I’m Tsipa Swan, and I want you to be rich. 

Not just rich with money. I want you to be turned on, sexed up, all in, and truly pissing people off with how fucking juicy and hot your life is.

I know you came to this life with a plan. Not some decent, polite little plan, but a full-throttle, tits out, no-holds-barred purpose of making the world better, just by living in it so damn big. 

Your egregious satisfaction is, truly, the only way you can make the world any better. We need you to be lit up and dripping with creativity, enjoyment, appreciation, engagement - that’s when you’re at your best, and your best is what we desperately need.

Think Lizzo. Think Gaga. Think Iris Apfel and Rihanna and RuPaul and Dolly Parton: doing what the fuck they want, they way they want, reaching new heights of selfiness, and sharing their enormous gifts with the world. 

You have that in you, too. You don’t have to be onstage (unless you want that, too), but you DO have that “get TF out of my way” level of intention for your life, for your legacy. 

The desires you had as a child, before the world taught you “not for me, thanks” -- they’re STILL ALIVE. They’re still watching, breathing, fucking TREMBLING with anticipation like a rescue puppy as you prepare yourself to take them home. They want to live with you, fail with you, dance with you. 

The world is not kind to the greedy, and we all come here greedy. Long ago, the vastness of your desires and your power scared YOU into shutting them down and pretending — you didn’t want that much, your standards weren’t that high, you were LOW MAINTENANCE of all bullshit things. 

You’ve built such a fantastic foundation in your business so far. You have clients, a niche, a nice little dream. 

Now it’s time to blow it up. 

Nice is over. Fine can fuck off. There is something so much more FIRE for you, right on the other side of fear.

Your dreams aren’t gone, only waiting. Waiting for you to get back in the groove, open your arms, and dance like a fucking freak if you need to - they’re so, so ready to cut in and dance you into the glorious dawn. 

But a ball doesn’t last forever, my love. Midnight is striking soon, and the floor is yours.

May I have this dance? 

 
 

[Alt text: Photo shows Tsipa, a Caucasian woman with blonde hair and green eyes. She is sitting in her office.]

I’m Tsipa Swan, and I will help you get rich doing the work you incarnated to do. 

I’m an astrologer, business mentor, Certified Life Coach, and professional psychic, and I have a life-long obsession with having an amazing fucking time. 30+ years of trial and error, spiritual guidance (thanks, guys!), loads of grace (thanks again), and a shitload of Actual Human Training to help you achieve next-level health, wealth, and juicy-happy-hot AF-baller vibes.