She woke up and immediately reached for her phone. Emails. Messages. News. The scroll. Thirty minutes later she looked up and realized she hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. And she felt... heavy. Anxious. Like the world had downloaded itself into her nervous system before she even brushed her teeth. Tomorrow she did something different. Woke up. Didn't touch her phone. Just lay there. Felt the bed. Felt her body waking up. Stretched. Breathed. Then got up. Made coffee. Sat by the window. Watched the light change. Her phone was still on her nightstand. The world was still happening. But she wasn't plugged into it yet. Just fifteen minutes. That's all she gave herself. Fifteen minutes of just... being. Before becoming the person who responds to everything. And those fifteen minutes changed the whole day. Not because something magical happened. Because she started from presence instead of starting from the world's demands. She didn't check her phone until after breakfast. And when she finally did? The anxiety was there—emails, deadlines, all of it. But she wasn't drowning in it. Because she'd remembered first. Remembered who she was before the world told her who to be. Fifteen minutes. That's all it took. See you in presence.

Traffic was stopped. Complete standstill. He'd been sitting there for twenty minutes. Usually this would make him insane. Road rage. Cursing. Checking Waze constantly. Spiraling about being late. But today, for some reason, he just... didn't. He turned off the podcast. Rolled down the window. And just sat there. The sun was setting. Orange and pink. He hadn't noticed it until now. Some bird was singing in a tree next to the highway. High and clear. Beautiful, actually. The guy in the car next to him was singing along to something. Head bobbing. Completely lost in it. Happy. And he realized something. Nothing about the situation had changed. Still stuck in traffic. Still going to be late. But he wasn't suffering anymore. Suffering wasn't the traffic. Suffering was his resistance to the traffic. His story about how it shouldn't be this way. His need for it to be different. And when he dropped that story? All that was left was... this. The sunset. The bird. The guy singing. Life happening. Without his commentary. Eventually traffic moved. He got home. Forty minutes late. His wife asked if he hit traffic. "Yeah," he said. "It was actually kind of nice." She looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had. Or maybe he'd found it. See you in presence.

"How are you?" He almost said "fine" without thinking. Automatic. The script everyone follows. But then he stopped. Actually felt into the question. How was he? Tired. Uncertain. A little scared about money. Grateful for his health. Missing his dad. Excited about next week. All of it at once. "Honestly? I don't know. Kind of everything at the same time." She looked at him. Really looked. "Yeah. I get that." And then they both just stood there. Two people in the coffee shop line. No small talk. No performance. Just... honesty hanging in the air. "Thanks for the real answer," she said. "Thanks for asking like you meant it." They got their coffees. Went separate ways. Probably wouldn't see each other again. But something had happened in that moment. Some small crack in the armor everyone wears. And through that crack? Just presence. Just two humans being honest for thirty seconds. It wasn't much. But it was enough. See you in presence.

Most spiritual entrepreneurs I work with have everything they need to scale: - The gift - The message - The people waiting for their help But they're stuck in a pattern of waiting. Waiting until they "figure it out." Waiting until they feel "ready." Waiting until they finish their holiday Waiting for some external sign that says "NOW." Here's what I've learned after 18 years in business and 14+ years of consciousness work: THE UNIVERSE DOESN'T REWARD HESITATION. IT REWARDS DECISION. Be FIRM, have CONVICTION! When you're operating from GOD frequency, from pure presence, you're not making decisions from fear or scarcity. You're not calculating risk from the limited perspective of the character. You're moving from TRUTH. And from that place? There's no such thing as time or the perfect feeling. I've watched clients sit on their gifts for YEARS because they were waiting for conditions to be perfect. Meanwhile, the people who needed them kept suffering. The calculated risk isn't "Will this work?" The calculated risk is: "What does it cost me, and the world, if I don't move NOW?" The people need what you have. The only question is: Are you willing to bet on yourself? Theirs no question in my mind that many peeps lack TRUE certainty in what they can accomplish. They rest in trying or hoping... instead of "it's done!" Their lack of fuel... not enough, whatever it takes energy. God has already bet on you. You're here. You made it. You are all of that which you're experiencing and all that came for you to be here now. The delay isn't about timing. It's about identity. Are you still operating as the character who needs permission or Delays until the right moment? Or are you ready to move as the CREATOR you actually are? YOU ARE A CREATOR A TRANCENDENT CREATOR I've seen people delay investing in themselves because they're "travelling soon" or "waiting for the right quarter" or "need to think about it." Then six months later, they're in the exact same place.

He was doing dishes. Some song came on. One he'd heard a thousand times. But this time, for some reason, he actually heard it. The vocals. The way they built. The pause before the chorus. The emotion in it. And he stopped washing. Hands in the soapy water. Just listening. When was the last time he actually listened to music? Really listened? Not as background noise. Not while doing something else. Just... listened. He stood there for the whole song. Didn't move. Didn't think. Just... there. When it ended, he laughed at himself. "I just stopped doing dishes for a song." But something had opened. Some door he didn't know was closed. The rest of the day, everything sounded different. Birds outside. His wife's voice. The hum of the refrigerator. He was hearing the world for the first time in years. And it was beautiful. See you in presence.