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So… Is Your Higher Self the Same as Source?

By The Artful Woman
  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...
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From Root to Heart: A Spiritual Journey That Started at the Bottom

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By The Artful Woman

 


When I first stepped onto the spiritual path, I thought I was signing up to become more intuitive, more psychic, more in tune with the universe. You know — third eye open, messages from the divine, floaty light-beam vibes.

Instead, Spirit had other plans.

I didn’t start at the crown. I started at the root — with trauma, survival, safety, and the deep, messy work of clearing out years of fear and pain. Let’s just say I had to go around my ass to get to my shoulders.

Grounding. Healing old wounds. Pulling up weeds that were planted way before I even had words for them. Facing scarcity. Breaking generational patterns. Rewriting the story of my life. Turns out, before you can open your third eye, you’ve got to heal your survival instincts. Before you can fly, you’ve got to unchain yourself from the ground.

And now, after all the clearing and grounding — after reclaiming pieces of myself that were stolen or buried — I’ve landed at the next chapter: the heart.

The truth is, I’ve armored my heart so well it forgot what softness felt like. Trust feels like risk. Vulnerability feels like danger. But everything in my journey keeps pointing me here: heart-centered living, heart math, heart meditations, heart opening. Apparently, this is where I go next.

Grounding through nature has always been easy — she’s been my safe place. But heart work? That’s different. That’s trust. That’s openness. And no, I’m not ripping all my armor off at once. I’m easing into it. On my own terms.

This spiritual journey hasn’t been cute or linear or always Instagram-worthy. It’s raw and real and funny in all the wrong places. I’ve been through the fire and came out with my sense of humor intact. I’m a little weird, a little wild, and totally myself. And that? That’s my magic.

I don’t want to be anyone else. I like me. I’m strong, I’m funny, I’m real. I want to help others while I help myself. I’m ready to stop surviving and start thriving — to choose joy, abundance, and peace. And I’m no longer asking “Why not me?” with despair. I’m saying it now with power.

From the root to the heart, I’m healing from the bottom up — and laughing my ass off the whole way through.

So if you’re ready to start untangling, grounding, and maybe even cracking your heart open a little, come walk with me. We’ll figure it out together — one layer, one laugh, one breakthrough at a time.

Start living like your life is the masterpiece it’s meant to be — book your Artful Living Coaching session today.


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