What Changed? · Untethered
The money was there the whole time.
She just had to clear the way to find it.
Before.
Hanna came to me in autumn 2022. She was living on a farm in Norway with her partner, the father of her two children, in his family home. The relationship wasn’t working. Hadn’t been for a while. She knew it, and she also knew she wasn’t ready to do anything about it yet.
She had a flat of her own. The first property she’d ever bought, decorated exactly how she wanted it. She loved it. She’d moved out when she got together with him and was renting it out. It was hers, but she wasn’t living in it.
She had big dreams. She wanted to run retreats on her own land. She wanted a business that was hers, that felt meaningful, that fitted the life she actually wanted to live. She was a yoga teacher and a healer, trained in theta healing, someone who ran moon ceremonies and took inner work seriously. She’d been on a healing path for years.
And she was stuck. Not broken. Not in crisis. Just stuck. Living a life that wasn’t the one she wanted, in a home that wasn’t quite hers, with dreams that hadn’t quite found their ground yet.
What we saw.
I take three readings: the average (how someone’s operating day to day), the floor (how low they drop under pressure) and the ceiling (how high they can reach on a good day).
Hanna started with an average of 319. That’s not someone struggling to function. She was aware, motivated, already doing serious inner work. She just hadn’t been able to move the needle the way she wanted.
But her floor was 183. On the hard days, she was dropping a long way.
She wanted to be above 500, and feel it in her bones.
What we worked on.
She came to Untethered, my programme for deep wound healing. She’d already experienced Head Trash Clearance and knew it worked. When she heard about the wound healing work she was intrigued, and then she heard about the measurement.
At the start, she set an intention: her dream home, and financial freedom. She didn’t know how. We worked on the roots of what was keeping her stuck, in weekly sessions over five months.
A month in, she made the call.
About a month into the programme, I got to witness something I don’t see very often. She decided to leave him. Not in a slow, agonised way. Not after months of processing. She made the decision, and then she moved. And when I say she moved... She moved.
She called the estate agent. Got the flat photographed. Put it on the market. It sold fast. She found a new house, a dream house, with a view and with land. Put in an offer, bought it, and moved in with the children.
She had a full-time job and two children, and a move that meant constant driving between two places two hours apart. New school to find, new nursery, flat to clear, family home to leave, a whole life to dismantle and rebuild. Then, out of nowhere, a work situation came up that meant she could keep receiving her full income without having to be there. I’m not going to over-explain that. When you clear the internal weight that’s been dragging on your life, things start shifting, sometimes in ways you could never have planned for.
Six weeks from decision to done.
I was her witness throughout. Ending a long relationship, uprooting her children, selling the flat she’d made beautiful with her own hands, moving two hours away to be near her parents. Any one of those would make most people stall for months. She didn’t stall. No second-guessing. No 3am spirals. She looked at what needed to happen and bloody did it.
What changed.
You’ll notice December. That was the month we paused the programme while she packed up the flat, moved the children, and took one life apart to build another. Her average kept climbing, but her floor dropped from 306 to 274 and her ceiling dipped too. The weight of that showed up exactly where you’d expect it to.
We picked up again in the new year. In January she crossed 500 for the first time. By the end of February, 546.
Hanna’s average, floor and ceiling
What happened next.
Hanna’s new house came with land, and she’d been thinking about retreats for years. Her own space, women coming to heal, something entirely hers. But starting a retreat business costs money: pods, infrastructure, building something from nothing. She could see exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t yet see where the funding was coming from.
It was the last month of the programme. And then a man knocked on her door.
The forest.
He was a wood trader. He’d been trying to reach the previous owners for years. The forest on the land was ready for harvesting, which happens every twenty years or so before it’s replanted. But the previous owner had died, probate had been slow, and in the handover the forest had fallen through the cracks. Nobody had included it in the valuation. In the meantime, timber prices had gone through the roof.
He ran the numbers. The wood was worth nearly half the value of the house she’d just bought.
Over £100,000, sitting in the trees at the bottom of her garden.
She gets to do it again in twenty years, when the replanted trees are ready. She didn’t need to manifest it. She just needed to get herself into the house where it was already growing.
Today.
I’m still in touch with Hanna. We became friends through the work, which sometimes happens when you’ve been that close to someone’s inner world for months.
She’s in the house. The forest money came in. The retreat pods happened. She’s building the life she always wanted, on her own land, on her own terms. And she kept going on her own: by the following September, her average was 604.
Her ex, by her description, is chaotic. The kind of drama that used to pull her in. It doesn’t any more. That’s the thing that’s hardest to explain until you see it. Hard things don’t stop happening. The person becomes their own centre of gravity. She can see the drama, protect what needs protecting, respond where she needs to, and stay steady.
I started tracking this because I wanted to know: is the work actually moving the needle?
It is. I have the charts.
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