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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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No More Shrinking

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By The Artful Woman

How many times have I shrunk to fit,

Dimmed my light, made my fire unlit?
Softened my power, silenced my grace,
Just to make others feel safe in their space?

I made myself small so they could stand tall,
Blended in, invisible, nothing at all.
Yet I was born to rise, to shine, to be seen,
Not to fade like a forgotten dream.

But when you hide, your light grows dim,
Like a candle flickering in the wind.
And when you’re ready to reclaim your flame,
You start from ashes, not the same.

I regret the moments I stepped aside,
Believed the lie, let my soul subside.
I once stood boldly, fierce and free,
But shrank because they feared me.

Never again.

We each have a purpose, a light to reveal,
A gift to share, a wound to heal.
And when we don’t—when you don’t, too—
The world loses a piece of you.

I now embrace my radiant might,
No more shadows—I am the light.
And when I stand in all I am,
I give others the strength to stand.

By Jean Marshall - The Artful Woman 

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