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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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Ocean Rescue: A Split-Second Miracle

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By The Artful Woman

 The beach was my usual hangout that day. I sat on a rock, watching the waves roll in, feeling pretty good about myself. A particularly strong set of waves surged forward, and one wave, bigger than the others, slammed into me. Knocked off the rock, I was thrown into the churning water. Disoriented, I fought to stay afloat, the riptide's relentless pull dragging me further in.

Then, I saw her. A small figure caught in the current too – a girl, maybe ten years old.

In that split second, something extraordinary happened. It was a surge of strength I never knew I possessed, a superhuman power that propelled over to her.  

Reaching the girl, I grabbed her and clung to a nearby boulder. Waves crashed over us, a relentless assault. But with this newfound strength, I held on, protecting her and myself until the waves finally subsided.

Later, looking at my hands, I realized the extent of that strength. The rocks were embedded in my fingers, a testament to the raw power that had taken over. My friend, who had witnessed the whole ordeal, approached me in disbelief. "Did that really just happen?" he asked, echoing my own thoughts.

One moment I was struggling against the current, the next, I was saving a life. There's only one explanation for that surge of strength – a divine intervention, a miracle that unfolded in the blink of an eye.



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