Artful Living Coaching by Jean Marshall The Artful Woman

  Why I’m Still Here By Jean Marshall I’ve asked myself the question more times than I can count: Why am I still here? After a stroke that changed my life five years ago, I thought I had already learned resilience. I thought I had already been tested. But then came the accident — a beautiful September morning that shattered my body, altered my future, and once again forced me to start over from the ground up. There are days I still can’t fully understand it. One man’s poor decision, one wrong moment, and everything changed. My bones broke. My leg was lost. My body shut down. My life — the one I’d built with so much effort — came to a stop. But somehow, my heart didn’t. They tell me it took over twenty doctors and nurses to keep me alive that day. I was in an induced coma, held together by machines, prayers, and the hands of strangers. There were moments I thought I was dying — I even said my last prayers. But each time I surrendered, something unseen pulled me back. Something...

  Not exactly. Think of it like this: Source is the origin —pure consciousness, God/Goddess/Divine Light, whatever you want to call it. It’s the everything-and-nothing energy from which all things come. Your Higher Self is your personal bridge to Source. It’s your soul in its purest form , untainted by fear, ego, or human distortion. Your Higher Self is you , just on the zoomed-out level —the version of you that remembers the full story, all lifetimes, all lessons, all missions. So: Source is the sun. Your Higher Self is the sunbeam that still holds its essence but is uniquely you . Is Your Higher Self Your Soul? Pretty much— but here's the nuance: Your soul is eternal. It’s the part of you that has lived countless lives. Your Higher Self is like the fully awakened version of your soul —the one not currently squeezed into a human body trying to pay bills and avoid family drama. When you're in human form, you're kind of like the tip of the i...

  Five Elements test , inspired by Traditional Chinese Medicine. You can do it right here—no website needed. Just choose the option in each pair that feels most like you right now. Tally up the letters to see which element shows up strongest for you. Five Elements Quick Self-Test: Question 1: Which resonates most with how you’re feeling now? A. You’re confident, driven, and don’t shy away from challenges. B. You’re emotionally attuned, intuitive, and sometimes a bit anxious. C. You’re nurturing, centered in routine, and deeply caring. D. You’re disciplined, structured, and prefer clarity over chaos. E. You’re introspective, wise, and sensitive to energy shifts. Question 2: Which visual or tonal quality fits you? A. Tall, lean, spring-like—always pushing forward. B. Warm, magnetic, full of light and connection. C. Grounded, stable, calming presence. D. High contrast, poised, precise and clean. E. Fluid, deep, calm—like a still or moving body of water. Question 3: Whi...

Transmuting light, shadow, and truth into sacred art. I’m not here to fit into boxes or repeat what’s already been done. I’m here to transmute. As a photographer, energy worker, sound healer, and eternal student of life, I’ve walked through deep challenges — surviving a stroke, leaving toxic relationships, confronting scarcity, and rebuilding my entire life from the ground up. These experiences have shaped me into more than just a healer… they’ve made me an Alchemist. The Alchemist doesn’t belong to any one tradition but honors all truths. They ask questions that cut through illusion. They hold science and spirit, logic and intuition, creativity and clarity. And above all—they transform. I work with sound, vibration, energy, and sacred ceremony to bring people back into alignment with their own truth. I don’t claim to “fix” anyone—my role is to hold space for your light to come back online. Whether through photography that sees your essence, sound that clears your energy, or ritual...

The other day, I had what I can only call a Satori moment — a sudden burst of awareness that cracked me open just enough to see something I’d been avoiding. I was sitting there, letting myself drift into joy. I was visualizing the things I want to create — and what my future would look like, all flowing together in ways that light me up. I could feel the happiness start to bubble up inside me. That fizzy, almost electric sensation that says yes, this is the life I’m creating . Then — boom — shutdown. I blocked it. Just like that. A familiar wall. That subtle, silent sabotage whispering, “Don’t feel too much. Don’t get too excited. What if it doesn’t happen?” It was as if some hidden part of me whispered, Don’t get your hopes up… what if it doesn’t happen? I could feel myself shutting the door on joy before it could fully enter. That lie dressed up like protection. And then, I said it: “Do I have a heart wall?” And suddenly—tears. Full-body truth. That wasn’t just a question. That ...

  After my stroke, I reached a point where I was physically and emotionally exhausted in a way that nothing else could explain. I was carrying dense, heavy energy — layers and layers of unresolved trauma, fear, guilt, and stagnant emotion that had accumulated over decades. At almost 60 years old, that energy wasn’t just psychological—it was in my body, in my biofield, in my meridians . And that energy overload wasn’t just tiring—it was blocking me from moving forward, healing, or even resting properly. But here’s the catch: most people never learn how to clear that stuff, how to gently release it without retraumatizing themselves, or how to restore balance when everything feels stuck. That’s the invisible trap. If you don’t clear it, it builds. It thickens. And eventually, it can stop you in your tracks. Why This Matters in the Healing Journey It’s a real experience—one that many people don’t talk about because it’s invisible and confusing. It’s a sign that healing is...

  For a long time, I lived in quiet confusion. I was a Christian—still am. I believe in God. I believe in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. And yet, the deeper I went on my healing journey, the more I started asking questions that didn’t fit into the version of faith I was raised in. They say, “Let go and let God.” They say, “Just trust. Just believe.” They say, “God will provide.” But what about when you’re suffering? When you don’t know where your next dollar is coming from? When you’re breaking down in your living room wondering if you’re being punished for doing something “wrong”? Where is God in the day-to-day pain? For most of my life, I believed that suffering was part of being faithful. That the guilt, fear, and shame were somehow holy burdens to carry. That if I just prayed harder, stayed obedient, trusted blindly, and never questioned God, maybe—just maybe—I’d be worthy of His favor. But no matter how faithful I was, I kept suffering. And deep down, I was terrif...

There’s a quiet shame that comes with being scammed, manipulated, or used—especially when it’s cloaked in the language of “abundance,” “positivity,” or so-called “personal development.” I didn’t realize until recently just how deeply these betrayals had imprinted on my nervous system, how much they contributed to the fear and hesitation I still feel when it comes to investing in myself or trusting new paths. What follows is my story—but it’s also a lesson in how betrayal can hijack your inner compass, and how reclaiming your power is possible. The False Promise of MLMs & Financial Shame At first, the promise seemed real. The “opportunity” was wrapped in smooth talkers who spoke of empowerment, mindset shifts, and abundance. But behind the buzzwords was manipulation—designed to hook your trust, take your money, and leave you questioning your own judgment. I lost more than money. I lost self-trust. Confidence. Even my sense of safety in my own intuition. The difference between ...

  I had a dream about fractals. The weird thing is, I don’t really know what fractals are. I’ve heard the word before—maybe in something Dr. Joe Dispenza said, or in passing during a Gaia meditation where all these patterns kept morphing and changing—but that’s about it. I’ve never studied them, never thought about them deeply, and yet, in this dream, I kept pointing them out to someone. I was telling them they had to look at the fractals, like it was urgent. It stuck with me after I woke up. It felt important, but I didn’t know why. What’s also weird is that this happened right after I brought home a bunch of new crystals and stones from a rock sale: Kunzite, Black Kyanite, Citrine, Dendritic, Mexican Lace Agate, Chrysoprase, Uvarovite, Mahogany Obsidian, and Gold Dust Obsidian. I don’t even fully know what all of them do—I just went with what I was drawn to. I brought them home and lined them up on shelves, giving them a place and some attention. And that same day, I bought ...