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Fierce Love: A Manifesto
Amanda Baudier
23 Aug 25
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Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been a bit too much for most people.
Objectively, not too many folks could handle “alla this” — the intensity, the volume, the expressiveness, the know-it-allness of it all. My parents, siblings, and most of my teachers certainly could not…
Y’all old enough to remember Elmyra Duff from Tiny Toon Adventures? The chick with such overenthusiastic affection that she squeezed the shit out of all the furry little animals?
Yeah, I’ve always been kinda like that.
I scared off boys.
Certainly, plenty of people didn’t know what to make of me…
Eventually, I learned how to tamp down my authentic exuberance as many of us do... Holding it in until I nearly burst, or numbing myself with drugs and alcohol.
As I grew more culturally savvy, I learned how to shapeshift my innate tendency to LOVE SO HARD into people-pleasing and over-performing.
As long as my intensity was directed “productively” it became acceptable.
Sought after, even.
And then of course, the extreme burnout hit and I realized that wasn’t going to work either.
It wasn’t until becoming a parent that I realized — maybe this can be a blessing and not some horrible personality curse?
Loving my son validated something in me I thought was a shameful defect.
He looked at me, I looked at him — and he wanted, no NEEDED — all of it.
All the love.
All the ferocity.
All the Kali-Ma protector energy that I’d kept caged in so long.
My heart reawakened to its purpose in the world: to love people so fucking ferociously they are set free.
This is the love of a Spiritual Warrior.
A love that will caress you tenderly while turning evil-doers into a pile of ash with the power of a single glare.
When I learned the ancient Buddhist practice of Tonglen, I felt less alone in my desire to love with both an open palm and a clenched fist. Metta is cool and all, but it lacks the fire (literally) of Tonglen — where one breathes in the suffering of others — transmuting it into love, peace and beauty all with the power of their own unwavering and relentless love-for-other.
When I first became a coach, I keep my little love-warrior secret hidden.
"I coach founders dealing with burnout! I’m an expert in mindfulness and business strategy — a real double whammy.”
It sounded cute. Concise. Marketable.
But not long after getting into my practice I realized here too — in these sacred coaching containers, the full force of my care was needed and welcomed. My clients allowed me to look at them deeply, see them clearly, and honor them — fully.
Is it weird to say I love a whole bunch of grown adults as if they were my own children?
In today’s society the answer might be yes, but for me — now?
FUCK no.
In this world so full of manipulation, distraction, and destruction — warriors of Love are needed more than ever. Every human — regardless of their age, deserves to be loved by someone who also feels rage at all the injustices and traumas they’ve had to endure.
Someone who holds their hand tightly and says: not on my watch, beloved.
The forces of evil in this world have taken their masks off.
They’re fucking powerful and they do not give a shit whose necks they step on to achieve their most depraved aims.
If we aren’t careful — the entire beautiful world as we know it will be ripped from our hands by the joint forces of capitalism, fascism, imperialism, and racism — while we watch on in politically correct horror and our “spiritual teachers” meditate quietly on the New Earth.
No. That is not going to cut it.
The forces of LOVE must come correct and be at least as bad-ass as the forces of evil.
In whatever ways I can, I plan to go toe-to-toe with those who seek to control and destroy us. To say with my whole entire chest, NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH! NOT TO MY FUCKING CHILDREN.
No one is being enfantalized here. It’s more like the James Baldwin quote: “The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”
All of us are God’s children. And there can be no exclusion from who counts as “us.”
Today during a shamanic drum journey, my legion of animal-guides came to me and reminded me that my unique purpose as a coach, spiritual teacher and a spaceholder is to embody fierceness.
I’m not your flowing caftan love and light gal.
I’m your love and a motherfucking pitchfork, witch thank you very much.
As I move into the next chapter of my career with the launch of becoming, it’s hard for me to describe what I want to “be” to my community without sounding a bit cuckoo…
There is a fire in my belly that was put here by God to help people find the fire in their bellies and use it to save the world from the brink of collapse. To step into each of our unique gifts so that we get to live the lives God intended us to… individually and collectively.
It’s a big mission and it’s going to happen as my Muslim friends would say, Inshallah.
This is my manifesto of Fierce Love and if you’ve read this far and don’t think I’m crazy (yet)… Please imagine me looking you right in your beautiful eyes, placing one hand on my heart, and saying sweetly —
“I love you.”
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