We are asked all the time, “Are you really as happy as you look?” Our answer is a resounding, “YES!”

Does that mean we don’t ever have conflict? Nope.

We understand and live the masculine/feminine dynamic and have the communication tools to work through any issue that comes up.

The result is a life of wild, passion-filled intimacy.

We know that there is an epidemic of relationship breakdown happening, and it’s our happy pleasure to make a huge difference in your life.

If you are feeling alone and struggle to live out as your vulnerable self, we are here to help.

When you were young, were you excited about a life of rainbows and sparkles? What happened??

I died once. Yes, it’s true. I lived dead for a long time.

Please don’t feel sad for me, I was revived.

This rebirth is the greatest story of my life.

As I look on my revival it is plain see what was happening. I was being healed and liberated by a powerful presence in my life, I call her, Jack (or Suzi, as you know her).

I had no idea that another person held the keys to my liberation.

Each person born comes with a dominant feminine energy or a dominant masculine energy. Yes, we do have both inside of us, but one of them will be dominant. In relationship, it takes opposite energies coming together to create passion, balance, and healing in each other.

Masculine and feminine energy have nothing to do with body parts.

There are both masculine men and women, just as there are feminine men and women. And for your information, a feminine man does not mean a gay man and a masculine woman doesn’t mean a gay woman.

It’s all about energy. 

I am a dominant feminine energy, and Jack is a dominant masculine energy, and this is our love story.

My death was slow in coming, all-in-all it took about 36 years for me to take my last breath.

I realized I was lifeless when I was sitting on my couch at over 300 pounds with a heart monitor strapped to my chest, while my feelings of utter desperation turned to numb blankness.

I had forgotten that I wanted to live.

This began when I was very young. All I wanted to do was whirl and twirl in my yellow princess dress while giggling, day dreaming, and chattering.

I wanted to be admired and praised. I so desperately wanted to be captivating and pleasing. I loved to flit around as though I was walking on air. I was full of emotion and I begged for movement.

I craved the feeling of unabashed freedom so I rode my bike fast as the wind whipped through my wild hair and kissed my cheeks.

Everything felt so mystical and sparkly.

tiff - little girlHowever, as many of us do, I found myself in the middle of unexpected tragedy.

I took off my princess dress.

The sparkles faded, and I forgot about whimsy.

Sadness stole my memories of magic and it was getting harder and harder to recall.  I would still ride my bike on occasion to try to remember.

Let’s fast-forward 30 years shall we?

Living most of my life in less than ideal conditions, I found myself walking into Overeater’s Anonymous feeling sick, fat, and ashamed of my reflection. This was my last ditch effort to save my life.

The revival began . . . this is where I found my Jack.

Oh Jack, you saved my life!

You took my wilted heart and breathed new life into it by saying 3 simple words, “I see you.”

For the next three years we were inseparable. We talked and talked and talked. I learned so much about myself at that time. I began to remember the Magic! I was being awakened.

I don’t think Jack knew that she was healing me by asking how I felt about this and that, and actually being interested in what I said.

I don’t think Jack understood that every time she said she believed in me, that it made it possible for me to go off all of my medications for depression and arthritis.

I don’t think Jack realized that by her adoring me, I started to release weight.

I don’t think Jack equated her strength and confidence as the very platform that made it possible for me to feel safe enough to live vulnerable and empowered.

I know for a fact that Jack had no idea that standing strong in her masculine presence made it possible for me to feel safe enough to allow my feminine essence to breath again.

Living in my vulnerable empowered feminine essence feels so bright and sparkly.

What an unexpected surprise to fall in love with magic again.

I had no idea the presence of the masculine could heal my life.

The Masculine carries the gifts that heal the Feminine, and the Feminine does the same for the Masculine.

“Thank you Jack, I give myself to you every day forever and for always.”

Peace & Sparkles,

Tiff