If You Need Time, I'm Not The One (An Invitation)

If you need to be pushed / convinced / taught / supported / or ‘time’ to ride your own edge,

I’m not the bitch you play with.

But if you’re here for the absolute thrill and truth of it,

I’m that bitch you wanna fuck with.

‘The Zero Point of Money (And All Things)’ Masterclass happens Thursday (tomorrow) at 7pm-8:30ish EST and Sunday at 2pm-3:30ish EST.

You don’t need this (or any) Masterclass.

But if your being wants to really fucking play,

and touch the depths where stillness lies,

hit the point where nothing’s left,

you’re gonna wanna be part of this.

$300 for one or $500 for both.

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Pierce The Illusion Of Money (An Invitation)

Let’s pierce the illusion and remove the weight.

Let’s see money (and every other thing) for what it actually is (and isn’t).

‘The Zero Point of Money (And All Things)’ Masterclass happens Thursday (tomorrow) at 7pm-8:30ish EST.

And again this Sunday at 2pm-3:30ish EST.

$300 for one or $500 for both.

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Twice The Masterclass (An Invitation)

The masterclass is called ‘The Zero Point of Money (And All Things)’ because all things are the same.

It happens this Thursday, June 30th at 7pm-8:30ish EST and this Sunday, July 3rd at 2pm-3:30ish EST.

We’ll have a conversation about no-thing, which is everything, and dance until nothing remains.

$300 per masterclass

$500 for the set

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Living An Endless Shroom Trip (An Essay)

When I spend money while being free of matter, I don’t feel like I have less money than I did before I spent it because energetically nothing has changed.

I just went from one move to the next in the physical but the move itself isn’t felt internally (distinguished from the previous or the next) because there was no matter.

It was just another moment on a cloud.

Energetically, I’m not even making a move.

I’m just being me.

The money / move itself is irrelevant.

An illusory transaction.

Of course that’s not how it looks or feels in the world of matter.

It doesn’t make it less true.

It’s never about the details of a move.

It’s about honouring the truth.

It’s about floating through space with as little obstruction as possible as you seamlessly dance from one moment and (non) movement to the next.

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You Gotta Earn Your Riches (Mandy Bite)

As long as you're settling for a less than true existence, you have yet to earn the 'riches' that you misperceive are missing.

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You're Asking The Wrong Question (An Essay)

It's not: "How do I get the clients / make the money / overcome the addiction / heal the pain / resolve this health and / or relationship 'issue'?"

It's: "When will I stop saying YES to a NO? When will I stop supressing what's true? When will I make being the living truth my full-time job regardless of who or what is in front of me?"

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You Can't Waste Time Or Money (An Essay)

You can’t waste money.

Just like you can’t waste time.

Because neither exist, ultimately, in the land of energy.

In the world of matter, however, money and time seem very real.

Quite valuable, in fact.

And both matter a helluva lot.

How you spend and save them is what it’s all about.

Always running out, it seems.

If they both stopped being tallied though,

oh, what glorious fun it would be.

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No Difference Between High And Low (An Essay)

There’s no difference between giving and receiving money.

Between saving and spending money.

Between ‘high’ or ‘low’ numbers,

or how fast or slow money comes.

The only difference comes down to the vibe.

As you make every (non) money move.

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The Bullshit of High-End Coaching (An Essay)

Last year a hottie made a comment to me about the low caliber of client that comes with charging low prices.

And she was really sold on this bullshit narrative because she was being charged, and was charging, a wild amount for ‘high-end’ coaching at the time.

Which in and of itself isn’t an issue.

I’m pointing to the idea that a certain price point yields a certain quality of person.

It doesn’t.

Energy leads.

Not money.

I worked with Sanna for a year and didn’t pay a dollar for it.

As if I was a low calibre client.

As if she wasn’t the best ‘mentor’ on the fucking planet despite not charging me a penny.

Nothing was reduced just because a dollar amount wasn’t attached and a dollar wasn’t exchanged.

But I digress.

A couple of weeks ago, the said hottie took me up on my $50 for 30 minute deal (a rare deal since I currently charge $750 USD for a 30 minute call).

I was delighted.

Obviously her narrative had changed, and we had a beautiful call unrelated to money.

Then last week, she asked to book a second call to talk specifically about money.

Because despite investing in and offering ‘high-end’ coaching, it hadn’t really panned out, her money was almost gone, and she was starting to freak the fuck out.

I asked how much remained.

The number was hella low.

And that number turned me on because of how low it was.

Because crunch time means truth time so let’s fucking GO.

Let’s get to the guts of what was avoided when she spent and made those big dollars while by-passing the absolute truth.

Because if the investment and the sales were sourced from that (meaning there was no matter whatsoever), she wouldn’t be freaked out by this low number and she wouldn’t fear what may or may not come from this point on.

She’d also see that the anxiety isn’t from a dwindling bank account at all.

It was always there.

Reliant on, and in response to, illusory external security (and lack thereof) since the internal still lacks the stability required to feel secure regardless of externals.

Now it’s just being highlighted.

Damn, I love the crunch.

Because despite appearances, the crunch doesn’t create anything that wasn’t already there.

It just just shows you exactly where you’re at.

What you’re REALLY working with.

And how easily you can be moved.

And that you still have work to do.

Because if you’ve been using money or another as the buffer between you and YOU, you’re gonna come face to face with that in the absence of the money or the other.

Good.

Now we’re actually getting somewhere.

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Don't Pay To Get Something (An Essay)

In a call yesterday, the fella was talking about high ticket coaches and the idea that he needed to invest in them to make those big dollars himself.

I said there’s no A to B connection.

If you’re investing in someone to make money or to ‘get’ anything, it’s not a clean move.

Sure it can ‘work’ for a while.

You might land some big ass sales.

But as long as there’s an ulterior motive, those dollars are counterfeit aka not pure which means you’ll still end up exactly where you were until you’re ready to strip everything that led you to chasing the money in the first place.

The idea of paying someone for a future something you think you don’t already have, has got to go.

Pay someone because it feels hot as fuck to play with them.

That’s it.

Not for the thing.

Not for some illusory outcome you’re banking on to get your money’s worth.

Only for the experience you can’t get anywhere else with anyone else because your being just told you so.

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True vs Counterfeit (An Essay)

A true life and a counterfeit life can appear the same on the surface but are eons apart underneath.

The first is the A side.

The true side.

Rich. Juicy. Alive.

The second is the B side.

The false side.

Empty. Flat. Dead.

You can tell which reality you’ve chosen not by how it looks, but by how it feels.

It’s the energy that speaks what’s true.

You can make a ton of ‘empty’ money.

Have plenty of ‘empty’ sex.

Work countless ‘empty’ hours.

Recite plenty ‘empty’ I love yous.

But what’s the fucking point?

How about money, sex, time and love

that’s dripping with truth,

and overflowing with YOU.

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Seeing Through The Public Persona (An Essay)

You can swap the coach, the paradigm, the partner.

You can change the business, the lingo, and make big money.

You can lose the weight and hit a new personal record.

And STILL not shift energetically.

Just because you switched the box and the externals look different, it doesn’t mean a damn thing changed.

And just because others paint a superficial and strategically crafted picture of themselves publicly, doesn’t mean it’s the real thing, as you already know.

These days, when I read certain posts from those I once looked up to who are still selling the same flat experience (but now in a sparkly new package), those I thought had ‘made it’ and knew something I didn’t because I didn’t yet trust myself fully and I was reading their content (which sold me) instead of their energy (which speaks the actual truth),

I can now feel where they’re really at, regardless of what they’re saying.

And in all this time, nothing got cleaned up.

They never actually moved.

They simply added new words, new offers, and new price points from that same exact place.

Pretending something new has taken place, and maybe it has circumstantially, but energetically it’s stagnant as hell and wasn’t truly alive to begin with.

But back then I was sold on the external narrative.

My ravenous desire to find answers to my perceived dilemmas and relief from what ailed me, clouded my ability to discern between what was being presented in the physical and what was actually loud as fuck in the non-physical.

The cleaner I got, the easier it was for me to read between those lines.

To feel the truth beyond the words.

To know where someone’s actually at instead of where they’ve positioned themselves to be.

So I came to understand that some of the most celebrated and followed ‘teachers’ are the ones drowning in the most bullshit.

They’re energetic hot messes.

Which captivates and motivates those who are also drenched in matter.

They love the resonance.

The feeling of ‘same’.

I love the void.

The feeling of clean.

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Spotless (Mandy Bite)

The only thing that's 'earned' is the state you experience from the work you do to keep that inner non-space pristine.

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Why You Don't Get All The Things (An Essay)

You don’t get ALL THE THINGS just because you’re ‘doing the work’.

You get ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE TRUE FOR YOUR BEING EVERY FUCKING STEP OF THE WAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE regardless of the work.

Which is what you’ve been getting since the moment you were born.

So ‘doing the work’ doesn’t change the fact that you’re always exactly where you need to be in whatever circumstance you find yourself in that’s undoubtedly refining you beautifully.

Doing the work just ‘removes’ the illusory shit in the way of you seeing how fucking perfect it all is regardless of how it appears or what does or doesn’t happen because let’s face it, shit is always happening.

That’s life.

What is or isn’t happening is never the problem.

How we misperceive it, is.

Someone in a relationship isn’t more advanced / on track than someone not in one, and vice versa.

Someone with a fuckton of cash isn’t more advanced / on track than someone with nada, and vice versa.

Someone with a specific health condition isn’t less advanced / less on track than someone without one, and vice versa.

You can’t use external metrics to measure the quality of one’s inner experience or the precision of one’s energetic game because the work has nothing to do with the external even though it can impact it.

Things most definitely move more seamlessly when you’re actively doing the work simply because you’re not repeatedly jamming your own circuits with your own bullshit / clutter / mispercepetions / expectations.

And if you’re attached to what your ‘been doing all the work’ life should look like (the man, the fat account, 20 pounds lighter, whatever the fuck), you’re still not hitting the right spot because you’re aiming for something ‘out there’ to validate what you’re doing ‘in here’ instead of staying right here where the magic really happens (which has nothing to do with what does or doesn’t happen externally).

Doing the work (seeing through the matter) results in being okay no matter what happens and no matter what it ends up looking like, and trusting (well it’s even beyond trust - you just KNOW) that your being knows far better than you what the hottest concoction is for you every step of the way (if you’d just get outta the damn way and do exactly what you know you need to do because you’re being told how to move in every fucking moment).

And it’s not that you won’t ‘get’ the cash or the man or the body whatever else it is you think you want.

It’s that you inevitably get to a place where you’re so fucking juiced even without it, that you’re not even feeling like a damn thing is missing (because nothing ever is), and you know that what’s truly for you is both inevitable and ever-present, and you know it’s the experience you’re after; not the thing itself,

as the unimaginable licks you from head to toe

in ways you never even dreamed of.

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Your True Security (Mandy Bite)

If you need the job (money) or the relationship (person) or the home (thing)

or anything else in your life to remain as it is

in order to feel ‘secure’…

you’re not secure.

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Managing The Bottomless Pit (An Essay)

If you’re managing your thoughts,

you’re managing matter.

If you’re managing your emotional state,

you’re managing matter.

If you’re managing your health,

your finances,

your relationships

or any other part of your life,

you’re managing matter.

Seems like a lotta fucking work.

Exhausting, never-ending, bottomless pit work.

Because there will always be thoughts and emotions.

There will always be the body, other people and the bank account.

There will always be the woes of the world and this strange little thing called life.

But those things on their own are never the ‘issue’,

no matter what they are or aren’t comprised of.

It’s all the matter surrounding them that causes you grief.

Clear that and there’s nothing left to ‘manage’.

Every (illusory) problem solved.

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It's Not About The Price (An Essay)

It’s not: ‘Of course they make a lot of money. Look how much they charge.’

If it was as simple as that, then why don’t you try to charge what they charge and see what happens.

Spoiler Alert:

Nothing will happen.

Because your move wasn’t true.

It was tainted with something artificial to prove.

There are people charging at every single price point for all kinds of things.

Some are making a killing.

Some are not.

And it’s not the price that determines that.

A high price doesn’t guarantee it will be sold.

Nor does a low one.

You already know this.

So it’s not about the price itself.

It’s about what’s actually true.

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Anything Less Is A Lie (An Essay)

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

An unexpected but completely accurate number for her and I.

A number I didn’t think my way to.

I just knew in a moment.

It’s this or nothing.

Anything less (or more) - a lie.

A lie that would soften the edge of ME.

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

She could take it or leave it.

That wasn’t the point.

Nor was the amount I chose.

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

and see how far I go.

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Making Thousands With No Price Point (An Essay)

I made thousands in one week letting others pick the price themselves for a 30 minute call with me.

Thousands.

That didn’t happen because of my ‘price point’.

There wasn’t one.

Still ‘worked’.

Because nothing was in the way.

I was just playing because it was fun.

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Stop Blaming A Lack of Money (An Essay)

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

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

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

And…

It’s not about the money.

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

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

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

The perfect excuse to keep saying NO to you.

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

That completely-outside-of-you money.

But here’s what’s true:

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

Your system is jammed.

And so are your finances.

Because money doesn’t move before you do.

It’s already there.

Where are you?

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