In case you were wondering...

The spirit of ashterah is the spirit that runs

MOST of the feminine coaching / healing industry.

Instead of worshipping money..

It brings you to worshipping an illusion...

She's the sex goddess.

The illusion of a queen that lays back and is fed grapes all day.. and this is how business should be.

Well…

It's a LIE.

A true and good queen... cares for her people, is concerned w her people, thinks about and takes action to lead her people, and actually is sitting in the responsibility and integrity everyday of that which she carries... like a boss..

She will lure you to her through the top coaches instagrams.

Look at their bags.

Look at their first class plane rides.

Look at their friend group.

Why do I even follow them? You wonder...

Why do I feel like I can't unfollow them?

It's called manifestation porn.

It's an ILLUSION that makes you feel as if you don't have enough and are not enough..

And...

Your relationship to making money online…

Is a direct reflection and invitation to heal your patterns from childhood around

being seen and adored by your parents.

Here’s how it tends to show up…

“I suck at being consistent online”

No. You don’t.

Do you brush your teeth every day? (Hopefully)

Do you put your clothes on every day?

You don’t suck at consistency... there are a ton of things you are consistent at that are autopilot in your life..

BUT you experience resistance (oh it’s the last thing I think about!) to being consistent doing the ONE major thing that moves the needle in your business.

SHOWING UP ONLINE

“I don’t know why but I can’t grow my followers past X number.”

You can’t? Or you WON’T?

Unconsciously if your number of followers has been chillin at the same spot for a while you likely have underlying...

What do I want to leave the world with?

What if I miss the purpose of my life?

How do I want to be remembered?

Questions that used to consume me, until I started asking them a bit differently.

What legacy am I leaving my children?

What will they have to remember me by?

What essence am I implanting in them?

Any that's where I found the confidence I needed to take the next steps.

The next steps of healing for myself.

The next steps in deconstruction of... well, everything.

The next steps in walking away from unhealthy spaces to healthy ones.

The next right thing.

Even though it was scary.

How I hope to be remembered by them is someone who opened the door for herself to healing, held out a hand looking back at those who needed it, and walked them through the door to the other side.

I hope that I'm remembered as someone who was brave enough to face herself.

Ballsy enough to walk away from power structures that oppressed and suffocated.

Secure enough to...