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So… Is Your Higher Self the Same as Source?

  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...

Hitting the Wall: When Your Energy Says “Enough”

 


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 isn’t just about positive thinking or “faith” alone; it’s about energetic maintenance.

  • It explains why so many people with trauma or chronic illness feel like they’re hitting a wall no matter what they do.

  • It sets the stage for teaching others how to clear, ground, and restore themselves safely and effectively.


Insert from my upcoming book:

I had my stroke during COVID. I was supposed to be in rehab to get physically stronger — that’s what they told me. I was recruited into the facility with the promise of getting me moving right away. But instead, I laid in a bed for three days — untouched, ignored, like a body without a story. Time was of the essence, and as the hours slipped by, I realized the deeper truth: not only was my body broken, but my spirit was too. In that numb, sterile room, something inside me stirred awake.

It wasn’t just my body that had shattered. No amount of physical therapy could reach the heaviness I felt in my chest, my gut, the places doctors don’t check. I didn’t have words for it then, but I knew it wasn’t medical — it was spiritual. Dense, heavy, ancient, like I’d been carrying it for lifetimes.

And that’s when I made a choice. I knew I would fight harder for myself than anyone else ever could. I knew if I went home, I would start my rehabilitation right away, instead of lying in that bed, waiting for false promises to come true. So I checked myself out. Not because I was healed, but because I understood the healing I needed wasn’t going to happen in a hospital. My body was broken, yes — but my soul was begging me to come home. That was the day I realized my real rehab had nothing to do with medicine, and everything to do with going inward.


 If you’d like to explore the same powerful tools that helped me, reach out at Artful Living Coaching. Together, we can shift the energy that’s been holding you back and open the door to your own healing.

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