>> How to let go of fear of being judged & stop caring if you trigger people << 

Though it took awhile, I don’t mind anymore when people judge me or are triggered by my work! 

This is because I recognize that the only two spaces that we can get triggered by something/someone are: 

1. When there is something we are meant to do/have/be ourselves and it is shining a light on how we aren’t embodying it yet. 

(^ This one is very linked to jealousy + competition wounding!) 

2. When there is an unhealed space within us and this external trigger is there to bring it to the surface, so that it can be healed/released/surrendered to. 

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I recognize that, when I choose to not dilute or diminish myself and instead embody my radiant, fully expressed version, I am literally *being the invitation* for those around me to express entirely too! 

I also realize that, when I choose my “lower self” and hide out because of fear, I’m not only holding out on myself, but also on all those people whose lives I would have touched. 

Many of my client-relationships and friendships have begun with words to the effect of, “When we first met/I saw your posts, I felt massively triggered. When I reflected on it, I realized that it was because there was a part of me that was craving to express ______ too and I was shutting it down. Thank you so much!” 

(To be clear: I’m not referring to being an instigator, who intentionally pushes people’s buttons for the fun of it. What I am talking about is when the byproduct of you simply being you is shaking up people’s realities, which sometimes appears in their world as a trigger.) 

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Even knowing what I know, I still occasionally come up against fear of being judged. In those moments, I remind myself that I am simply being the invitation and their judgements/triggers have nothing to do with me. 

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When fear of judgement comes up in your world, I invite you to ask this question: 

"How many places have you allowed your fear of judgement be greater than the possibility of being an inspiration?" ? 
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I’m curious if this has shown up in your life… 

Have you judged yourself for being the one who triggers others, only to recognize that you were actually providing a service to their higher selves? 

Have there been times where you’ve felt triggers arise on your end, only to realize that they were actually in support of your evolution? 

Both? 

I’d love to hear your stories below!

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Our triggers and our judgments are some of our greatest teachers... 

They arise to illuminate the parts 
of us that are yearning to shift, 
grow, expand, be let go of, 
or be embodied. 

A mirror for how you’ve been showing or not showing up... 

A reminder of a deep part 
of you longing to come forth... 

An invitation to use your voice 
and stand in your truths… 

A remembering of what once 
was and what is to unfold… 

It is no accident certain things trigger you, dearest. And, if you are willing to lean into it, there is much medicine awaiting! ✨ 
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I speak on this topic often and dive deep into the work with my clients...but in reading The Book of SHE last night, an amazing exercise to put it into tangible form stood out: 

“Write down all the ways in which you’ve judged people in the last week and notice how it also translates into how you’ve been showing up.” 

(I would add to this, any common themes of judgment that arise for you, even if they haven’t necessarily come up this week. 

I also invite you to look at the themes, as opposed to the specific actions... 

Example: You feel triggered when witnessing a friend not upholding a boundary. It’s an area that you are actually quite clear on, but wavering boundaries is a theme that pops up in your life constantly and this trigger was meant to illuminate that misalignment.) 

I’d love to hear below how this exercise pans out for you! I know it was a powerful one for me...

And so she danced; 
hips undulating, 
feet meeting the earth, 
to the beat of her heart. 

And so she sang; 
soul song resonating 
within her being 
and filling the space 
around her. 

And so she rooted; 
sinking in deep, 
womb connected to 
earth mama’s magic. 

And so she rose; 
standing tall, 
eyes gazing 
into the cosmos. 

And so she roared; 
voice reverberating, 
truths echoing 
through the chasms. 

And so she grieved; 
feeling the pain 
of herself and 
her sisters 
and this earth, 
welcoming it in, 
and transmuting it 
into its higher purpose. 

And so she loved; 
heart open, 
receiving and giving, 
sinking into the oneness. 

And so she remembered; 
truths of old, messages 
of futures past, 
the callings 
and codes. 

A n d 
s o 
i t 

w a s 

A n d 
s o 
i t 
i s 

A n d 
s o 
i t 
w i l l 
B E

An open letter to the person who reported my post on Facebook: 

Dear person, 

I’ll admit, 
when I first 
saw the notification 
that my post had been 
removed, I was frustrated. 

Frustrated… 

that this post - which inspired so many 
people to reach out to me, because it 
touched them deeply - would no 
longer be able to touch 
more lives. 

that I now have 
someone in my field 
who is not in support of 
my work and that I have 
no way to dialogue with you 
about it or remove you from my page. 

that so many people would still rather 
lash out at another, instead of 
doing their own work. 

that my expression was 
hindered, simply because 
the human body triggers you. 

that this is still an issue in society at all. 

that breastfeeding mothers are 
criticized, young women are 
sent home from school 
for being a distraction, 
and little girls enter 
a world where they 
are viewed as 
an object. 

that nudity is seen as wrong and 
the human form diminished; 
nakedness made impure. 

that there’s a whole other layer in 
which women don’t have the 
rights to their own sexuality, 
to express it freely 
and embody it. 

And then I felt compassion, 
when I realized how much 
you must be hurting… 

That maybe, just maybe, someone 
told you that your body was bad 
or wrong. That you should hide 
it and be ashamed of it... 
and you believed them. 

That seeing a nude form and being 
so pained that you can’t let a 
photo of it exist in the world, 
may just be how you feel 
when you look down 
at your own 
nakedness. 

That your 
own body likely 
receives so much 
judgement, for it reach 
the point where it bubbles 
out into the world and into 
other peoples’ realities. 

That maybe no one 
told you it was possible 
to the work within yourself 
and you don’t have those tools yet. 

I see you. 

I feel you. 

I know it hurts. 

And there IS a better way. 

Our triggers are our teachers 
and there is a valuable 
lesson for you 
in this one. 

There is so much 
more available for you... 

If you’re ready to dive into this space 
of possibility, I invite you to message 
me (or someone else you resonate 
with more), to really examine this. 

And, if not, that’s okay too… 

I just ask that you please unfollow 
/unfriend me on here, so that 
we can both keep living our 
chosen lives. 

Sending love, 

Andrea 

UPDATE: Exciting news!!! 🔥🌸🌙💫 The post has been restored! I'm not sure if it had anything to do with this letter (or how that could even work), but either way, I'm thrilled.

△ N A K E D N E S S △ 

From the moment I arrived onto this earth, 
I was told that my purest form 
- n a k e d n e s s - 
was wrong. 

That the 
freedom I 
craved from 
the time I was 
a little girl - when 
the sun basked on 
A L L my skin and the 
cool waters embraced 
my E N T I R E body - 
was inappropriate. 

“PRIVATE PARTS” 
they’re called… 

And no one 
else should 
view them. 

The unseen. 

The hidden. 

(For some, these 
spaces remain 
unknown, even 
to themselves.) 

Shame was programmed into my body 
and beliefs etched into my skin: 

◮ men will not respect you 
unless you are modest 

◮ a woman’s purity depends on her virginity 

◮ pleasuring yourself is embarrassing 
(at the very best it’s taboo and 
at the worst it’s a sin) 

◮ no man will buy the cow, 
if he’s already had the milk for free 

Through taking on these beliefs as my own, I shut down my body. 

My breasts were 
bound by shame. 

My hips were weighted 
down by the heaviness of 
the repressed feminine collective. 

My yoni was dammed 
by the hymen of religiosity. 

I oscillated back and forth 
between desire and shame. 

Sovereignty and property. 

Until…one day, 
I removed the cloaks 
of feminine suppression, 
embracing my nakedness once more. 

Giving my body permission to 
move freely through the world. 

Not for a man’s viewing pleasure, 
but for M Y S E L F - so that she may 
be free *and* invite sisters to do the same.

BE the invitation, loves. 

Sometimes, it’s as simple as that... 

You being an 
EMBODIED INVITATION 
for another to: 

△ transform 
△ remember 
△ heal 
△ grow 
△ process 
△ release 

etc. 

No words need to be spoken. 

No opinions voiced. 

No requests made. 

S I M P L Y 

Y O U 

B E I N G 

Y O U 

IS 

ENOUGH 

✨

Last night, I stood on the highest peak of an uninhabited island in the Aegean sea. I yelled and cried and orgasmed through my feelings. Witnessed solely by the sun and the sea. 

As I climbed up the steep rocks, 
tears streamed down my face 
and I gathered sticks and 
shells and flowers, to create 
an offering. An alter to whatever 
goddess may still inhabit the land… 

There was a point where I didn’t see a way to go any higher, but then four goats appeared on the rocks above me and I trusted their hidden path. 

When I made it to the top, I was filled with a deep sense of accomplishment for persevering. It was mixed with the sadness I carried. 

I found a hidden space between 
tall rocks and created a small alter, 
asking for wisdom and guidance, 
singing my prayers for a sign. 

A looked down off the cliff’s edge 
and a hawk soared far below me. 

A messenger of decisive action, 
leadership, and inner guidance. 

The representative of the soul 
and guardian of the earth. 

I picked up the heaviest stone I could lift, embedding it with my fears and throwing it off the cliff edge. I thought back to a long ago conversation with Michael Hrostoski about the power of working with stones. 

I then laid down upon a rock and bared my yoni to the sun, transmuting pain into pleasure. Feeling the freedom of expressing completely in this open, yet unseen, place. 

As the sun was setting and the crescent moon was rising, I made my way back down the mountainside, to the place where earth meets water. 

My clothes had dried on the journey, 
yet the sea held the only 
path back to the boat. 

So I dove back into the her, 
letting her surround 
and cleanse me. 

Salty tears washed away by saltier water. 

Constriction washed away by expansiveness. 

Soothed by her embrace. 

Purified by her waters. 

_________________ 

I share all of this as a reminder that we are all on our journeys of processing and unfolding...and it doesn't make me or you or anyone less capable or worthy. 

...simply human. 

Even sitting in one of the purest seas, surrounded by magical beings; things can and very well may arise. 

Sometimes, these magical situations are actually the biggest revealers and catalysts. 

__________________ 

(Photo taken by Darya Haitoglou-Popova as I floated in the sea just hours before.)

One of the most valuable tools I’ve integrated from my “froach” (I really think that combo of friend + coach is going to catch on - ha!), Emily Utter is the simple, yet mighty method of: 

SPEAKING INTO 
WHATEVER IS 
HAPPENING 

That simple, loves. 

This could look like… 

Friend: “Hey, I feel that our friendship may have shifted after we had that miscommunication on _____ (e.g. timing). Have you felt that too?” 

Potential Client: “It seems we may have lost our connection there after the ______ (e.g. money investment) piece was discussed. What, if anything, came up for you there?” 

Partner: “Darling, I noticed that we agreed to make ____ (e.g. weekly dates) a priority and that hasn’t actually been happening. It feels sooo good when we do and I’d love to work together on that, so we can find a rhythm.” 

________ 

Sure, it may (or may not!) feel a bit awkward at first, but it feels so much cleaner than letting your observation take on a life/meaning of their own in your head. 

Have you ever tried this out? 
If so, I’d love to hear about it!

Today I was in a terrible mood, for no reason in particular. 

Grumbly. Grouchy. Sharp-tongued. 

Sure, I’ve been impacted by 
the eclipses, starstuff, 
& life stuff... 

But let’s be real; 
overall, my life is 
W O N D R O U S! ?? 

I tuned into my body and 
knew it wasn’t a lack 
of nourishment. 

I’ve been super nurtured 
lately and felt clearly that it 
wouldn’t actually serve to 
curl up in bed for the day. 

So... 

I made a choice to 
take aligned action. 
(Thank you inner masculine!) 

I adorned myself in clothes 
that felt flowy, feminine, 
and sensual. ? 

I left the house and 
came to a succulent cafe 
(pun intended). ? 

I put a song that inspires me on repeat. ? 

I wrote out pages and pages of all the aspects of life I’m feeling grateful for - the simple and the profound. ? 

I breathed deep, sipped on a tea, and became present in my body. ? 

I undulated my hips, rolled my body, and moving my arms; swaying freely. ??‍♀️ 

It only took about 20 minutes of this process to start feeling embodied once more.... 

Heart rate slowed. 

Shoulders relaxed. 

Smile blossomed. 

Now, I’m ready to show up presently for my clients, crafting out magic for them and myself. ✨ 

Yessss to CHOOSING to state change 
and the results it offers. 

How do you get back in sync, babes? I’d love to know what works for you!

WOMEN, PLEASE STOP MOVING THROUGH LIFE AS A WALKING, TALKING APOLOGY... 

You are a QUEEN, not a PARIAH! ✨ 

Every time I see a woman 

diminishing her worth & showing 

up as the human embodiment of 

“I’m sorry for existing… 

Please, please, don’t notice me.” 

my stomach drops and I simultaneously 

want to hug her, cry for her, & roar with her 

until she feels her true radiance & power. 

Even as you shrink your body, 
speak in a whisper, hide in the 
corner of every room you enter, 
& apologize simply for breathing… 

I SEE YOU. 

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H E A R 

M E 

N O W . . . 
. 

YOU, WOMAN, ARE THE 
MOTHER OF ALL THINGS 
. 

YOU, DAUGHTER, ARE 
THE DIVINE EMBODIED 
. 

YOU, SISTER, ARE STARDUST, 
MOONGLOW, & SUNSHINE 
. 

YOU, DRUID, CARRY THE 
WISDOM OF THE ANCIENTS 
. 

YOU, BELOVED, ARE 
REBORN, PURE, & WHOLE 
. 

YOU, MAMA, CARRY THE PORTAL 
OF LIFE BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS 
. 

YOU, DEAR ONE, ARE 
PRECIOUS BEYOND WORDS 
. 

YOU, ANGEL, ARE THE SHADOW 
OF THE NIGHT & THE LUMINOUS 
GLOW OF THE HEAVENS 
. 

YOU, PRIESTESS, ARE 
THE WELLSPRING OF 
PLEASURE, 
RADIANCE, 
& SENSUALITY 

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If you knew this to be true, not just in 
your MIND, but in your HEART, your 
WOMB, and your YONI… 
who would you BE? 
. 

How would you show up, 
both within yourself & in the world? 
. 

How would you WALK and 
TALK and SPEAK and MOVE? 
. 

What would be come available for you 
opened yourself up to all of this & more? 

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The time is now, beloveds… 
. 

Rise in your queendom! 

Know your worth! 

Honor your divinity! 

THE 
WORLD 
NEEDS 
YOU! 

Y o u 
n e e d 
y o u . . . 
? 

?: Hannah Thornhill

When you are ACTUALLY ready, it will happen… ? 

I hear so often (and am guilty of saying it myself), “I am ready for ______ (my life partner to come in, to finally release that thing I’ve been holding, to have the pleasure I desire, etc.) Why isn’t it happening NOW, since I am ready?!” 
. 

Well, loves, maybe you’re not 
actually quite ready for it yet... 
. 
Maybe you’re simply 

getting 

ready 

to 

be 

ready. 
. 

Maybe there are things at play that you aren’t even aware of, that need to get in alignment for that ______ to come in/manifest/unfold/be created/be received in your life. 

And maybe that’s all okay... 
. 
Does this mean stop taking committed action towards your desires, goals, and intentions? 

Of course not! 

Does this mean there is no power in declaring your readiness to the universe and yourself? 

Certainly not. 
. 

But does it mean that it could serve you to stop getting hung up on the belief that there is something wrong, because you are “so ready” and yet the thing hasn’t come in? 

Quite possibly! 
. 
My invitation is to see what becomes available when you choose to stop focusing on how ready you are and constantly 
wondering when it will come 

....and instead: 

start focusing on who you would be, what you would embody, and how you would show up in the world if you already had that thing. ✨ 
. 

Stop worrying about a timeline you can’t control and put all of that worry some energy into becoming a vibrational match for the thing(s) you desire. 
. 

Have you ever gotten caught up in a judgement loop of being “so ready” and wondering why it’s not happened yet?

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?: Rosie Rees