By Allana Pratt, Intimacy Expert
Dear hotter than hot Readers,
So I don't sleep with my clients. Totally don't. Yet man, you turn me on.
When you stop making excuses, when you courageously see your gifts, when you own your magnificence, when you say "No" to self abuse, when you stop thinking love is a sacrifice and no longer give up your life for the approval of a woman...
HOT.
So very hot to me.
It's like I could fuck you right there, I mean THIS is what turns us women on! A man claiming his power no matter what the fuck anyone says!! True authentic YOU!
What brings me great joy is to be the safe sanctuary of softness, replenishment for you after a long day on the battlefield, making it safe to surrender in the bosom of the Divine Feminine.
What turns me on is to drag your cute ass into the fire to sit and let alchemy work it's magic to birth a phoenix from the flame. To hold space as you get your greatness and take action to have what you choose to create in your life. Yum.
What takes me over the edge (where I gladly go) is being your muse, loving you unconditionally, celebrating your magnificence, tempting your deepest core into the light, daring you to claim Life, Her and the Unknown, the Mystery.
I have not been drinking.
Ok, one glass of red wine, half of which spilled on the couch when my cat landed in my lap. Yes, I was typing with one hand, drinking with the other. Yet note to self: 409 cleaner works magic on red wine if scrubbed in under 30 seconds.
I am coming out of hiding. A part of me whom I have never revealed is about to be revealed in 2013. I am going to support you in a fuller dimension than I have ever given myself permission to provide. I have tons of delicious ideas that may cause quite a stir, yet finally it doesn't matter anymore. It hurts more to hide than to risk rejection.
I LOVE this space, the same space when I hopped on Uncle Phil's semi for Hollywood from my small Canadian hometown. And just like then, I doubt the path will look anything like I planned it to. It was 1000x better.
Like when I had a makeover by my friend and colleague Stephen Dimmick and he chopped my hair off and gave me alien sexy eyes!
So where, delicious hot hunky man, are you hiding?
Where are you playing it safe so as to not risk rejection?
Yes, that place.
Women see it like it's tattooed on your forehead.
At least conscious women do, and you want one who's conscious, so she sees it.
What if instead you embraced it?
Like owned it, as part of the fabulous tapestry of you?
Then what would be possible? No more energy drained defending, or justifying, or hiding.
Can you get a sense of the freedom?
So hot.
HOT.
Dare ya.
Adore ya.
Allana xoxo
P.S. What one thing am I not providing, that if I provided, would you eagerly receive, because it would solve the problem that keeps you up at night?
Yes, tell me. I can take it.
And something in me tells me, I'm ready to provide it.
Cuz I adore you that much.
And cuz the world is waiting for you.
And so is She.
Yours,
Allana.
Dear hotter than hot Readers,
So I don't sleep with my clients. Totally don't. Yet man, you turn me on.
When you stop making excuses, when you courageously see your gifts, when you own your magnificence, when you say "No" to self abuse, when you stop thinking love is a sacrifice and no longer give up your life for the approval of a woman...
HOT.
So very hot to me.
It's like I could fuck you right there, I mean THIS is what turns us women on! A man claiming his power no matter what the fuck anyone says!! True authentic YOU!
What brings me great joy is to be the safe sanctuary of softness, replenishment for you after a long day on the battlefield, making it safe to surrender in the bosom of the Divine Feminine.
What turns me on is to drag your cute ass into the fire to sit and let alchemy work it's magic to birth a phoenix from the flame. To hold space as you get your greatness and take action to have what you choose to create in your life. Yum.
What takes me over the edge (where I gladly go) is being your muse, loving you unconditionally, celebrating your magnificence, tempting your deepest core into the light, daring you to claim Life, Her and the Unknown, the Mystery.
I have not been drinking.
Ok, one glass of red wine, half of which spilled on the couch when my cat landed in my lap. Yes, I was typing with one hand, drinking with the other. Yet note to self: 409 cleaner works magic on red wine if scrubbed in under 30 seconds.
I am coming out of hiding. A part of me whom I have never revealed is about to be revealed in 2013. I am going to support you in a fuller dimension than I have ever given myself permission to provide. I have tons of delicious ideas that may cause quite a stir, yet finally it doesn't matter anymore. It hurts more to hide than to risk rejection.
I LOVE this space, the same space when I hopped on Uncle Phil's semi for Hollywood from my small Canadian hometown. And just like then, I doubt the path will look anything like I planned it to. It was 1000x better.
Like when I had a makeover by my friend and colleague Stephen Dimmick and he chopped my hair off and gave me alien sexy eyes!
So where, delicious hot hunky man, are you hiding?
Where are you playing it safe so as to not risk rejection?
Yes, that place.
Women see it like it's tattooed on your forehead.
At least conscious women do, and you want one who's conscious, so she sees it.
What if instead you embraced it?
Like owned it, as part of the fabulous tapestry of you?
Then what would be possible? No more energy drained defending, or justifying, or hiding.
Can you get a sense of the freedom?
So hot.
HOT.
Dare ya.
Adore ya.
Allana xoxo
P.S. What one thing am I not providing, that if I provided, would you eagerly receive, because it would solve the problem that keeps you up at night?
Yes, tell me. I can take it.
And something in me tells me, I'm ready to provide it.
Cuz I adore you that much.
And cuz the world is waiting for you.
And so is She.
Yours,
Allana.
