Purity isn’t the path to manifestation

Your manifestations get to hold you unconditionally. Getting angry, feeling petty and slipping into grief for the loss of your last relationship ARE NOT signs that you’re off track. 


In fact, they point you directly to the standards you’ve struggled to claim for yourself; they show you your desires and where your energy yearns to flow. 


Your next income level, soul journey trip and first class flight want to meld with you as much as you with it. 


It’s not your anger or your grief or your mess that holds them back.

It’s the rejection of your anger, your grief and your mess. 

It’s the self-punishment.

It’s the buried idea that you have to be spotless, silent, “good” enough before you’re worthy.

(It’s the sneaky, stale Christian-virtue programming masquerading as ‘high vibe’ spiritual advice.)


Your desires want you as badly as you want them.

They’ve been hunting you through the ethers.

They love that you’re furious and unwilling to settle.

They love that your heart aches with how deeply you love.

They’re cracking up watching you get activated by Becky in A/R—because they know that frustration is the breadcrumb leading you to the new job, the new life, the waiting manifestation.


Your manifestations want you. As you are. Unconditionally. 


Emotional Alchemy returns your raw power in every gritty, needy, nasty-ass version of yourself.

You’ll unlock your magnetism where your fear has tried to hide it.

You’ll feast on the rich, layered, vibrant life that’s been aching to pour through you.

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