The jeweller and the illusions.
The moment you choose truth, the whole field responds. This wasn't a transaction. It was a transmission.
I had already chosen to let the necklace go.
That morning, I was in the post office, without it when I saw him.
The jeweller.
Not in his shop. Out in the world. Which I’d never seen before.
Of course.
Because that’s how clean creation works:
The field moves first.
And then the reflection shows up.
He didn’t say anything profound. Just “Hi, how are you?”
And I said,
“Actually, I have something for you.”
A half an hour later, I walked into the shop. Necklace in hand.
Not for the money. Not for the story.
Just to return what no longer matched my field.
This wasn’t about the necklace.
This was a mirror.
A reflection of every illusion that no longer had a place in my field.
From the moment we spoke, he was lit.
Completely activated. Trying to work me out; and of course, failing.
Because I’m not something you work out.
I’m something you feel.
Illusion 01: You must stay safe.
He told me he’d dreamed of moving to France.
But he wasn’t going.
He said his parents were nearby. That he had responsibilities. That he’d built a community here.
All dressed up in the illusion of love.
But what I heard was fear.
I didn’t coach him.
I didn’t soothe him.
I simply stood in my own clean decision, to move to London.
Not for a better job. Not for more opportunities.
But because it’s the place where my field expands.
He called it brave.
I said,
“It’s not brave. It’s true.”
Illusion 02: Creation follows pain.
Twice in two days I’d been asked if something bad had happened.
A bad breakup? A crisis?
As if change must be born from collapse.
As if desire had to be justified.
As if evolution is only valid when you’ve been brought to your knees.
But I wasn’t running from something.
I was walking straight into what I’d already chosen.
Not because it hurt. Because it was done.
He asked, “Why London?”
Then offered, “I thought you’d be travelling the world.”
I said, “I’ve done that, London is now, London is home. London is where my next creation lands.”
Not for a story.
But because it’s true.
Illusion 03: The market is slow.
He told me people weren’t buying.
Said business had been quiet.
Blamed it on the economy.
I told him the truth:
“It’s not the market. It’s your field.”
He resisted it. Of course he did.
But when he spoke about his high-value pieces and the buzz of closing deals in the cities, his body told the truth.
He lit up. Completely.
I didn’t challenge it.
I just let him feel the gap, between what he’d normalised and what actually moved him.
That’s where creation lives. Not in repetition. In resonance.
I told him:
“Houses don’t fail to sell. Multi-million-pound deals don’t fall through because of surface-level reasons. It’s never the ‘market’. It’s always the energetics behind it.”
That landed.
Because somewhere, he knew it.
The distortion wasn’t in the economy.
It was in the field he’d been broadcasting from.
Until now.
Illusion 04: Value is external.
When I handed him the silver necklace, he weighed it and offered me £15.
It wasn’t about the money.
It never was.
I didn’t need it.
I wasn’t attached to it.
It was simply complete.
People are conditioned to believe that value is something external; measured by weight, by price, by resale potential, by market demand.
But that necklace was only valuable because I chose to release it.
That was the value.
Not the silver.
Not the price.
The release.
And I said to him, “There’s no price you can put on the release of an old identity.”
That’s the truth.
That necklace was tethered to a past version of me I’d already outgrown.
Letting it go wasn’t a transaction, it was a declaration.
Of completion. Of clarity. Of movement.
He was just the mirror.
But he felt it.
The weight was never in the silver.
It was in the shift.
Illusion 05: You must earn your body.
He started talking about fitness.
Community. CrossFit.
He said it would be hard to leave, to build that again somewhere else.
Bullshit.
There I was, walking into London, creating everything from clean ground.
I told him I’d left CrossFit.
That I never thought I would.
But it was the most freeing decision I ever made.
People asked me, “What are you doing instead?”
Nothing.
Because it was never about replacing.
It was about alignment.
I said to him, “When I move to London, I won’t be doing CrossFit again. My sense is I’ll go dancing. But I’ll know when I’m there.”
He couldn’t quite compute that.
So I said something that stopped him:
“I’ve already chosen my body.”
“Strong, healthy, lean… I’ve already decided.
So it’s not dependent on a gym or a program. It’s done.”
He burst out laughing.
Because even though his mind couldn’t grasp it, his body knew it was true.
Illusion 6: You move when you have enough money.
He assumed I had loads of money.
That I must’ve saved. Planned. Had some grand cushion before deciding to move to London.
But that’s not how I create.
I told him straight:
“I didn’t move because I had the money.
I moved because I chose it.”
The day I gave notice on my tenancy, I had 32p in my bank account.
But I had already chosen London.
Chosen expansion.
Chosen inevitability.
Money follows creation.
Not the other way around.
He was stunned. He didn’t even know how to respond. But again, he felt the truth of it.
Because there I was, grounded, certain, already in the energy of the move.
And everything around me was responding to that.
Illusion 07: Age is a decline.
He looked at me. Said I must have been really young when I got married.
I told him the truth.
“I’m level five.”
“I’m 51.”
He was stunned and almost fell over.
Because I don’t carry years.
I don’t carry weight.
I don’t carry the emotional distortion that drags people down.
I carry choice.
Clean.
Decided.
Aligned.
I don’t just feel younger.
I’m aging backwards.
Not because of a product.
Because of a field.
Because when your energy is clean, your body reflects it.
Illusion 08: You have to prove your worth.
At one point, he half-joked, “You should stand outside and bring people in.”
Then, not-joking, “Do you want a job here?”
He wasn’t hiring.
He was responding to presence.
To clarity. To energy.
He didn’t have language for it.
But he didn’t need it.
Because truth isn’t something you explain.
It’s something you feel.
And he felt it.
Today wasn’t about jewellery.
It was about truth.
The illusions burned because they couldn’t hold in my field.
Not one of them could stand.
He was left blinking in the light.
Trying to understand what had just happened.
But he couldn’t. Because it wasn’t about understanding.
It was about activation.
This is what happens when you choose to live fully clean.
You don’t fight illusions.
You don’t debate them.
You live beyond them.
And in your presence, they dissolve.
