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Reclaiming your power starts now.
The BodyStory Clinics aren’t just about pleasure – they’re about pleasure as an act of revolution. They’re about looking within, and drawing out your own desires, in a way that you can finally connect to with real clarity.
So if you’re feeling powerless in these turbulent, unprecedented times – it might not just be more peace you need. It might be more pleasure.
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Shameless
Feminine Wisdom
Beauty on Purpose
She Speaks: How to get the S*x You Want
Revolutionary Pleasure
Goddess Energy Masterclass
Pleasure Prescription
The answers are inside you – you just need to listen.
In Your Words
“I am a changed person because of Sonja and so are my relationships.”
"I was surprised by how well Sonja really listened to me, and not just my words. She is present, and thus can find the deeper expression among all the rambling and 'I don’t knows.'"
"Sonja is a wise, authentic guide teaching deep and mind-blowing truths using a fun, light-hearted approach.
After each session, I feel more in touch with my intuition and filled with optimism."
The Journal
What Dolly Parton Teaches Us
There is a body signal that some adults send out when they meet my daughter. The only word to describe it is intimidation. Yes, my daughter is five, and she intimidates grownups. It’s not just my daughter. If you were to put these intimidated adults into any room with...
Who Do You Think You Are?
One of the most boring things about adults is the way they delegitimize fantasy. If I ask my clients to imagine what they would do if there were no limits or consequences, the newer ones will go completely blank. Or, they take a step into the magical world of make...
Ayurvedic (Un)Recipe: Mylk and Cookies
There was once a time when I slung sugar for a living. As a professional baker, it was my job to bake 10 pies, three dozen muffins, and a couple of cheesecakes before most people had eaten breakfast. I sweated in tiny kitchens, hauled 50 pound bags of flour up rickety...