Are you a chameleon?

I always thought my success had to come from my own doing alone.

I always believed that the only way abundance, joy and love would come to me is if I did more:

work harder, longer hours,
connect with more « likeminded souls » so I could be entertained,
do everything to make people feel good, modify and change myself all over so that I could be loved more.

The chameleon lifestyle.
You tint by the colours of your environment.

This is wonderful news to the saboteur in us all.
She loooooves to measure all the temperatures and colours outside and quickly shift them so balance is achieved; to thereafter beat you hard when your colour keeps shifting back to your « ugly » own.

All the while this trick may work wonders for real chameleons in the jungle, it depletes the human who is yearning to be free.
Wildly free.

Now that I’m journeying around the world and assisting amazing human beings into a life that’s wilder than their dreams this truth here keeps hitting home that I’d like to share.
It would be highly counterproductive to keep taking the chameleon’s path.

1. a strong leader needs to be ok with the pain, their own and especially other’s. Pain and rough edges are a natural symptom of growth.
When a client is shifting through her own stories of distress, discomfort and discord she is actually expanding.
« Changing colours » immediately would completely rob her and myself of the power of the process as well as the beauty of true victory: elevating into a higher plane of love as a natural aftermath of pressure.

I often feel like a midwife in the process of journeying with a client: we both breathe and push together into birth and the peaks of oxytocin. It’s tremendously beautiful.

2. Making things about me and my success will always set me up for low vibes.
My client’s and my own most powerful breakthroughs came when I hold space from an elevated place in my heart.

We live at the centre of the huge orchestra of the universe. Our heart IS connected to it all: our dreams, our tribe, our experiences are all weaved together in the mass of the cosmos.

Nothing happens from our own doing alone: we congregate with the universe on everything that comes our way.
Whether it’s conscious or unconscious: the magic starts when all the instruments tune in together to create a mindblowing symphony. What a pity it would be for a sax to feel bad and attempt being a steeldrum, right!?

We owe it to our power within to vibrate at our very unique tone. Sing baby!

3. Toning down my voice, my needs, my gifts in hope of gaining greater love from my loved ones (including family) and clients is a miss most of the time.

You can’t please everyone.
You can’t work with everyone.
You can’t save others before saving yourself.
Your family and friends may never understand what you’re doing and it’s not fair to leave your decisions into success up to them.

The world out there needs you. Seeking immediate validation from all angles will destroy your business as well as your love for life ultimately.
Be brave to grow into your own wise mother and father.
Be bold to show up for those who need to hear you out.
Be fierce when it comes to speaking up on truth, yes even if it’s ugly!
Dare to say no to clients!

It’s the real you, the wise real deal who will sell your programs out! Not the desperate run amok craze!

Your partner, your friends and family might never get you: love them anyway! If they honestly care they will care more about your inner joy and genuine happiness than « what you put out there ». Dare to have conversations that stir up and propel more love. Dare to draw limits and boundaries!

4. MF’in elevate like never before!
It’s a treacherous path to walk where nobody walked before you: you got this!
Keep going, keep shifting, keep doing the biggest challenge first, keep believing.

Success never comes planned: it will always surprise you in the lurky corners.
Be courageous to slay through the wild.
Bring your wolves with you.
Create connections that support your journey.
Ask for help.
Offer someone a hand.

Us wild women thump for heartfelt connections: there’s tons of us out there. Howl louder!

Remember the stars you’re made of!
Ignite your gold!
You matter!


You get to be IT – will you dare to?



Oh the joys of JOYS I’m feeling today!!!

I never knew how TRULY I was born to do what I do until I started to work with my dream clients.

I never grasped the size of my IMPACT on people, until I started to magnetise those amazing beings who are bold and true and daring enough to defy their own BS, fears and all the rubbish we got told was ours, until my own clients dropped it all and started to rise out of the ashes.

I never understood the ways I could PROPEL real transformation until those same women and men I am head over heels for would say they feel like they are a different person altogether, sometimes only after 1 single session.

I never even experienced the SWELLING of my heart and the joy that thrilled my whole body until the victory of a client rings through the call with a roar, or a message or an email and we both get to celebrate her so much I would shed a tear or two.

Wow, if there is a way to name the PLEASURE we feel when another takes pleasure… I have harnessed that ability today especially!

Today I created so much magic with two amazing women.
Today I shifted so much in my being around success.
Today I received and received and received.
Today and everyday, this is a new reality of mine.

I am a powerful being
I attract powerful beings in my life, ALL THE TIME!!!!
I am a creator, I am a magic weaver, I am a healer, I am a catalyst.
I am a magnet for success and love.
I am beautiful and radiant.

I am elated.
I am soooo on purpose!

I looked back today:

A year ago I started to own up to a new possibility.
9 months ago I decided it was time to change.
6 months ago I left my dance teaching career in London and launched my new business adventure.
5 months ago I was about to step onto the plane to my first world trip destination.
3 months ago I made my first considerable sale.
2 months ago I had my first 1K day.
1 month ago I launched my first ever live webinar on Sex Magic.

2 weeks ago I felt like I died energetically
My bank account completely drained,
I cried live on a video about my shame and my embarrassment, I thought everything was going to end here & would need to go back home and give up my dream.
I was lost.
I hated my marketing.
I hated my business.
I just didn’t FEEL IT.
I had started to hate myself again, fall back into my old ways.

It all revealed itself:

I just had fallen out of love’s embrace.
I stopped trusting.
I started to make things about me, rather than see them for what they were:

Signs of being catapulted onto a new level.
My old self had to die.
She had to expose herself.
She had to see that she was outdated and no longer fitted the purpose!
I felt the pain, I birthed the death self out, and gone she was!

And within 48hrs:

A friend deposited a gift of $500.
40 new friend requests.
Friends as well as strangers from all over the world reached out and opened my eyes anew:
they’ve been watching me, they’ve been noticing me.
They’ve been connected to me. Sometimes silently, until THIS VERY DAY!
And then, I found my dream coach who I will be up-levelling more with. A woman with a deep soul who KNOWS!
I connected to my heart mission again.
I decided I would make it all about love again.
I fell in love with making it about love first and foremost.

Last week I taught another sex magic class.
70 women connected with me in person.
25 jumped on the live call.
Over 30 women watched the replay.
It hit a huge success! Women were inquiring, asking, sharing, expressing, crying, joyfully celebrating this beautiful connection to loving their body, their being, their LIFE!

I started to host my coaching calls again.
This time around with a whole new set of women and men.
Phenomenal transformations like never before!

I’m up-levelling more and more.
Bali on Sunday will be bringing new elevations, I can sense it in every BONE of mine, every single CELL!

I know this is the REAL DEAL!
I know I’m on the right path!
I just KNOW, and I HAD to commit.
Leave the past.
Burn the bridges.

I learnt that I AM the safety net.
I AM the goddess.
I AM the catalyst.
I AM the one propelling people into levels of LOVE they never knew existed.
I AM the one who will be revolutionising the marketing plane with a whole new set of gears!

And it’s all about LOVE!

When you fall so fiercely and madly in love with your life, with yourself, with everything you create from the roots up, there just is NO other thing you’ll ever need.

YOU get to be IT!
You already are!

Hold your heart.
Hold your yoni.
Breathe in, contract & hold.
Now exhale slowly and fully, relaaaaaaaaax!

Your heart’s been waiting for you.
All this time, you’ve been looking out… for YOU!

Welcome home.

The RAW truth – behind the scenes of an uprising female entrepreneur

(What no entrepreneur owns up to, unless they’ve made the gold
& How and why I’ve been chickening out of my real size too…)


So this morning I had a beautiful share with a beloved being about all kinds of things and the conversation propelled a huge realisation in my mind.


All this time, in the past few weeks I had been playing damn small.
So small, that I stopped creating regular content.
I had stopped to do videos on my social media.
I had gotten myself into this safe space, but it was so small and contained that I had not even noticed it.


And so, I’m writing this blog as a massive apology to you, who have been following me as a leader and visionary, who I feel I betrayed.
But especially to my soul, because I had actually started to move away from my committed path:
showing and speaking the truth, yes!
the REAL truth…. not just the one that is in consumable bite sizes!


And I had to call myself out on my own BS.



My beloved said, well do what feels right.
But I could tell, that “doing what feels right!” was actually leading me astray!

It was leading me down the road of waiting “for the right moment2, you know, the one where you “have it all figured out and digested”.


And here’s what happens when you believe that thought.
It’s so tiny and almost imperceptible (especially because it actually serves the lower mind to be in power of winning).
Wow… and it had passed me by ALL THIS FUCKING TIME!!!
I was about to go down the “safe path!” again and CHICKEN THE FUCK OUT of showing who I really am!!!


So I said, fuck that!



I am going to stand rooted in my grounds and display who I am,
especially the ugly stuff that’s been going on my mind lately.


So here are the things that I thought were going to destroy me, my reputation, my integrity, my face, my everything!
And deep down, I knew I had to step up to the game.
Yes Yes Yes!


And I feel sick to the core to admit this, but I will regardless, because I really believe that we need to be able to break sometimes to break open wider!
To get to the mud, into the ruts of it and display our struggle as much as our gold!


Here are the chicken-stories:


– admitting that I’m not making 10K+ a month will lower my credibility and reputation as a coach
– I keep running out of cash and I have to hide it, because it makes me look like a victim
– I’ve been couchsurfing, sharing people’s homes, wandering from place to place and it’s “not right” to do it this way
– I am highly sensitive to people’s energies and it makes me “anti-social” or “incapacitated” as a human being
– I should keep my sexual adventures and experiences to myself, because it’s nobody’s business
– my marketing is outwardly “bold AF” and “in your face” because nobody fucking listens otherwise, even though it doesn’t feel like it’s the true “Lisy”
– I’m not excited about taking selfies in front of big monuments and do a sight-seeing sprint: it disgusts me, in fact! but OMG I can’t say that, because people think that what I should be doing: take advantage of being in “amazing places” to do “amazing things”: in truth I’ve been indoors a lot working through my next launches and clearing/tuning into myself, because the city lifestyle plays massive havoc on my system
– If people don’t pay me, they’re not real clients and so I shouldn’t claim their success rates with the public
– going public with manifested gifts and value is “nothing” because “nobody gives a shit, if it’s not real cash”


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So basically…. all these stories created a massive plug in my energy field and I just needed to pull the plug and remind myself to go TO TOWN in terms of owning my own teachings: show the raw truth!
And thereafter to realise how fake these stories were in comparison to the REAL SIZE I can take in the world!

so, the reality-check 1on1:


+ what about OWNING IT ALL?! (yes both light AND dark!)
+what about the BIG ASS WHY behind creating a platform that transforms & transcends empowerment for every being on the planet (see the FGM section below)
+what about my INTUITION SUPERPOWERS that have led me to the most soul-fueled experiences and knowings, synchronicity and everything magic so far?
+ what about all the connections, friendships and partnerships I created along this 4 month trip so far?
+ what about the 13K’s worth of value I manifested in accomodation, food and countless gifts I never needed to pay for?
+ what about the ripples of change I propelled in the 40 people I coached and supported in the past 6 months? messaging me weekly and daily about their small victories and success stories?
+ what about all the ways I kept in-check with my boundaries, owning my body and my sovereignty to ONLY make love to lovers and spending time with people I felt the FULLBODY FUCK YES for. All the times I removed myself from or dismantled situations that felt out of integrity for me, without blinking ONCE! (yes even if it came to the situation of lying completely naked in bed and speak up that I don’t desire to make love and to have it respected!)
+ what about the courage I’ve propelled in myself by just jumping into the unknown of the world with 500£ in my account? doing things I never thought I would do (such as climb down a 30m waterfall in the Blue Mountains!)
+ what about  the lessons and tales I’ve picked up on my journey to learn about who I am in the world: discovering that I am a leader from the heart, with power, sovereignty and integrity with my values
+ what about the truths that I’ve spoken about so far, despite the risk of being judged, scrutinised, criticised or shamed for (abortion, rape, sexual liberation, sex magic, orgasms, and all things taboo that holds human beings down and disempowered!)
+ what about ALL the leaps of success I do every single day that nobody sees? no will ever see?


perspective kauai
I dare you to dare!!!

Dare the haters to come up to you and throw you down!

Dare the fears to come and haunt you back into your little place to hide!

Dare the ones who say they have big dreams but never do shit to get dirty &
grind up the muddy hills!

Dare the ones who create and hide their raw art in the bottom drawer to bring it out &
show it to the world!

Dare the silent ones to step bigger than ever, speak louder than ever!

Dare to challenge yourself to do what scares TF out of you &
do it first thing in the day!

Yes, dare to be on the other side of fear saying:
thank you, but I’m going this way now!

Dare to reveal your long-held secrets,
step up to the platform with a fierce & bold heart!


Remember why you are here!
Remember there’s somebody out there who needs you to speak up!
Remember why you need to make those millions!


This world runs on money & money is a fucking divine joker if you know HOW to put it into action!
It may not buy your health back when it’s gone, but it sure can save people’s lives, offer shelter, support, resources and all other extensions of love for those who need it.


I needed to remember WHY I NEED TO STOP HIDING!


My desire is for every single woman and man on the planet to be the sovereign owner of of their own body, their voice, their dreams, their sexuality and pleasure: to live a life they really desire and that fulfils them and their loved ones to the brim!


I remembered the documentary on FGM (female sexual mutilation) I saw years ago and how it shook me to the core:
this atrocity is a reality; such as many other heart-breaking things are in the world.
It’s so fucking messed up: women have their beautiful parts stripped off them because SOMEBODY decides their body is shameful!
That it’s dirty!
And more, that feeling pleasure is a sin and that they therefore need to suffer for the rest of their lives giving painful births and excruciatingly agonising lives with shitty or non-existent sexuality (the space that allows for so much healing in the first place, right!?)


WHO DECIDES?! God damn!



This shook me so much, because not only did I understand the depth of this injustice.
It revealed my own power to me!


I just couldn’t go grinding the dance teacher job anymore, barely getting by and not being able to put savings on the side!
Deep down there are people who are being crushed by the system who need someone from the western world to reach their hand!


WE HAVE NO IDEA about the power we truly own in the West!


You see the system is so smart, it makes you forget about what’s going on the world.
It’s so easy to get entangled into your own little life, trying to get from month to month, falling into the slumber of the western grind. It’s like a slavery system that makes people run like mad hamsters who never get off the wheel.


So I had to come to the other side, living on the edge to realise the self-fulfilling madness prophecy I almost ran into too.
Believing that there’s nothing I could truly change.


Because that’s what it gets down to: we believe there is “nothing” we can do; because there’s hardly anything we can do to take ownership of our own time, money, energy and family-connections.
The western grind makes you fall asleep to your own power.


And so I faced this situation these past few weeks, where I thought I was going mad:
one of my close friends called me out, some family members called me out from their side:
what the heck was I doing? living off the system? talking about making millions? and orgasms? and running out of cash?!


come back into the safe cage!!!
it’s golden!
it’s pretty!



cage child

So as a free bird flying wild in paradise, here I am taking the leaps of faith I never thought I would!
I’m doing it for a cause!
And it’s much bigger than me!


I’m having to shed my beliefs around EVERY thing: money, relationships, wealth, success, human connection, emotional drama, all kinds of drama.
I’m having to stand fierce as a true Panther hissing and knarling at those who enter my field to place bombs: it’s flipping sacred lands down here!
And nobody gets to enter and throw my trees down!


As much as I had to birth the courage to say NO on that day I took the abortion: it was coming from a place of protection for my future child: I’m NOT allowing for us to go down the grind, to be abandoned, to feel like a burden, I am NOT going through pregnancy (the most beautiful and stunning space a woman can find herself) emitting emotional despair vibrations into my baby. I am NOT allowing anybody to decide how messed up my life will be or won’t be. I will NOT give in to the temporary validation over the long-term repercussion. Especially, if I have the choice as a Western woman.


And what happened:
I got to say HEAVEN YES to all the things that mean the real deal to me, and I get to say YES to impacting women on a large scale!
I get to live my life in harmony with myself, taking care of myself (my time, my energy, my money, my dreams) and I will sure the heck teach other women how to do the same!


I believe in the freedom and the power of love we can propel in the world.
We are such amazing beings!


I can see the power of owning up to my shit, ALL OF IT, now!
When there is a greater cause at action, the universe moves mountains for you.
I know I will succeed.
Alone by writing this blog post and sharing my video on facebook, I am already miles ahead of the sayers who don’t slay.


We can take the leap.
We can decide!

I am nobody to decide.
But YOU are!


When I saw other sisters around me succeed.
Make money.
Make tons of it!
And do it by propelling and supporting other women who in their turn were doing the same for EVERY person they touch!
I KNEW that I was onto something.


I just COULDN’T go back to my mediocre life anymore!
Spirit lifted me off the grounds of the “moist selfish needs” to never return back there.
I vowed I would never return there and I would help everyone who wants to reach for the heights of colours.


And so the Soul-Drone took me on a butterfly flight:
where flowers blossom at their own pace, in divine time, beneath the sunny warm skies.
A full field of spring flowers, colourful, radiant, dancing in the wind.
Luscious abundance I could barely see from below now made complete sense.


This is what we came her for.
All the birds are whispering.
The web of information is buzzing.
All the bees are humming.


It’s time to shed the fears.
It’s time to claim our fierce nature within.
It’s time.
It’s just time.


I am nobody to decide.
But you ARE!
And when you do, come say hi!


Lisy Panther



Narcissistic Dismantling

empaths won’t like this but should read it anyway – stop calling narcissists out

I recently had a chat with a dear one about narcissism and the pain he was going through with the realisation that he may be a narcissist. Someone must have pointed it out to him, possibly with a hostile demeanor. So now he’s fighting this inner demon that was laying dormant for all his life, and is starting to understand the impact it had on his life all this time, especially in relationships.

And right there it doomed to me that I had never witnessed this perspective from that up close.

Have you ever wondered about how a narcissist may perceive being pointed fingers at?

Well, never had I!

And I started to understand how incredibly unfair and downgrading this would be for anyone to have to carry.

When you google narcissistic behaviour most of the copy that shows up clearly puts narcissists in the enemy field and the empaths are on the good side.

Never did it occur to me this could be viewed differently:

me too, I had been convinced by the crowd for most of my aware time.

I had shamed and blamed my ex for years on end, with ruthlessness: he’s selfish, he doesn’t really care, understand, he’s emotionally unavailable, distant, disconnected, a bully, a tyran…

That’s the beast that lies dormant in an empath: when we don’t get our love the way we want it, we turn into very smart distortors of reality: we go deep AF into the manipulation game, most of the time we play this game to convince ourselves of being the good person after all, we have been victimised and it gives us some kind of power to abuse the perpetrator in return.

Holy Guacamole…. I can’t believe I just wrote this!

At the expense of being bashed by all the empaths in the world: I actually don’t care, you see.

It doesn’t make any abusive behaviour you experienced by narcissists right.

I’m not taking sides!

What I’m exposing here is a bit of the terrible truth most of us deny ourselves from (including me for a very long time).

Also, I’m not going into the physically abusive patterns, because that’s a whole other ball game (even if I believe that what I’m about to share could be the bottom line to that extreme outcome)


What if Ns were here to help you create stronger boundaries, that you never knew about until they stepped over them?

What if Ns are to fuel the greater power in you, by inviting you to speak your truth, no matter what! To showcase your true needs and intentions, even if you feel deep down you don’t deserve them?

What if Ns are serving you tough love by displaying all the ways you are forfeiting your own capacity, potential and ability (especially the one to walk away or remove yourself from destructive situations)?

What if Ns are themselves desperately seeking love and approval, but got lost looking in the empty corners?

What if Ns were once victims before, perpetrated, abused, disappointed, abandoned, neglected over and over again;

so much so, that the only option out of this excruciating pain was to develop a very intelligent defense system that is uncrackable for any emotion to sicker through?

You see, from my experience Ns lived in highly triggering environments: it’s something they had to cope with so often, that it became a norm to manipulate and go over all the red flags to receive some form of love. Now, even if they numbed out emotion altogether, it actually catches back up with them, because no human being can live without love.

Did we all just get lost in the blame jungle?

It’s so easy to blame

So easy to judge

So easy to find the culprit who can take up for all our shit we never wanted to see, because deep down, us empaths are desperately seeking to be saved, rescued and hidden away from the awful reality:

we are just as messed up as the narcissists when it comes to fighting for the golden grahl of love!

Yes we are.

We allow ourselves to be flakey and wishiwashey so we don’t have to take responsibility and action for our dreams.

We waver with our opinion everytime we feel a slight hinge of disapproval (even if it isn’t real, but the reality of our mind takes over).

We have desires but are to clenched up to ask for what we really want (maybe we’re afraid to be called out? Most of the time though, I feel we just believe that we don’t really deserve to receive all the way, especially not on a big scale)

We secretly hope that someone else will come, read our minds and save our world, because we feel so powerless at the big wide & cruel land out there! Rescue me, I’m a Princess syndrome…

We tie the narcissists down by pleasing and smothering them with love and lushness, we trick them into our mummy laps, to make sure they will never leave us.

We take care of them and give them all we can (and CAN‘T give) and then… when we don’t get the attention and love we so desperately need (because we poured it all away to everything and everyone) we smack them back with blame and shame and emotional withdrawal.

Often we just didn’t read the signs properly: they never promised us flowers in the first place, but we expected diamonds!

We do everything to mask our true feelings, our pain and sorrow. We much prefer to get busy healing and fixing others. And we spend so much time and money on quick fixes that entertain us rather than solve the problems at the root (psychics, watching youtube self help videos that comfort our empathic views, restaurant dinners with friends to „feed away“ our drama, courses and workshops for successful relationships, chocolate and wine – tons of it)

Only, speaking for myself, I don’t think I really „loved“ the guy I was with (I had experienced what devoted love was, because I had been in an amazing relationship before him, so I knew the blue print of balance in giving and receiving). Yet, I was to cowardice to admit it: I rather held on than to be a „bad person leaving him“, rather gripped every inch of him than to admit I was unhappy and that we may not be a healthy match, much rather hijacked all his attention away from his dreams and desires of success, than take empowered action to fuel my own dreams (that actually scared TF out of me).

The list goes on.

Ladies and Gentlemen:

Welcome to the ring of codependency!

Here are the rules:

let’s tie each other over and over in the name of love, and as soon as we don’t receive what we want, we pull the ropes tighter and tighter until we bleed our inner children’s hearts out.

And if we ever decide to finally remove ourselves of this toxic circle, half of us hit the elastic of the ring and go boxing for another thousand of rounds, because the fear of being out there, off the limelights that numb the pain with righteousness, could be too uncontrollable.

So let’s keep fighting and bleeding each other out.

(please take my sarcasm lightly)

Now, isn’t it wild that we both were seeking love and acceptance in the first place?

And we both actually need help doing so.

There are no victims.

There are no perpetrators.

There’s no rescuer even.

We just learned how to ask for love in all the dishonest ways: from our parents, our friends, our surroundings, even from movies!

I wrote this to light up the pathway out of this crazy vicious labyrinth:

We all deserve love.

Especially if we need to lick our wounds from our past that keeps putting our own hands into this wild wrestling.

Slow down.

Remove the hands.

Breathe and feel:

your pain can be your catharsis.

Get help if you need, allow yourself to be humbled by the love that has been coated under all your shields of defence metal.

It is not your role to take anybody’s pain!

We are all beings with a choice at the end of the day, we decide on our own growth and expansion in our own time.

Be gentle with yourself.

Be much more gentle with those who hurt you.

Be so gentle to walk away from what is causing you harm.

You may return later, but take time out now.

Go integrate your pain all the way first!

We’re divine beings, full of sovereignty!

Beneath the veils of these patterns there are human beings aching for connection and for acceptance.

And we’re so incredibly deserving of it all!


The night I entered a strip club

and what came to reveal itself is far beyond my imagination

So last night I found myself in a striptease club for the first time in my life.

I had received opportunities before to check it out, but never felt right about it.

Yesterday, it all fit in the flow of the events and to be honest, I told myself: if I am to powerfully communicate about sexuality and sensuality, I should know what the darkness feels like, too.

So there I was in this old savvy place, with nude young all dolled up girls walking around me and a handful of men.

I noticed there was an asian lady, too, from possibly hindu backgrounds, sitting next to a man whom, I purely assume, was her husband.

Her look was not truly delighted.

And I quickly realised, why it couldn’t be.

If she was at least as tuned into her heart as I was, it was rather obvious.

The first girl dancing on the pole had a very disconnected demeanor.

I could sense she was just totally checking out of her body, maybe she had been doing this for a long time.

From a conversation later I take that this was “just another night on the grind”.

One of the men in my group, started to become a little touchy feely with me, and I kindly pushed him off.

Some allure must have taken him, that if I had walked all the way here with them, there was some kind of “ok-ness” about being touched or desired.

It also somewhat placed me in a position of more vulnerability, truly, because overtly he didn’t feel he’d have to “pay me”, right.

Oh well. Wrong.

I have my boundaries on check point most of the time now, thankfully.

This being said, something interesting happened.

As much as I entered to be just a witness from afar, it looks like the universe had a different experience in store for me.

About a moment into the watching and noticing, I asked one of the other guys if he was feeling turned on by this.

No, not really he said.

So why do guys go hang out in there?

Married, frustrated, low vibes he said.

All the while observing carefully how the women were interacting with the men, both in my direct presence and further away.

Body language is a beautiful thing, it speaks without words.

We kept moving closer, and before I knew it, I was right upfront on the VIP seats near the stage area.

And then that the touchy-feely dude placed a couple of notes into my hands.


I didn’t ask for this!

Very uneasy at first, feeling like a perpetrator.

I eventually relaxed and became curious about this position, watching the men lavishly scanning the girls’ beautiful graceful erotic moves.

It was so weird: I had entered the club with the intention to be a witness and here was having the full-on experience in the seat of the usual customers.

One of the girls kept playing with me, and I sensed a lot of discomfort in my body receiving her attention.

I briefly clipped a note it onto their body wear.

Oops, this actually meant she was to give me more attention and there I sat being danced for.

Wow… I felt like I was raping the girl’s sovereignty by offering her money for this volatile visual exchange.

And this moved me to the core, truly.

A few moments down the line I saw in her eyes, that the discomfort I felt, must have been three times worse when she needed to offer her body up to the men’s objectifying attention.

I sensed that having me there, instead of a grimy dude could also be a comfort for her: so I blasted my sisterhood love on her intuitively. I let her play, knowing that I wasn’t perpertrating her no more, I was simply holding space in a very strange way.

And then, everything hit home:

Everything lit up a fucking fakery show to me.

I felt like I was in the middle of a movie, and a part in me wanted to just become invisible so as not to touch any of the cards in the pile, just so I could see the truth behind the veils of the role plays in action.

Right in the middle of a shower: mixed emotions, mine and others’ started to rush right over me.

All revealed and bare suddenly:





















I suddenly saw both of the parties being caged up.

Held hostage by their own beliefs and self-fulfilling prophecies and experiences.

All the stories, all the thoughts, all the emotions.

Both the men and the strippers were going through the SAME stuff, even if on various levels of the game.

Some emotions were there, expressed in the non-said and some were well hidden below layers of righteousness and alluring power.

The strippers believing that the money they will earn will save them, that displaying and disconnecting from their bodies may be the only option they have to create abundance in their life.

Maybe also, the submissive attitude being the only way they can survive in this world, the only thing they can adopt in order to receive what they so wish for.

So much grace flowing in as well, surrendering to the ability their bodies have to move in a sensual and sexual way, having developed this incredible skill to flow with visual beauty and eroticness.

I truly honour their space, yet I can also feel the amount of disconnection that needs to happen in oder to let go of their body being their temple.

The amount of desperation in their eyes could not be hidden: to me, feeling the woman in them, I knew that something else was at action, a somewhat distorted inner force to “cope” and “get shit done” in a harsh and self-depleting way. Not to say that every stripper experienced this, but just tapping into the question that if they could do something else to earn the same amount of cash, they most likely would not be sacrificing themselves in this manner.

And I feel, that THAT truly is where the pain body arises and became so vivid to me when I was watching them: they don’t want to do this, yet they are locked down by their primal need for survival and the stories connected to this. There is a desperate scream for help in their whole beings: they want to be saved from these grabby glimpses, deteriorating their self-worth night by night. The shame and guilt they experience is also very obvious, especially when they press themselves hastily back into their tiny lingerie pieces after their performance. Quickly, when the job is done, they sweep their earned notes together, most of them found it hard to move around in heels that are way too high.

Then, briefly moving on to the next client to entertain: in eager hopes they can get that extra dough in a private room.

And for the men in there, those souls desperate to be seen and validated. Seeking love and connection, even if how they are seeking this, is rather far from reaching any of it.

Totally wasted, throwing the cash on the stage and into the girls’ panties. Supposedly they should feel powerful right?

So much uncertainty in their masculine: being visited by the girls and receiving interactions and glimpses from them, yet not knowing how to handle themselves.

Some completely infringing boundaries and smacking them on their bums with the notes: extrapolation of repressed aggression.

I believe that the men in that space yesterday were far more in pain than the girls, even if it isn’t as obvious, because their “power position” masks it away so smoothly.

Below the surface of fake power and dollar bills lies the unexpressed burn: they’re misunderstood, scalded, scorned, blamed and shamed males.

Let’s be clear: no man can feel truly wonderful and self-accepting about himself when in this space.

Having spent much time with empowered and dis-empowered men alike: they all agreed that watching porn, seeing prostitutes or visiting strip locations has dirty or guilt-tripping side notes.

A sensation of doing something “wrong” but incapacitated to refrain from it for the temporary validation of power highs to kick in, ridding themselves of excess sexual energy (as if it was something they need to offload).

And it’s so understanding when they have been so incredibly dis-empowered by what society and traditions expect from them: to be super heroes, to be wealthy, to take responsibility for other people’s shit and then please please please numb yourself, ok, get it on! Man up! Deal with it!

How could they ever feel loved or seen or supported this way, right?

They HAVE to disengage, they HAVE to become the perpetrators, they HAVE to abuse and rape in return because they haven’t been shown the way of the powerful man.

I don’t mean to go into the depths of the psychology here, because I don’t feel I have the right skills for it.

I’m simply sharing what I see.

A very intricate and perfectly woven tapestry of energy exchange:

money for survival – money for love.

The joker here is paying love for survival.

I woke up shaken to the truth that this calvary of souls truly exists.

No disrespect, but what the fuck is on with the world?

I had to yoga box my emotions out, so much sadness and anger at this reality.

And then, a conclusion lit up:

We are so much more than this!

And what I see is a MASSIVE invitation for men and women and human beings per say to take their power back.

I see a huge possibility for men to own their sexuality and request what they need, rather than going through the back doors.

Boldness and truth to get the types of love they truly desire and deserve.

I see a wave flooding over that we are so able to express ourselves sensually and sexually without the ridding of guilt and shame.

I see a beautiful expression of play and powerful interactions between men and women and human beings: to speak our minds, to ask for what we want, to make requests, to be specific.

And also: to speak out our pain in sacred spaces, to name how we have been hurt and dis-empowered, transcend and transform if from the core up.

I see women holding space for men, and men holding space for women, and men for men as well as women for women:

what if we could just dance beyond this gender stigma altogether and simply see through the veils of distorted actions being silent screams for support and love.

I can feel my whole being stretching in this truth.

I can see goddesses rising alongside warriors.

I can see divine spirits merging to co-create real intimacy and love, the ones that aren’t scared of the shadows and darkness.

I can feel children stepping forth to be birthed into a space where communication flows effortlessly, powerfully and collides into real empowered action.

Maybe it’s because I can see and feel all of this, too, that I am no longer ok to accept being treated in disrespectful ways, or to witness other human beings being dis-owned of their truth, sovereignty and power.

I believe we have the capacity to overcome many things, especially together!

Once we awakend to the things we truly desire we have the choice to move closer to them.

So often people and clients ask me when we will be done with “working on ourselves”.

This is like saying to a child: when are you going to be done with learning?

We will always remain children inside, seeking for more wilderness, play, love and joy.

It’s a natural state.

Let’s take pleasure and curiosity in learning about ourself, fall in love with ourselves over and over again.

Remain patient, remain connected, watch, witness and see the bigger picture.

This experience validated why I do what I do.

I want every single human being to feel so incredibly connected to love, so in their power and flow that these things will just flake away.

Our soul thrives in this space.

We can totally fly.

We already are.

Lisy Butterfly

How did I dare to update my profile?

(the real deal with imperfections and secret superpowers)


Only a few years ago I would have shuddered to post this on social media!!
If you’re a girl you probably noticed it.
Did you?


It’s such a subtle thought process, I almost missed it, too
The first thought on my mind when I saw the pic was: oh shit, you can see my cellulite!!
Argh 😤


Did you think this too? be honest!
If you didn’t, ok cool, maybe you’ve been through something similar before, condescending on your own body or sb else’s.
And if you did, lemme tell you this:
it’s flipping OK!
This is not a rant post about why or why not you thought what you thought.
You see, it’s not your fault.
It’s nobody’s fault really.
We’ve just adopted all these beliefs around our body, body image and all sorts of ideals and then… all the stuff that is anti-ideal.
And it triggers reactions.


To be very raw here, as I was flicking through the pictures to choose one, I was really looking for a pretty line of my legs and a smile! I wanted the picture to express the
playful energy I was in, during that moment.
My friend had proudly announced he took several of them so I could choose.
Now they all looked nice in terms of the 3 points I wanted to feature.
Except: they ALL had that ragged texture showing on my thighs.
I closed my phone and felt so many different things. It all passed in a wink of a moment, yet this is what your mind does: it takes over, and FAST!!
It was all so intricate and complex.
I will reveal ALL of it!



Why didn’t he change the angle? or notice it doesn’t look good that way?



Bummer, I’m fat.
I used to have muscly quads during my dancer years, and now it’s over.
My body lost the shape.



It will take me ages to recover!
I may never have a toned body again.



I won’t be loved as much.
I lost the love for myself and my body.



Could I edit it somehow?
Maybe a filter would hide it?
Or I could just take another one.



Why didn’t I work out more?
I hate myself.



Other women have much nicer bodies than me.
All the yoga teachers and fit girls in my audience will judge me.
I won’t be taken seriously anymore.



Then, I gave up on posting it completely.
I rejected my initial idea and left it.


It took me around 30mins to check in with myself and realise what just had happened.
Did I really just give up on this idea?
Just because of my cellulite bubbles??
F&£# yes, I did!
No f£&#ing way!!!!


So I went back into my phone and looked at my face:
I was radiant!
Undeniable truth, right there!





I’m in Hawaii, having an unbelievable time!
I feel amazing like NEVER before!!
I get blessed with miracles ALL THE TIME!!!
My heart sings for joy every single flipping day I wake up here!
I have refuelled my dance mojo, made incredible friends in only 2 weeks!
I feel sexy, erotic and magnetic like a goddess all the time!
I’m in the Waimea Valley, one the most epic places in O‘ahu’s North Shore.
I just balanced on a flipping pole that’s less than a squarefoot wide to play with this beautiful dancer pose in the landscape and my only reason for not posting this REAL EXPRESSION OF MYSELF is the cellulite on my legs?!?!?


Can you feel the humour?
I mean, seriously!
No spiritual bypassing in this, I promise (I did the whole emotional clearing), but isn’t the mind just a funny bastard sometimes?


hawaii map


The invitation.

I could have abandoned myself. Forsaken on the celebration of this moment.
Yet, there was something deeper for me to feel through!
There was that moment of self-love that I could propel myself into fuller “beingness”.Embodying the Mother aspect in myself, holding myself in that space of hurt, even if it was so incredibly painful.
Just allow the pain to be there.
And then re-connect deeper.

Taking space in the world, REGARDLESS of what the judgemental mind was saying.

Giving myself the full picture anew.
Realising that my body is a temple for my soul to express itself!

My beautiful body deserves so much love, so much nurturing and so much presence.
My body is a vessel for me to explore my life!

It’s not an object to be placed on some pedestal, and labelled or abused.

My BODY is the gateway!

Full stop!



So I returned to the idea to post this picture regardless.
And yes I edited it, but this time I edited it to emphasize the coulours and the spirit of the moment.
Flashy bold vibrant playful!

So beautiful souls, please take this into your heart: hold yourself tight today, squeeze yourself like a gorgeous newborn!
There’s always a way back to self – love!
Every single time!
No exceptions!
Wishing you bliss and ecstasy today!
I’m now about to jiggle my juicy legs to some more zouk beats!
Boom chick chick, Boom…

Are you waiting on your enlightened male?

(how to go from dried-up love skeleton to hot fire bomb)
I have had some very interesting conversations with women around intimacy and love lately.
Even though most of the times it is a fun and elevating topic, I noticed that for most, the idea of an enlightened soulmate is actually just another strategy to keep them from receiving love all the way.

Furthermore, I feel it is a very clear “NO, I don’t want my power, please take it and let someone who knows better love me and rescue me!”


hand holding


Yeah, there’s endless soulmate stories, twin flames, all kinds of DNA energetics and what not. Whether it is the special “someone” or the “one and only true flame”.  We’ve heard all that.

There’s that superneo concept of an elightened male that is on our level, who worships woman like goddess and understands, relates and validates all the hurt we’ve carried inside.
How much power do we give away and how many times to we check out of living with a bold heart, of being ourselves and be in the moment?
I was in a toxic relationship for 5 years.
Yes, I too was giving into this concept of “the one and only”.
At the bottom of it I was projecting more than loving. My focus was totally disorientated from my heart.
All I cared about was how much I could receive love and validation from this person.
And THAT is what the toxicity was all about!


At the bottom of it all I wasn’t asking for what I needed.
And all the times I did, I wasn’t receiving fully: not that he was a bad person ( I don’t think there’s any such thing).
We were just not on the same page when it came to our goals for the relationship, yet we both desired to be loved and validated in our own ways. And it truly didn’t help that I desired the “enlightened male” which turns out more like that green grass on the other side.
We were not truly filling each other’s cups.


So I relinquished in there for 5 years, tied to this concept I need to “stay and wait and fix myself” or “fix him” until we fit, because I had received some kinda external guidance that he was my soulmate.
How painful! Rather than just allowing myself to be in the moment and take a heartfelt decision that I wasn’t actually feeling it all the way. And to validate myself and my feelings, that it’s ok!


And so, every time I hear this pattern oozing out of someone’s talk about their partners, relationship issues or desiring this “external construct of a soulmate” I just want to give them a gentle nudge and say:
babe! wake up, gorgeous!!
The universe wants so much more for you!
There is always an invitation to dare bigger and bolder.
To take space in our own world.



It’s so easy to let these ideas hi-jack our power, our sovereignty and our true desires!
And these concepts also get in the way to seeing the real men we are engaging with.
They too have their trauma, their hurts, their insecurities, the stuff that we all move through as we go through life.
And placing this enlightened BS expectation on them, just isn’t fair.


The moments I was able to hold myself in my own fears and my own darkness, were the most revealing!
Yes, I seeked help, I had to. I don’t believe huge shifts happen “just like that”, especially when we are moving through our weakness and blind spots.
We go through that phase where allowing another to hold space for us in a powerful way, is the most healing ever.
Yet, once the work is completed that’s it! There’s no going back.
Once you understand internally and energetically what it takes to move through the layers of growth and expansion you build so much intimacy with yourself.
There is that layer of compassion that kicks in and that deep deep love for yourself.


I believe that is the best place to be in truly, and in that space, it doesn’t really matter whether the partner you are with or desire is enlightened or not: you can see through their heart, you can communicate on their soullevel.


How flipping powerful is that, right?
You no longer “NEED” the other. They just become a true blessing all the way.
Showering you with their presence, their love and their willingness to meet you right there and then.
And you can see through your own layers of love, too.
You understand what it is that you really love about a man, how they honour you, how they respect you.
How you ask for the sexy connection you deeply desire, how you create this magic called intimacy.
Hey, this is where I am. And hey, it’s soooo grogeous to meet you where you are.
And it’s so wonderful to be here sharing this moment with you.
to be able to hold your partner in his hurt and his fears, too.
To see through the unspoken and raise the confirmation.


I learnt a very powerful tool during a sexual healing retreat in Arizona during my travels and I have started to apply it to my life.
It’s called the “bubble”. You create a safe space and share about fears, desires and boundaries.
Both partners take turns.
I will ask people this question all the time, and what arises is really beautiful, you get to meet people in their vulnerability first, then their empowerment and then you see the ways they desire to feel respected in.
It’s amazing what true intimacy can bring, and I would never ever trade it again with some “enlightened blah blah blah”.
It’s so flakey.
And when the partner doesn’t respond with an open heart, I don’t shy away from lovingly sending them on their journey.
No hard feelings, just pure presence.
Clarity on your boundaries is GOLD!


I wish you much joy in your intimate explorations.
Every single lover that comes your way is a gift of the universe.
See all the way down, connect deeply.
Your soul soars so much this way!
Mucho aloha sensual from Manoa, Hawaii
(in my Tropical Weather Halloween Costume) 🙂