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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...

The Candyman Can—But He Couldn’t With Me


Looking back on my childhood, I now understand that I’ve always been an empath. My intuition has been with me for as long as I can remember, guiding me—sometimes even saving me. And when I think about all the things that happened when I was five years old, I realize just how many times I was protected by something beyond logic.

That year, I fell out of a moving truck. I got hit by a car. And then, one morning on my way to kindergarten, I escaped something far worse.

We lived near Horace Mann Elementary School in Anaheim, so my mom had me walk to school by myself. That day, I must have been running a little late because I don’t remember any other kids around.

As I reached the entrance of the school, I noticed a white station wagon. An older man sat inside. He pulled up right in front of me, swung open the passenger door, and called out,

“Little girl, do you want some candy? Come here and get some candy.”

Thinking back, he probably followed me there.

As a child, I loved candy. Any other day, I might have run right up to grab some without thinking twice.

But something inside me—something instinctive—told me not to.

Then he said it.

“Get in the car.”

And I knew.

Without being taught, without anyone ever warning me about strangers and candy and open car doors, I knew.

I didn’t run. I didn’t scream. I just kept walking, pretending I hadn’t heard him.

I never told anyone. Not my mother. Not my father. Not a single soul. I just knew that I wasn’t supposed to get in that car.

And that knowledge, that instinct, saved me.

Another moment where I could have been lost forever—but I wasn’t.

Another miracle.

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