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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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A Miracle Rescue at the Jetties

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By The Artful Woman


One day, my niece, nephew, and I were at the beach enjoying the tide pools—a favorite spot of mine in Laguna Beach, CA. My brother-in-law joined us, and I suggested he try sitting between two rock jetties where the waves would wash over him like a natural Jacuzzi. It was a refreshing and relaxing spot I thought he’d enjoy.

He decided to give it a try, but before long, he got swept away by the powerful waves. At first, I wasn’t sure if he was struggling or just playing around. But as the waves kept pulling him deeper and deeper, it became clear he was in real trouble. I yelled to him, “Are you okay? Do you need help?” He nodded frantically, signaling that he couldn’t get back to shore on his own.

The situation was dire. The narrow space between the jetties was lined with jagged rocks, and the waves were relentless. None of us were strong enough to swim out and bring him back, and my brother-in-law was a big man—far too heavy for any of us to manage on our own. Plus, I was with my niece and nephew, who were just kids at the time.

The only solution I could think of was to form a human chain. I had my niece and nephew lock hands, anchoring themselves firmly on the sand while I extended myself as far as I could toward the water. Inch by inch, I leaned further out until my brother-in-law was close enough to grab my hand. With the kids holding onto me and pulling with all their strength, we managed to drag him back to safety.

Honestly, I don’t know how we did it. The waves were so strong, and the situation seemed almost impossible. Looking back, it felt like nothing short of a miracle that we pulled him in without anyone getting hurt. My brother-in-law wasn’t scratched or thrown into the rocks. When we finally got him onto the shore, he collapsed, breathing heavily and completely exhausted.

My niece and nephew, who were maybe 10 or 11 years old at the time, showed incredible bravery and strength for their age. It was a moment I’ll never forget—a harrowing experience that turned out okay against all odds.

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