Linda Magic

I’ve been MIA, and honestly, I needed that.

This past few years changed me. I moved through some heavy shit, asked myself some fucking hard questions, and came back to myself in a way that feels real for me.

I had time to get honest, drop what wasn’t mine, and actually look at who I am and how I want to live and show up.

And fuck… it feels good to be back here!

I’m back, and I feel so authentic and aligned with my truth. Absolutely everything has changed and this next chapter feels fucking exciting in a way I can actually stand behind.

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I walked the walk, talked the talk, looked spiritual AF, but inside I felt broken and lost.

I was in the spiritual industry, and my work lit me up. My clients were getting results. They were loving what I gave them and wanted more. From the outside, it looked like I was on my “spiritual path.”

The truth is, I felt like a complete imposter. It felt like everyone else had their spiritual shit together and I hadn’t, and I was drowning in my own feels and field.

I was constantly chasing a fucking a “spiritual carrot on a stick.” I’d get a download and run with it. Then someone would say something, and I’d question myself all over again. Then I’d think maybe I need to do breathwork, maybe I need this healer, maybe I need that retreat, maybe I need another coach.

I was always reaching for the next thing because I thought the answer was in the one thing I hadn’t tried. That’s why I felt like a failure. The answers, the completion, had to be somewhere?

Then the real fuckery happened. I went through a DV breakup, a divorce, and my finances were a shit show. I had to show up like a MF for my children and myself. I thought I had met “a spiritual man” who understood me. Fark… he turned out to be a whole new level of fuckery, worse than my ex-husband. I had moments, days, of questioning WTF. It forced me to stop and look at all the ladders 🪜. I was trying to climb... financial, emotional, spiritual, sexual. Something didn’t add up anymore.

In the middle of my heart, body, mind, and soul being shredded to pieces, with my life an absolute shit show, people were still seeking guidance from me. That was a real mindfuck.

Lightbulb moment . I had been doing so much of this work from a place of trying to get somewhere. Trying to become enough. Trying to fix what I thought was wrong with me. Trying to force my way into spiritual worthiness.

That’s fucked up. I need to “Unfuck myself” from the bullshit that the spiritual industry is. I need to unfuck the lies, the constant spiritual anxiety, the BS I was telling myself about spirituality and what it actually means... the obsession with becoming, and the way I was abandoning my own truth while pretending I was on a healing path. This spiritual journey is the same conditioning as all the other fucked up systems. The fucking dangling carrot 🥕. WTF.

Questions became my power. Presence became my voice. Who the fuck am I? What are my actual gifts? What am I here to do? What if I gave no more fucks about climbing the spiritual ladder and started just fucking living? How do I want to live, create, love, and lead when I have unfucked myself from all the  BS?

Everything changed because, for the first time, I was not seeking the latest thing. I wasn’t asking how to become and have more of me. I was asking how to BE me. What was my truth?

I unfucked myself. I stopped trying to be more spiritual, more healed, more impressive, more anything. I started coming back into my own body, my truth, and my way of being. The one that suited me and my experience.

I unfucked my spiritual conditioning. I got off the spiritual loop and started living from the knowing that I already was what I had been waiting for. In all my fuckery, but without judgment.

Everything began to expand. My body came back. My pleasure came back. My business grew. New clients came in. My power stopped feeling conceptual and started feeling alive in my truth.

Thank fuck I got off the spiritual train. I was never going to find myself by seeking something outside of me. I had to see into who I already was and what I was being, and love the shit out of it.

Unfuck It exploded into my life. It was born from seeing how much bullshit we carry that was never ours to begin with. The conditioning, the comparison, the fear, the spiritual performance, the constant belief that someone else must know better than we do.

So much of what keeps people stuck is not that they lack power. It is that they have been taught to distrust their own truth.

We seek the guru. We seek the master. We seek the method. We seek the next answer outside of ourselves.

But the whole time, what we’re really being asked to do is come home.

 That is the truth.
 That is the work.
 That is the return.
 That is Unfuck Yourself.

I didn’t need more healing.
 I needed to stop abandoning myself in the name of it.

This is what changed everything.
This is why Unfuck Yourself exists.

Let’s Unfuck Ourselves and maybe 🤔 we can Unfuck the world one person at a time