$1.4 MILLION AND YOU STILL DON’T VALUE IT!

A HEART COST $1.4 MILLION DOLLARS UNINSTALLED AND WITH ZERO ROOM AND BOARD.

 

And yet we don’t value them. We deny our hearts every f-cking day!And that is the sad truth.

 

Now you can say, well that heart that costs so much is because its primary function is to keep us alive and sometimes you need a new one to keep you going. Living is worth that much and more.

Yes living is worth that much and more. However, you are most likely not living. You are instead at best just getting by, surviving. And you are calling it living. Because while that heart of yours is beating you take it and this day for granted. Don’t you?

 

Let’s get serious.

 

You don’t even realize that you don’t value your heart. You think that it is serving its purpose just by beating and keeping the blood pumping through your veins.

 

But in truth…you are abusing it. You are not listening to it. You are actually denying it.You avoid it. You run from it. And you do it all in the name of “logic.”

 

Society and your upbringing hijacked your heart from you and you have bought it hook line and sinker ( big on the sinker part too) that you are to NOT LISTEN to your MF heart.

 

And then you wonder why sh*t don’t work out for you. Why you feel lost. Why you are never really happy. You may have fleeting moments of happiness, but you don’t really sink all the way into it do you. You may feel good here and there, but your “good days” require outside sources to act and do certain things. You don’t legitimately feel damn good.

 

Now you may tell a little lie here, I get it, you don’t want to actually surrender to the truth of your reality that you have allowed yourself to get a bit f-cked up through life. You want to feel like you are in control or perhaps that you are not in control, that life has caused all of this and you were not on board with it, but those are the cards that were dealt to you and you are doing the best you can with what you got.

 

The reality is that you are in control. You have allowed yourself to lose your heart. You may have not known that you were allowing it, you may have thought that it is just the way life is, you may have actually believed that if you listened to your heart that it would make you weak, lost or feeling stupid in someway. That it was not a good source of wisdom.

 

The opposite is true.

 

It is your GPS.

It is your path.

And it is far more valuable than $1.4 million.

It is worth EVERY F-CKING THING.

 

But you still don’t get it.

You still believe that it’s too dangerous to follow,

too uncertain to trust.

You still believe that it will get you into trouble and cause you pain and suffering,

because you “think” that those past painful events that you have lived through,

that some if not all of them were actually caused by your hearts poor judgment.

And so you deny it still.

And you have chosen to sit in agony for the rest of your days, avoiding life.

Turning away from bliss and joy, surrender to love and having all that you want for.

 

It’s sad.

Truly it is that so many choose this path of not discovering themselves.

 

And that is what the heart is all about.

Discovery of your truth.

It is your source of alignment to self,

to God.

 

It is through the soft words of our hearts and guidance that we can be led to everything.

 

It is said,

“The heart wants what the heart wants.”

 

And that is true.

It wants your joy.

 

But you must be willing to surrender to it.

To be unveiled and willing to drop your armour and feel.

It demands us to feel all of life,

the perceived good and bad.

 

Because it is through these things that we gain clarity and certainty in what our hearts crave.

 

Clarity.

Did you hear that?

Clarity, which is key to living a f-ck yes life,

key to having the love, the money, the well being that you speak of wanting.

You can strive for it through logic all your days,

and you can touch on it here and there,

but will never be able to maintain and keep it with joy without your heart.

You will find yourself struggling.

Fighting with others and self,

feeling lost and unseen,

while you fight to avoid what your heart already knows.

And this will be your ultimate suffering.

 

Not knowing the self.

Not living from alignment.

Not feeling life move through.

 

So what do you choose beautiful?

What will it be?

 

Continuing to live by other ideas, perceptions and judgement of who you are and what you should or should do or be?

 

Continue fearing the decisions that you make and what direction is best?

 

Continue wondering if you will ever be happy?

 

Or FINALLY surrendering to your divine GPS known as your heart.

Making it the most valuable tool that God has ever given you?

 

It’s time beautiful to acknowledge your truth, your power and your joy.

 

It’s time to say F-ck Yes! to your heart.

 

And As Always,

Stop Existing & Start Living

 

“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”

 

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Hi, I Am Kendal’s P-ssy and THIS Is My Tale.

Hi, I am Kendal’s P-ssy….

I have a story to share with you.

It is my personal tale of a p-ssies struggles and come back to love and orgasm.

 

When Kendal was a small girl,

she discovered me. She loved to explore me and learn all about me in the shower and it felt wonderful.

We were so bonded and comfortable with each other,

and as Kendal grew and became a young adult,

she could hear me speaking to her about everything that I felt was good for us. She listened to some of my words and sought to help me have some of my desires,

but then one day Kendaal met a young man that I absolutely adored.

This young man knew how to treat Kendal.

He looked at her with eye full of love,

he touched her skin with the same adoration.

And months down the road she allowed him to touch me too.

 

It was an exciting day.

I can still feel those first touches.

I had never been seen by a boy before like this,

I had never been allowed to be touched by anyone other than Kendal until now,

and here he was.

 

Loving on me.

Delicately.

Focused.

and passionate.

 

I grew so hungry for the boy to do more than just touch me,

but he was respecting Kendal and wanted to move slowly.

And let me tell you,

He moved slowly.

It took him a year to finally make sweet love to us,

and when he did,

He remained in us for hours.

Rubbing, touching, kissing and sucking.

It was a loving moment and I felt so free and open.

I never wanted to part ways with this young man,

and Kendal was so happy,

so full of sexual light.

And confidence.

They shared dreams and ideas of the future,

talked as though thousands of years would go by with them together.

 

I was so excited about the endless possibilities of what they were discussing.

 

But one day,

the boy changed his mind.

He decided that he needed to venture out into the world without us. He kissed Kendal goodbye after lunch and vanished without a word.

 

Kendal cried for months,

she felt so lost and in agony over this relationship.

She became upset with me too in the process and blamed me for the pain that her heart was feeling.

So she distanced herself from me,

she did not touch me.

She did not want to have anyone else touch me.

She felt trapped in her surroundings and lost at her core.

 

A few months went by and all she could think of was escaping the world that she was existing in.

She met a man a decade older than her,

she could tell he had eyes for her and that is all that mattered.

She knew he was her ticket out of this mess that she was in.

And so she acted quickly and offered us up a tribute to the man,

she moaned and screamed, scratched and acted like I was enjoying it, acted like she was into it,

but I was not.

I felt saddened at her actions.

Before I knew it, the man had proposed  to her and she said yes,

I was lost at why she would do this when she did not have the feeling in her heart for him,

and I was not on board with the idea,

yet she said yes.

 

And years went by.

We had children,

and I kept being offered up for tribute,

to keep life normal and “happy” as she always said.

She believed that this is what adulting was about and that it just was.

She told us that the joy and love we shared with the boy so many years before was a fluke and that I needed to accept that we were not here to enjoy the sex anymore,

that we were here to have babies, make her husband happy and carry on.

 

And so I allowed her to use and abuse us.

But I shut myself down from the possibilities of pleasure,

I could not feel her heart anymore,

all I could feel was her anger and hatred.

 

Until, one day a man who was a friend of theirs started flirting with her. He grabbed her hand one afternoon and kissed her palm. I got excited.

I began to heat up and throb.

I was screaming,  “Do you feel that?”

I wanted her to recognize the look in this man’s eyes.

It was love.

And if she would stop waring with me she could feel the warmth of it at her core.

 

I was hopeful that this man could reconnect us.

And I pushed for her to do what she never thought possible,

go outside her marriage and tap back into me.

 

And she did.

And there were some fun adventures,

until that crazy mind of hers kicked back into the driver’s seat and told her to feel shame and guilt,

that her sex did not matter and that she was evil for venturing off and listening to me.

 

And so she locked us out again.

She blamed us for even more pain and loss in her life.

And we carried on being offered up as tribute to her husband for a decade more.

 

Over the years I went to work on other aspects of her,

trying to get them to side with me,

trying to get them to connect with me so that we could get her to listen to the fact that she was walking down the wrong path in her life and that the happiness that she craved and desired,

was never going to happen under these conditions of trauma.

And FINALLY I had a breakthrough with her intestines.

We devised a plan that would certainly cause her to pay attention….

 

One day while at an event with friends,

when she was laughing and masking her pain with alcohol we set our plan into action.

The intestines began to bleed everywhere!

She had white shorts on and was in a crowd of strangers and friends,

it was perfect.

She panicked.

She knew it was not me bleeding from her period,

and she knew it was serious.

It was a sobering moment for Kendal.

We had her attention.

And with some discovery she uncovered that she was now suffering from Crohn’s Disease.

 

She spent the next few years focusing on her body,

on her health, on her thoughts,

and even though she still ignored me,

she was on the right path to coming back into communication with me and after doing everything that she could to heal,

she came to the conclusion,  (thanks to me who made sure to kick Crohn’s into high gear after sex frequently) that there was alink between her sex, her p-ssy (me) and the disease.

 

And so she went back to her roots,

she went back to what the boy from so many years before had taught her,

to thier conversations about sex, body and soul.

And she realized that what she needed was sexual healing.

That all these years she had been living in her sexual shadow,

disconnected from who she really was and her desires,

disconnected from your intuition, her GPS (ME).

 

And one day she went to her husband and told him her discovery only to be told that she was crazy.

But, she was done with the pain and suffering.

She was done with feeling lost and moody.

She was done with pleasureless sex,

limited connection and not being happy in her life.

She was sick and tired of not living.

And she told her husband, “too bad, I am doing it anyway.”

 

And she did.

And it was amazing.

She started the very next week by connecting with a tantra coach, and she dug in deep quickly and did the emotional and psychological work that he offered her to remove the wounds and trauma and move past them, she did the physical release work to let the tension go from the body, and from me.

And she started to feel herself again.

She started to appreciate me again.

She started to love me again and feed me again with touch,

and then on day she decided that it was time to let me play some and she ventured out and found a man,

a man that looked at her the way that I like,

and she listened to me and they had beautiful intimate, healing moments,

and he opened her up to hearing me even more and feeling me more and deeper,

and from there she found more lovers for me,

and more,

and I felt loved and appreciated, full.

But all stories have some down points, right?

And so does mine.

 

One day Kendal did not listen like she should to me and she disregarded my screaming that we were in a bad situation,

and without notice a male client of hers attacked her in her office and forced himself on her,

and into us.

He had his way and she felt paraylzed in the moment during and directly following. He tossed $600 down on her limp body on the floor and said,

“Thank you for making me feel like a man.”

She wept and hid herself.

Blaming me again,

if I had not taken her down this path,

then perhaps this trauma would not have been,

she should have stayed safe,

but here she was.

And disconnected we were again.

It took her some time,

it took her some convincing from a few wonderful men that loved her deeply,

but she finally came back around and allowed me my voice again.

 

From there we have had many struggles in our communication,

we have made some wrong turns but we have many more right then wrong.

 

She has learned the value of my voice,

and when the old wounds sprout up from nowhere she sees them.

She desires to remain in connection with me,

and together we work at our loving relationship daily.

 

Today, I am happy with my journey.

I am happy with my life.

I feel the disconnect that her and I have,

as does she,

but our desire is the same.

To open and connect me fully back up to her heart where I belong,

so that we each can reap the wonderful rewards of pleasure and juicy intimacy again.

 

There have been so many moments through the years that Kendal and I have shared touching the big toe of God in our sex, feeling the bliss of an emotional orgasm as tears pour from her eye’s and I pulsate and vibrate in rapture, and swallowing up our lover to the depth of the earths core.

 

These moments are what I crave as a p-ssy.

These moments are only possible when I am connected to her heart,

and feel that she loves me and herself fully.

These moments can only occur when she is listening to me and letting guide her to the lovers that are at one with us,

and this is what makes me happy.

 

This is what all p-ssies in the world crave and desire for happiness.

 

Ladies of the world…

are you listening to her?

She has a message for you,

she wants to connect and open your heart.

Your p-ssy is your guidance, your intuition and knowing.

It is time that you reconnect and stop blaming and fearing her.

 

 

As Always,

Stop Existing & Start Living

“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”

 

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