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Scale Your Impact

{SYI} Make ‘Em Sit Up & Beg for More (Part 1 of 3)

An Invitation For Deepening...

Once you complete your session, you might desire to drop in with the Audio Visualizers as you journal and integrate your session. You might desire to copy/paste any Eros & Excavation Writing Prompts {into ie: Notion} or handwrite them out in your journal.

Wild One,

There's a reason some people can enter a room, make all heads turn, and make complete strangers walk into walls.

And there's a reason that other people... can't.

Except, it's not that they can't though... It's that they don't know HOW.

The reason some people just seem to "have it" and some don't comes down to FREQUENCY.

Stay with me here because this is about to get good.

Let's say you're sitting in a coffee shop and this dude walks in.

He's fine with a capital F and an iiiiiiiiine at the end.

But he seems to be... scattered and has a kind of weird vibe you can't put your finger on.

And without so much as a second glance, you {and everyone else} go back to what you were doing and pay him absolutely no mind.

Did I mention he was Fiiiiiiiine?

Doesn't matter.

Yes, I know... it's the thing that people THINK matters.

But it doesn't.

Not for this.

People have told me they can't get on stage and do what I do because they don't have the looks, the body, the confidence, the hair, the ass, the WHATEVER it is they think they need before they can fully step into the level of global Preeminence and Turn On they desire.

But, it's not about that. {Please believe.}

OK, second scenario.

You're still in Starbucks, sipping your magical elixir of happiness in a cup {mmmmm, soy chai}.

And you look up because a dude walks in.

He's... decent looking. Nothing spectacular or to write home about.

Except, you can't take your eyes off of him.

He's radiating power and has a sense of being fully at home in his own skin.

Your heartbeat has quickened and your lips have parted and, what the hell? You just slid your knees open a few more inches.

Look at me, look at me.

He does.

Your eyes meet and BOOM, POW, BANG.

You're a goner.

...But he moves on, gets in line, and that's that.

What the hell just happened?


Gentleman #1 had what I call a FRAGMENTED FREQUENCY.

And Gentleman #2 had what I call a FUCK YES FREQUENCY.

Can you guess what the difference is and how it applies to the way you create and present your Genius to the world?

I'll reveal the answer for you tmrw, in Part 2.

Same bat time, same bat channel.

As always...

Here's to your untaming,

Nikka "Make "Em Walk into Walls" Karli