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Walking the Edge: My Journey as an Empath Learning to Protect, Heal, and Shine

By The Artful Woman
For as long as I can remember, I’ve sensed things others couldn’t. Energies, presences, whispers from another realm—all mixed into the fabric of my everyday life. It wasn’t until much later that I understood why: I’m an empath. Being an empath means I absorb emotions and energies around me, sometimes to the point where it feels overwhelming. Negative energies, draining people—what I call “energy vampires” or “soul snatchers”—can knock me off balance if I’m not careful. For a long time, this sensitivity felt like a curse. But now, I see it as a gift—a calling. Encounters Beyond the Veil Throughout my life, I’ve had moments that defy logic. One night driving past a cemetery, I saw a pink orb-like form linger around my car. It felt playful and curious, not frightening—a gentle energy reaching out across the veil. But it wasn’t one of my guardian angels. I’ve felt their presence in other ways, and this orb was something else—something that just passed through, maybe just drawn to my l...
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Why I’m Studying Psychic and Intuitive Abilities, Energy Cleansing, and Reiki as a Christian

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By The Artful Woman




In 2020, I experienced an ischemic stroke that changed my life. Even before the stroke, I suffered from chronic migraines and a persistent sensation of knots or blockages on the side of my head and face. After extensive testing and consultations with specialists, no definitive cause was identified. Conventional treatments didn’t address the issue, leaving me to believe that the root cause might be something deeper—possibly an energy blockage.

As a Christian, I believe in God, Jesus, and the power of prayer. My faith is my foundation, and I love the Lord with all my heart. However, I’ve been grappling with a recurring sense of disconnection—feeling as though my spirit and body are misaligned. This feeling has surfaced at different points in my life.

One of the most striking instances occurred in my youth when, after two weeks of reckless partying and experimenting with drugs, I experienced an out-of-body sensation. It felt as if my soul was leaving my body. I vividly remember summoning the energy to pull my spirit back, an experience that left me profoundly shaken. I knew then that I needed to change my life, and I left drugs behind for good.

Years later, I encountered this disconnection again while working in a toxic environment. The negativity in that space was so overwhelming that I felt my spirit detach every morning as I drove to work, observing myself from outside my body. That job drained me spiritually, reinforcing the importance of protecting my energy and staying aligned with light and positivity.

After my stroke, I faced this disconnection once more. While rehabilitation helped restore my physical strength, it did nothing for my spirit. I knew I needed to take charge of my recovery, not just physically but spiritually as well. I left rehab determined to heal myself holistically.

Now, I am on a journey to rediscover the connection between my body, soul, and spirit. Something within me tells me that the answer lies in energy—perhaps a blockage or imbalance that I need to understand and resolve. This intuition has led me to explore psychic and intuitive abilities, energy cleansing through chakras, and Reiki. These practices are tools to help me bridge the gap between my physical and spiritual selves.

While I remain deeply rooted in my Christian faith, I believe that God works through many avenues, and this exploration is a part of my healing journey. I am committed to discovering how to realign my energy, reconnect with my spirit, and live fully in harmony with the body God has given me.

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