Do you feel like you don't understand women? Or maybe that they don't understand you?

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.

Inside knowledge of what makes a man compelling to a woman... Case Stdies!!!

 By Allana Pratt

Dear hotter than hot Readers,

The pumpkins are carved, snacking on black bean brownies (my girlfriend hides these healthy things in the kids snacks- great excuse for me to have more than one!) and now I'm smelling the homemade pizza in the oven... soon to dress up as a Bayou Witch for Halloween!

There were 4 male speakers at the events I spoke at the last few days in Kelowna... great on so many levels to share with you...

Derrick has to be over 6'8"... his book, The 400 pound Stripper shares the inner journey that supported his journey to lose weight and gain a gentle giant's confidence few men possess. As he took pen to paper journaling, he released all the pain inside and the weight fell off. Never again will life be the same as a writer. Derrick sensed my sensual kinesthetic ways. He sat me down to write with a 1.4 pen, yet the 1.6 felt like butter... then he told me he writes standing up using a portable music stand, he even stands at the ocean's edge sometimes... and so I have agreed to use my great uncles' music stand from Edinburgh and write the masterpiece still hidden inside.

My Dear Lover Curriculum puts my 15 years of coaching experience to work for you, along with all the coaching I have received from others:

Richard is amazing. PhD in Psychology, Portuguese, and an amazing storyteller. Tangible humility, he creates this vortex when he speaks that brings the audience to their core with grace, yet off stage, we were talking about how he's ready for a woman. When he gets near a beautiful woman, he gets in his brilliant head hoping they're the one, concerned he's too short, and questions if the grass is greener with another woman. He speaks with his head slightly to right, showing his handsome left cheek... and I asked him to look me straight on. It was like a 'shazaam.' He breathed through someone and became totally present, way more attractive, grounded, vulnerable, sexier... like a survival strategy of deflection was imprisoned in this posture... he shifted his body and HE came home to Him.

Clint I met last summer in Calgary when I first met Fred, the host. Clint used to be a model, then a successful money manager, yet wasn't quite over a bad marriage, and was in a mildly abusive relationship last summer when I met him. I was touched that he had actually been reading my newsletters and took my advice to sit in the fire, be single and not even date until he got clear with what he really wanted, and clear about his worth. He got bought out of his company, traded his money from home, did his inner work and decided a month ago that he was ready for Her. He dated a few women, yet was honest and told them on a first date if there wasn't a major connection, he didn't want to waste their time. He was solid. Clear. A vortex. Within two weeks he attracted the woman he will marry. There were tears in his eyes as he shared about her. It is so beautiful to see the results of his inner work manifesting her with ease.

Dear Lover can bring lasting change in just 6 weeks. Couple that with my special 2 pack coaching upgrade, and you have a powerful combination:

Scott is an ex pro hockey player, an RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police), a dad of two, and he moved his house- not the contents... THE HOUSE, on a barge over to Vancouver Island! Like it went down the street and was plunked into the lot! Amazing! He wrote his first book: The Continuous Moment of You. YUM!!! He totally gets that it's all about your intimate relationship with yourself. And the more we come home to us, the more we demand to have that intimacy in our personal, parenting, and professional relationships. Can't wait to see where this journey takes him.

Lastly, I did a drawing for my men's Dear Lover DVD Curriculum and a local man won it. He had tears in his eyes when he came up to receive his gift. 27 years of settling with intimacy in his relationship. He owns where he's responsible. He seems clear on what's not working and what he demands to have in his marriage. I'm heading over to do a powerful intensive 2 hour session with him and his wife who have lived in constant external bickering and internal quiet desperation for almost 3 decades. I am honored to hold space for them and celebrate their willingness to sit in the fire with me today. I am honored to open doors to release blame and judgment, to invite them into what's possible. I'm amazed how long they have waited in life to seize the day and create the life they choose... and yet I can see several instances where I made excuses, was in denial, got super busy so as not to look at something and take action to create a new reality.

Ahhh... so I met some damn great men here in the Great White North... and I had my own breakthrough and expansion in my world... I CAN talk to a corporate audience! I had it in my head that my topic of intimacy, my occasional swearing, my hot red dress, my message wasn't a fit. I was wrong. Many approached me in tears afterwards. Many said they see how they have lost touch with their core truth. Many said they appreciated 'permission' to take care of themselves, to be kind to themselves, to speak up and share their truth, to not be stopped if people didn't like them, to be ignited by their inner joy and creativity... that a solid personal relationship with self and beloved truly fuels their business. I was even surprised that some cutting edge start-ups preferred the way I spoke and asked if I would do a keynote for their charity event! No fucking way! WAY COOL!

No more hiding. Show up in my tender, caring, fiercely loving arms and let's roll up our sleeves and do the work. What is truly magnificently possible, amazing man? Let's find out.

Massive delicious love,

Allana 

I am unwilling to give my power away again to another...

From: Allana Pratt, Intimacy Expert 

Dear glorious Readers, 

Loved your feedback about the poem I wrote for my friend for her situation!

I got everything from...

Right on, Allana.

God, what seems to be so lacking in today's world is integrity. Just to be clear, I mean integrity as functional wholeness, being of-a-piece, and a work-in-progress in that direction -- not honesty, which is a different attribute. It takes integrity to be honest because sometimes honesty bears the threat of being torn apart for it, of heavy consequences, and only a person with adequate integrity feels up to the possible consequences of honesty. 

Your poem communicates the stakes and the requirements of a relationship of integrity. 

Thanks, Lawrence to Allana, I have never written to you before but I felt the need this time... 

The beginning of this is really good. Guys need to own their own shit, be able to take the heat for mistakes and stay humble. As a guy I hate to discover I hurt or disappointed or was less than I needed to be for anyone I care about let alone a woman who I am in love with. It's awful. This guy may have done something truly despicable. If so say it. Give it a name. Put it out there. 

Where the wheels come off the cart, at least for me, is when this turns more into vitriolic rage and venting. She says she is done and not being judgmental but statements like the following are not only judgmental but really damaging.... JP 

Thank you all!

Here are...

The results in her life of me having written her a poem in her voice to give to him..
MY Voice, MY Story, about what's happened to me.

This has been a great exercise for me, nothing like stirring the pot to awaken us all! I have never written something for someone before, never tried to speak in their voice, from their point of view regardless of what I wanted to say... and it was very effective for them, created the result I intended... yet I see that:

I provided little context of what happened and basically dumped this on you.
I sent it because she loved it, it made him cry, they connected so I jumped to the conclusion it would help you too. 

I was being HER, in her anger, her way of talking... (which is wild I can really get into someone else's head & know what's needed to create a result for another) yet I see it was not empowering for some of you, it was triggering and emasculating to others of you, for which I apologize. My intention is to always uplift you, heal all emasculation and so please forgive my lack of consciousness.

Yet I am also grateful & here's why!

I'm grateful that they, (her still being angry, him still having been hiding) came together. Being heard helped her release her frustration, the safer place she provided allowed him to show up and speak his truth. He had hidden an affair for a year. Even more than the infidelity, she's looking at why her best friend lied to her, where was she responsible for this. This is giving him space to show up, take responsibility as well for his infidelity and decide to what he's committed... They're in the world of possibility now... 

I'm grateful that this blossomed into a conversation and deepened my awareness and responsibility to sit with things before I send them, and not judge myself when I make choices that disempower.

And I'm grateful that it's helped me see where I HAVE BEEN HIDING, pretending, holding back from you. I love you all so much, I choose to come out of the closet and share this with you.

And now I give you my experience, nothing to do with my friend, written by me... as a vulnerable woman, responding as consciously as I can, accepting that I don't have all the answers. I'm not perfect 24/7... and I choose to be real, raw, inviting and hopefully inspirational, sharing my process with you, my beloved community.
Connect, engage and share more feedback please... I value what is true for you.

Aware

by Allana Pratt

Shock.

Expectations smashed into pieces.

Kindnesses of humanity violated.

Kicked in the gut, this is so horrid it's surreal.

Can't breathe, I'm in the underworld, I inhale fire.

Vilification dissolving my heart like acid on flesh.

Trust has been gone for years, yet you're taking me to court to take our son away from me?

Are you mad?

I know we don't get along, yet all this time your excuses, lies, denials, even fake kindnesses were all a conscious manipulation behind my back?

Do beings like you really exist? I'm hooked in judgment.

Part of me is terrified beyond words to lose my son, part of me wants to annihilate you. Then my fierceness awakens like a blade of grass through cement... I CAN awaken. I CHOOSE to awaken through this pain.

I can see I've been avoiding my awareness of who you truly are.

If I received my awareness of who you are, I would have to face the fact and feelings that I married you, made love to you, had a child with you, opened my body, soul and world to you, supported you, believed in you, even after the divorce did all my forgiveness work to be grateful for you... always focusing on the good, and now this?

Mother bear is rearing her head, willing and able to kill for her cub, and at choice.

This is unacceptable.

And me hiding is unacceptable.

Me unwilling to process these sensations so as to be blinded to this attack is unacceptable.

Show it all to me.

I claim my power back to see the unseeable. I choose to dissolve judgment and be with it all.

I chose to marry then divorce someone who is attempting to take me down.

I chose to open my sacred garden of body bliss to someone who doesn't value me.

I chose to grant custody every other week to someone who acts toward me with venom.

Our son swims in this energy at your home.

I want to vomit.

What's right about this?

It's time to release my kumbaya polyanna fantasy that all people are good. That's a judgment, not awareness!

This is fucking with my mind, for part of my courage to surrender into Oneness is to believe I'm surrendering into good juju.

OK, let's go beyond mind.

Oneness includes everything and excludes nothing. I can hear Gary
Douglas's voice in my head.

This too?

Gary, this too!!??

ALL of life comes to me with ease, joy and glory? This too???

So I chose to deny what I knew. And it bit me in the ass.

I did that. Hiding doesn't work.

Thank you for this wake up call... I'm awake... 30 days later I was in court flanked by one of the best lawyers in LA and her mentor, a Family Law Judge. The judge on the stand... it was her FIRST f'ing day on the job. You've got to be kidding me.

For the first 10 minutes being cross examined I barely breathed, was still hiding...and then I remembered who I am.

I am at choice.

I am defending nothing.

And I choose to BE kindness AND the potent capacity to shift, create and generate ANYTHING out of NOTHING...

I was huge, like a tree, honest, mother bear, strength in vulnerability.

I began taking their accusatory insane questions and calmly yet passionately telling the truth then taking the lead by requesting the next question. I was in control of this hearing. They were in MY courtroom and I was walking out the winner. No more hiding, no making wrong. Just the totality of ME.

Fierce Love Truth and Potency in Action.

"Strike that from the record! I object!" his lawyer retorted and...

I

Just

Kept

Talking

As

Big

As

The

Universe.

The judge encouraged me to finish.

My lawyer didn't even need to respond. She said the case is clear your honor, we respect the court's time.

I won on all accounts.

(Except getting a month each for the summer. I choose to provide a global citizen awareness of the world to my boy. It'll happen in time.)

Anything is possible.

Anything is possible when I'm willing to take responsibility for where
I'm the cause of my suffering, where I'm willing to see the truth of who he is and know I choose differently for me, where I am able to really hear what's true for me and make the most potent juicy choice for living possible.

I could have emasculated him.

I could have hidden.

I could have played the victim card.

I could have let fear win.

I am now authentically grateful for the wake up call.

I choose for him to dissolve out of my life with ease right away.

I choose to thrive for me, for my son, for joy.

I choose to inspire all men and women to KNOW what they know and make choices for a delicious spectacular life.

I choose to hold myself in kindness and caring for choosing to hide as long as I did, releasing judgment of him, of me, of life.

I choose to celebrate myself for being willing to have it all, create generate and receive it ALL... everything. EVERYTHING. One moment at a time.

And I am unwilling to give my power away again to another.

And if I do, as soon as I'm aware, claim it back again until it's the very fiber of my being.

I choose ME.

Wow.

It's taken me 42 years (and probably 42 million lifetimes) to choose me.

I'm at the helm.

I bask in the pure awareness of my greatness, my sweetness, my limitlessness.

I choose to take one wild deep magnificent leap into ME... this experience has been the springboard from which I soar into NOW.

Thank you.

Thank you.

How does this get even more delicious?

Deliciously yours,

Allana Pratt