Jean Marshall The Artful Woman

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Jesus Was Never a Christian: Untangling Faith, Fear, and Direct Connection to God

“Jesus Was Never a Christian: Untangling Faith, Fear, and Direct Connection to God” There comes a point in many spiritual journeys where the questions stop being theoretical and start becoming deeply personal. I found myself there recently — asking questions I once avoided. If Jesus wasn’t a Christian, then what exactly is Christianity? And if God isn’t inside a religion, then what am I actually relating to? The truth is simple, but not always easy to sit with: Jesus Christ was not a Christian. He was a Jewish teacher living within his own time, culture, and spiritual tradition. Christianity formed after his life, when his followers began trying to make sense of his teachings, his death, and what they believed was his resurrection. Over time, those early communities evolved into structured systems — what eventually became the Church. Through councils, leadership structures, and political influence from figures like Constantine the Great , Christianity became an organized...

My Body Is Not a Machine: Learning to Rebuild After Trauma Without Losing Myself

A raw reflection on rebuilding life after stroke, amputation, and chronic pain, exploring the balance between movement, rest, and nervous system healing without losing identity or strength. There’s a strange thing that happens after major trauma. People expect you to slow down. To be fragile. To disappear into recovery. But that’s not what happens inside me. Inside me, there’s still a drive. A fire. A pull toward movement, toward strength, toward doing something—anything—that makes me feel like I’m still here. Because I’ve survived things most people don’t see up close: a stroke, major fractures, organ failure, amputation, and a body that has had to rebuild itself from the inside out. So when I say I want to move again, I mean it in every part of me. But I’ve also learned something important: My body is not a machine. It’s not bionic. It’s not something I can push endlessly without consequence. It is living tissue that remembers everything it has survived. And somet...

I Survived. And That’s Not the Whole Story.

Nine months after surviving a catastrophic car accident and losing her leg, Jean shares the hidden reality of trauma, grief, anger, and rebuilding a life that will never be the same. A deeply honest reflection on survival, healing, and what comes after simply staying alive. People like to say, “But you survived.” They say it like it’s the end of the sentence. Like survival wraps everything up neatly with a bow. It doesn’t. I survived my accident. I also lost my leg. And those two truths exist at the same time. Survival isn’t a finish line. It’s the beginning of a long, quiet aftermath that no one prepares you for. The part where the adrenaline fades, the visitors go home, and you’re left alone in your body at night — in pain, awake, thinking. That’s where grief lives. Not the dramatic kind. The relentless kind. The kind that shows up when you can’t get comfortable in bed. When nerve pain lights up your body. When you realize your future won’t look the way you planned...

Unhooking Guilt: Letting Go of Blame, Spiritual Pressure, and the Myth of Purpose

I didn’t set out to question everything I believed—I set out to understand why I felt so heavy. Why I felt stuck, why I carried the weight of the world in my body, and why rest never seemed to touch an exhaustion that went deeper than physical fatigue. I’m a deep thinker and a deep feeler, an empath who absorbs people, environments, energy, and emotion—often without realizing it. For most of my life, I didn’t have language for that experience. I only had rules. Those rules were shaped early by Catholicism: guilt, shame, sin, hellfire—the idea that something was fundamentally wrong with me, even as a child. At home, a different but familiar system reinforced it: blame. Everything was my fault. Sometimes it was, but more often it wasn’t. Still, I learned that it was safer to take responsibility than to question the chaos around me. If I owned the blame, maybe I could prevent escalation. Maybe I could stay safe. And so a pattern formed: if something is wrong, it must be me. That beli...

Nine Months Since My Accident — My Recovery Journey So Far

Today marks exactly nine months since my tragic accident. The first part of it, I don’t remember because I was in an induced coma. I only know what happened through a friend who was there for every surgery. I barely remember ICU, when I was transferred to acute care. And when I was moved to the main floor, all I remember is having one life-saving machine after another slowly removed from my body—starting with dialysis, then the trach and breathing tubes, the Foley urinary catheter bag, and then my feeding tube. From there, I slowly began to eat again. Little by little, but the hospital food was terrible. I had to be on puréed food after the tubes were removed from my throat; it was so disgusting that I couldn’t eat it. They told me I had to eat at least 70% of it, but there was nowhere to hide or throw it away, so my sister would eat it for me. I stayed on puréed food for about a week, pretending I was eating it. From there, I graduated to tiny chopped food, then slightly larger ...

From international modeling and world travel to surviving stroke, cancer, and amputation—a story of resilience, reinvention, and rebuilding.

Jean Marshall Runway Show Reel I didn't live my life the way most people do—I lived it in reverse. While most people are grinding their way through life, waiting for retirement so they can finally travel, I was already doing it. Modeling took me all over the world—living in Milan, working across Europe, spending months in Tokyo, and getting to experience places like the Maldives, Seychelles, Morocco, Acapulco, Cabo San Lucas, and Key West. I even lived in Miami for six months back in the 80s, during the city's wild, electric glory days. I didn't wait for life to start. I was in it. I got paid to travel. Paid to step into beauty. Luxury hotels, incredible restaurants, first-class flights, Michelin-star dining—yeah, I lived that life. And I did it when I was young, strong, and fully in my body. And let's be real—I had a lot of fucking fun. Then life decided to throw some shit my way. At 54, I had a stroke. A few years later, I faced basal cell cancer. And now at 60, I...

The Healing Power of Rhythm: Why Drumming Relieves Tension in the Body

T here are moments in healing when the body knows what it needs before the mind understands why. For me, it was the spirit drum. For days, I felt it — a quiet, persistent pull: Play the drum. When I finally did, something shifted almost immediately. The pressure in my body softened. The constant ache, the swelling, the tension I had been carrying — it didn’t disappear completely, but it eased. That experience isn’t random. There are real, grounded reasons why rhythm and drumming can have such a powerful effect on the body. Rhythm Regulates the Nervous System The body operates between two primary states: Stress and survival (fight or flight) Rest and repair A steady drumbeat creates a consistent, predictable rhythm that the nervous system can synchronize with. This process, known as entrainment , helps shift the body out of stress mode and into a more regulated, restorative state. As the body settles, tension begins to release. Muscles soften. Breathing deepens. Th...

I fiercely protect my energy — and let me tell you why.

I fiercely protect my energy — and let me tell you why. For most of my life, I’ve been the type of person people could count on. A good person. Someone who would show up, give, listen, and hold space. But when you’re wired like that, people often mistake it for weakness. Instead of honoring it, they take advantage. They lean on it. They drain it. I call them time bandits, energy thieves, and soul snatchers — people who see your kindness as an open door to take, take, and take some more. And when you don’t have boundaries, they will absolutely drain you. And for me, being an empath only intensified that experience. I feel things deeply. I absorb the emotions, chaos, and energy of the people around me. At first, I didn’t even realize it wasn’t mine. I carried other people’s burdens like they were my own. And when it got too heavy, when the overload became unbearable, I didn’t have tools to release it. So I numbed. I distracted myself. I tried to bury it. But here’s the truth: a lo...

Raising Consciousness in a World Addicted to Fear

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about energy, consciousness, and the power of being together in alignment. As someone who has worked with sound healing, tuning forks, energy clearing, EFT tapping, and meditation practices, I’ve realized something profound: The real magic doesn’t live in the tools themselves. It lives in our consciousness. Over the last several years, life has forced me to understand this on a much deeper level than I ever expected. After surviving a stroke years ago, I thought I already understood trauma, healing, and resilience. Then came my recent catastrophic accident — the kind of experience that changes your nervous system, your perspective, and your entire relationship with life. Trauma changes you. Not just emotionally, but physically, mentally, energetically, and neurologically. When you’ve lived through something terrifying, your nervous system becomes hyper-alert. You start scanning for danger everywhere. And in today’s world, that’s almost impossible ...