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MEET HOLLIE WILD

Ex-cop. Ex-cult kid. Nervous System Recalibrator.


I don’t heal. I don’t fix.
I help your system shut off the survival code it’s been running since being the strong one became your brand.

I was raised in dogma. Trained in force.
One religion. One police uniform. Both told me to stay in line. I didn’t.

Now I use that same precision to track where your system locked down, and switch off what no supplement, journal prompt, or mindset spiral ever touched.

Back then, I could walk into a raid and feel where the meth was hidden. Now? I track your field the same way, to pinpoint what your system’s still holding, and switch it off at the root.

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I work with the ones who move fast, lead hard, and can’t switch off, even when they want to.

I work with the ones who move fast, lead hard, and can’t switch off, even when they want to.

I work with the ones who move fast, lead hard, and can’t switch off, even when they want to. I work with the ones who move fast, lead hard, and can’t switch off, even when they want to.

I work with the ones who are solid on the outside, and simmering underneath.

The ones building the business, the brand, the body, but still waking up wired, scanning the room, wondering why stillness feels more like a threat than a reset.

You’ve done the clean eating, the blood tests, the biohacking stack that costs more than rent.

Your results say “optimal.”
Your jaw says otherwise.

You’re self-aware as hell, but your system still fires like it’s five seconds from collapse.

That’s not dysfunction. That’s the same survival code building your empire, now quietly slowing it down behind the scenes.

This work isn’t about soothing your nervous system.
It’s about recalibrating it, so the version of you that built it all can finally feel the damn thing land.

THIS ISN’t Coaching.

I recalibrate your system

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LET’S BE CLEAR,

I’m not here to hand you a journal prompt and hope it lands. I’m here to track what your body’s been trying to say while everyone else tried to mindset it into silence.

You don’t need pep talks.
You need someone who can read your system like it’s giving off coordinates, and knows what to do when it does.

Who’s this work for?:

  • Self-led humans with sharp minds and fried baselines

  • The ones who take ownership like a religion,  but are done forcing their way to being “regulated”

  • Men. Women. The wildly capable, who don’t want a hand to hold, just someone who actually gets what their system’s been trying to do

What my work looks like:

Calibrated as Fuck™

  • Precision body-reading that bypasses your logic and clocks what your system’s still holding

  • Timeline recalibration that finds the exact imprint and flips it, fast

  • Spinal Energetics: your body leads, I listen, and the shift actually lands

No breathy affirmations. No “trust the process” fluff. Just the work your nervous system’s been begging for.

Ready to get under the hood?

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You built all this.
You deserve to feel it land, without clenching your way through it.

STILL FEELING COOKED, EVEN AFTER DOING IT ALL?