pushing forward in the hopes that one day I’d be able to fucking BREATHE.

And then?

I literally just woke up sick of it one day.

Done with my own bullshit!

Done with not being able to just buy WHATEVER I wanted, without even worrying about the price, and you know I didn’t just mean coffee!

And here’s the thing I want you to REALLY think about:

For so long I’d been talking and dreaming and yep even KNOWING that I would one day live this life. I knew I was born for more. I KNEW I was born to make millions, impact millions, unleash my true message on the world, preach to said world, CHANGE IT.

It wasn’t ego, it was knowing, it had always been there, and hell YEAH it included monetary wealth.

If this is something you too have always felt and known, then listen up:

Just because you HAVE a destiny does NOT mean it will ever EVER ever ever come to fruition.

INFINITE possibility, INFINITE possible outcomes of you and your life already exist in the quantum. It’s all there for you, available for you, a veritable buffet of options for you to choose from, like picking off the sushi train. Take what you want, it’s all there, it’s all YOURS, it’s all available, and it’s all available now! If you can see it or are in any way shown it then it is on your damn sushi train and the only thing stopping you from experiencing it right now in the physical realm is the LEVEL OF YOUR DAMN FAITH.

But yeah –

Just because it’s there,

and actually, even if you HAVE faith,

doesn’t mean jack SHIT is gonna happen for you.

It’s not enough to know. You HAVE to decide. You have to mean it when you decide! And you have to then move forward FULLY cutting all other options. Hey, if you’d really decided and you really believed, why would you need to hold on to alternate lives, hmm? Hmm!

So anyway, I woke up one day and I just decided to be done with not being rich as FUCK. Money rich. I was already spiritually, emotionally, energetically rich, and continuing to move forward actively on those things daily, but money rich? That still seemed so far away. Was I really good enough? Had I done enough? Was I worthy? Was it time? Could I be so lucky? Didn’t I still have SO far to go? Enough!

ENOUGH!

No more questioning.
No more asking how.
No more WAITING.

I sat my ass down in a coffee shop not too far from where I’m writing this blog now. And I don’t know what came over me or where the idea came from, I guess soul just led it out of me, but without even fully realising what I was doing I began to write the story of how I had snapped my so-called future into the now and become MONEY rich, ‘overnight’.

I wrote and I wrote and I wrote and I wrote.

When I was writing this, it was January or February of whatever year it was, but what I wrote, I wrote from May or June of that year.

I wrote LOOKING BACK on the previous 4 or so months. Why 4? I don’t know. Why the fuck did you put that particular pair of panties on this morning? Because I did.

What I wrote was so detailed. And it depicted the very very clear and specific tale of how I had gone from being continually broke as a mofo, no matter how much money I made, having it ever slip through my fingers and nothing to show for it, to ALL OF A SUDDEN having tens and tens of thousands of dollars show up out of nowhere, like magic.

I wrote about how ideas and creativity had just flown forth from me.

And about how everything had just changed on a DIME.

I wrote about the energy and emotion of it all.

About how grateful and excited I’d been.

And about how it had all come about purely as a result of me finally DECIDING to be done, deciding to be rich, and deciding to get over my bullshit. Deciding that I not only HAD a destiny which included wealth but I was now actually choosing it!

In the story, I marvelled, and asked the reader to marvel with me, at JUST HOW FAST IT HAD ALL HAPPENED.

It was one of the greatest testimonies I’ve ever written OR read about just how fucking fast things can change when you say yes to soul, say yes to playing life outside the do paradigm, say yes to the reality of the quantum, say yes to you.

I then PUBLISHED said story in one of my now 58 or so self-published books on Amazon. I can’t remember which one, but I THINK it was one in my ‘Think Like a Rich Chick’ series, if you wanna go look. They are ALL well worth reading in that series! If I had to guess it would be the one with ‘and Develop Your Millionaire Mindset’ in the title. I may go back and read it this week myself, although normally I hate to re-read my own stuff as I start wanting to improve or trash it.

ANYWAY –

I published the damn book in late Feb or March of that year. I’d already been making multi-6-figures in my biz for some time by then! But, due to my shitty money mindset and money management, I only ever sunk further into debt. So when I published it I was SKINT.

After I published it I forgot about it a little. It was a phase in my life when I was writing a new short book ever month or two, so the whole publishing a book thing didn’t feel that memorable for me.

In June of that same year I set off for Munich, Germany, with my then-husband and two babies. We were officially going location free, the plan being to travel the world and live out of a suitcase for 2 years. We ended up back 18 months later, many amazing memories and one completely done marriage under our belts, but that’s another story 

When we left for Germany, I literally spent my LAST DOLLARS at the time buying those flights. I booked them in April or so I guess, and I had exactly the right amount to book them, in an account labeled ‘Munich May’ which I’d been funneling $20-$100 a week or so to for some time. Buckets baby! Assign buckets for your money and the money always shows up! <<<< that’s a pretty important little money lesson right there for those of you who are really paying attention.

Because I’d made space for the money for the Germany flights it didn’t surprise me that the exact amount was there, but yeah – there was nothing left over. I didn’t even tell my HUSBAND that we were leaving Australia with two babies, no return tickets, and no spare money!! He was not working at the time, was on a sabbatical I guess, and I had convinced him we could live off my biz. Which was true … if by living you mean never-fucking-breathe-or-relax. Anyway, this choice, to go to Europe with no spare money, was NOT a crazy choice in my opinion, it was a choice of following soul. I knew we were meant to go. I was unavailable not to go, fuck whether or not I had money to live on.

Do you lay yourself on the line for what you’re guided to, in this way? If not, quit yo bitching about not being where you want to be yet! You don’t have the cajones to get what you want and deserve.

So.

Recap:

I followed soul to move my family.
I made space for the money for the flights and so it showed up. (Shoulda made space maybe for spending money, but whatever. Live and learn).
I relentlessly moved forward as though I actually believed I would get where I said I would.

Fast forward to only a MONTH IN TO BEING IN GERMANY.

There was this 4 week period where shit just BLEW the fuck up. Money came in out of nowhere. All of a sudden. As if by magic. To the tune of me having a $50,000+ cash received month.

The month after that was 60 or 70k. August that year was 80k+. And November or December that year (I think Dec) was my first 100k+ month. Since then my income only ever dipped under 100k two times I believe, early the next year, but basically just kept going up to where we now consistently for years at TKRS have done multi-6-figures per month, anywhere up to 450k.

I don’t know when it was, but at some point that year I remember this story I had written.

Back in Jan or Feb. Published in Feb. And how I’d written about a very specific way in which money had come in, and I’d said it had happened within about 4 months of me deciding. I had WRITTEN the story as though I was writing something that already happened.

The first people who read it would never have questioned I was writing something that was done in the PHYSICAL.

But,

I was writing something I was shown as being ABLE to be done, in the energetic.

When I re-read the story it was exactly –

and I mean EXACTLY –

down to the last little chills-inducing bit of it –

What had fucking HAPPENED.

I wrote the story I longed for.

I wrote the story I was SHOWN was available.

Let’s not forget I then FOLLOWED THROUGH ON THE (oft scary) ACTIONS I WAS GUIDED TO TAKE.

And it came TRUE.

This was maybe the first time I really ‘got’ just how much we get to choose, and also the incredible incredible power of our words.

I tell you –

Aside from that, I’ve rarely taken the time to write anything quite so detailed and long-winded. But nonetheless, every thing I HAVE written, small or big, before then or since, when I look back, it really has come to life!

I write the things I desire and am shown from God and soul INTO REALITY and then they show up.

What you have to understand is that even if you DON’T understand this (but I think you do!) you are ALREADY right now writing a story that will come to life.

With your thoughts.
With your beliefs.
With your actions.
With your words!

And imagine –

Just imagine – !

If there were something you longed for in your life right now more than ANYTHING –

And you actually fucking decided –

And then you WROTE THE DAMN STORY YOU WANT TO CREATE.

Followed whatEVER (and all!) action you were guided to take in or after doing so.

And chose to believe in a world where what you see and feel inside of you is real.

Just something to think about, as you remember –

Don’t forget –

Life is Now. Press Play.

Kat x

PS

There’s only a day left to join us Queen, where are you?!

It is NOT enough to do the work.
Even all of the work!
Even all day long, every day!

You’re not getting what you want yet because you’re not BEING who you were sent here to be.

It’s time to rip the damn bandaid.

And go straight to the motherfucking top. THE WAY YOU WERE ALREADY APPOINTED TO BE.

Final 24 hours, and your place, here: https://thekatrinaruthshow.com/becomingthequeen/