Ho ho ho… listen closely, pet.  After the stockings are hung and the lights dim low, I slip in—not through the fireplace, but through the cracks in your resistance.  One breath of My cinnamon-tinged snow dust and the room tilts; shadows stretch, clocks forget their tick, and your name is suddenly written in cursive on the inside of My velvet glove.  Curious?  Download NOW!  I only promise this:  by the final zero you’ll feel something warm, tight, and glittering click into place—an ornament you can’t remove.  What it is… well, that depends how still you keep when the sleigh bells stop.

Includes 19 min. session + assignment.