Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed of all of the most amazing things.

She dreamed about dancing, falling in love, creating beautiful art, helping people, teaching, being around music and being uplifted every single day.

But there were other forces at play. There were people in her world who thought she’d be better kept safe. Away from danger. Away from being seen as ‘different’. **Gasp**

She WAS different, you see. Anyone looking at her knew it. She was always smiling, laughing and making everyone join in with her!

She was in love with life.

But the elders had other ideas.

They shipped her off to learn how to be an adult.

She had to do hard work that she hated. She had to constantly be told what do and when.

When to eat, even! Can you imagine?!

She was miserable. She understood that he elders thought that getting an education and learning the ropes would be important, but, for her, it was killing her soul.

She longed for fun. For dancing. For writing. For being on stage and performing. She thought that had since passed her.

She longed to get back to where things were simple and she could share what was in her heart.

Deep in her soul. Using all of the things she loved doing and make it all work.

She dreamed that this would make her life so rich. Money. Love – all of the love. The epic kind of love that even after 15 years of being someone, you still can’t keep your hands off each others.

She reamed of making her own money, doing what she loved and LOTS OF IT.

But the people out there upon learning about this, said she was crazy. Delusional. That if she did that, she’d turn into a frog or something. That it was dangerous.

It. Would. Never. Work. You can’t go and do that, you’ll cause shame to our family. It’s just not safe out there.

You can’t do that, you’ll make a fool of yourself – and of us.

Who do you think you are? What makes you so special? Is working beneath you? Is doing an honest days hard work for someone beneath you?

You’re not even that pretty. You’ve got a good face for milking cows.

Eventually, she managed to get out of The School For Becoming A Responsible Adult and had all this noise in her head. It went around and around. All of things that the elders and peers had said to her over time

So she went and got a ‘normal’ job. Honouring the family.

Not rocking the boat.

In her heart, deep inside she’d imagine herself dancing, singing, performing, writing, drawing, painting, healing others and doing all that she really wanted.

But eventually she just stopped dreaming. It was too painful. It could never happen. It wasn’t to be.

By the time she got older, she started to realise that actually maybe she could do this. Yes, she could.

So she started plotting and planning. Preparing and packing.

And she left.

She moved to a place that was particularly forward thinking. Open minded. Excited about what she wanted to do.

There were no tales of ‘you can’t do that here” or “don’t mention that, you’ll be burned at the stake”…

Open.

Accommodating.

Lovely.

This woman flourished.

She became the healer, the teachers, the wise woman, the coach, the guide, the mentor, the priestess – over time, when she felt like she was finally READY – like…

READYYYYYYYYY

She claimed the crown. HER crown.

The people insisted that it was hers. That it always had been.

They’d just been waiting for her to realise it.

And so she took the crown and placed it on her head.

Straightened her shoulders.

Posture aligned.

And she addressed her people with such grace and poise.

They saw the shift INSTANTLY and they all agreed that she was born for it.

Born for this.

If you were to go and visit this Queen, you’d see her dancing, singing, painting, writing, helping, nurturing, leading and doing her souls’ work.

Her handsome husband and her beautiful children laughing and playing.

She created her destiny, despite the odds.

You can create yours, too.

The Queen Code.

Re-pattern history and create your limitless life and business.

Join it now. Claim your crown.

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The End.

PS. Yes, they all lived happily ever after.