ungagging

THE FAME SERIES 1/10

A mask worn when the face has grown becomes a wall that rubs and cuts. - Rumi

I heard that Rumi quote for the first time in a public speaking course led by Gail Larsen.

I was there because I knew that the famous wave of teachers who had taught me had worked with her. Danielle LaPorte, Kris Carr, Gabby Bernstein. I haven’t seen any of them in a while. Usually teachers who refuse to adapt to social media or other big world changes disappear.

I knew I wanted to be famous. I knew I wanted to speak on stages and have a crowd awestruck. I wanted to change lives. I wanted to stand out, be offered podcasts and book deals, and be recognized in airports.

If you want what they have, do what they do, but do it like you.

I wanted fame, so I trained like them. It was a good course for 5k. The gist of it was “ditch the script, tell your story.”

Not the story you are okay with telling. The story of your past you’ve been avoiding.

You know who else told me that?

The marketing team behind the Budweiser frogs. Also Kris Jenner. Also Howard Schultz. I did all their masterclasses.

If you want what they have, do what they do, just do it like you.

Do you want to be famous? Are you sure?


You should watch the 20 minute masterclass when we’re done. Let’s go deeper.

“A mask worn. “

Every year I do Fuckless I discover that I still have a mask.

I think spiritual nice girls are supposed to act a certain way, or at least fake it if they don’t feel that way. I’ll let things slide with you because love suffereth long and is kind. I’ll do inner work on you instead of telling you what I think. I’ll eat hours, days, wondering what your deal is instead of telling you my deal:

“You’re acting weird. Tf is up with you?”

“When the face has grown...”

I was watching Tony Robbins videos recently, because I have always known I wanted to be like a female Tony Robbins.

Have you heard of him? He adapts. He adapts helllllla

Tony Robbins shoots from the hip. That means he fires without taking too much time to aim. He has less than ten minutes with each customer. He doesn’t have time to let them articulate the bullshit. Like me, he sees it instantly. He’s comfortable with himself, so he just says it.

Me... I’m afraid.

I don’t want to be “crazy”, so I pussyfoot around. I bait you with questions to get you to say what the issue is with your own mouth. It takes a minimum of ten minutes longer.

Recently, as I prepare for this, I’ve been shooting from the hip. You can read about it in my Teacher’s Log tomorrow.

It’s working. My face has grown. Since the last time I taught this, my face has grown. But the mask worn when the face has grown..

“Becomes a wall. “

I am hiding behind a massive wall of what I thought a spiritual teacher needed to be. It’s an ego based off teachers I like and teachers I’m afraid of being.

this year it’s “nice”
the first year it was “blonde”
most years it’s been “quiet”

The wall looks like instead of speaking my mind and trusting what comes out, I retreat, plan draft after draft of my special spiritual response, and then deliver it to you in plenty of styrofoam packing peanuts because I assume you’re too sensitive to be spoken to like an adult.

I assume this about you. That makes me the problem. Not you.

This year, in Ritual, I knew what I wanted out of my life. Now, with Fuckless, it’s time to do the work.

You can’t see through a wall. It’s not a boundary. It’s a barrier. It’s blocking love, money, and fame.

I want love, money, and fame. The three things that make people very, very, VERY jealous of you.

A mask worn when the face has grown becomes a wall....

“That rubs and cuts.”

Being fake doesn’t sting and burn. It doesn’t slice and bleed.

It is so sustainable.

It just rubs and cuts. It’s irritating. You carry it around with you all day. You replay situations over and over. You vent no frustrations aloud, you just gas yourself silently in your own head until there’s nothing left to breathe or see except the interaction, the interaction, the interaction.

It’s not killing you, not tangibly at least. It’s not an emergency. It rubs and cuts. It chafes and scrapes.

You can get used to anything.

I’m real because I show up here year after year and offer myself up to be ungagged, so that you can see how I not only SURVIVE on the other side of it, but THRIVE. Loud and clear.

I show up here every year and I ask that the gag be removed so that I don’t live in fear of my own power, shrinking because I’m afraid other people will be insecure around me.

I pray for the opportunity to be shown my own fake nature so I can go to war against it. I win every war I’m brave enough to fight.

I’m ready for the great ungagging, even though I know it’s going to be much, much more intense than I assume.

I am moving forward into a new me, and once a year I offer you the ability to come along.

It’s going to involve you adapting to include sacred, epic social media to your online presence.
It’s going to involve the story, YOUR STORY, you don’t want to talk about,
and for some it’s going to involve not silencing your message with binge eating, because you’ll be way more confident when you’re feeling hotter than you’ve ever felt before.

I’m going to get you hot.

I’m going to get you confident.

And I’m going to engineer you for fame.

I know exactly what I’m going to do in the container, but I’ve never launched this before so there is a very big chance I’m going to severely overdeliver in the next ten emails and be like FUCK when it’s over. LFG.

If this is a yes for you, you’ll start with the 20 minute masterclass.

Not a video person? We’re doing video this year, so I want to get you prepped on video. If video lessons are a hard no, stay where you are. Maybe next year you’ll try something new.