BOOK, Harmonious Health 4 Life

EXCERPT FROM MY UPCOMING BOOK WRITE PRAY RECOVER:A JOURNEY TO WELLNESS THROUGH SPIRITUAL SOLUTIONS AND SELF CARE—“LOOK UP CHILD”

In order that we experience awareness of others to the extent of connection, and of serving, we must be fully connected to self, and to God/Spirit/Universe. We must authentically live with a heart and mind filled with empathy and logic, remaining steadfast in clear intention, and allow Spirit to guide us. Here are two stories of epic awareness…awareness of self, of another, and of Spirit.

ALWAYS, “LOOK UP CHILD”

As I sat working on Chapter 1 in early July, 2021, to re-edit some of my writing as suggested by my editor at Friesen Press, for more of an even flow of text for the reader to follow, I sat to ponder a title for the chapter that was about the abuse and challenges of my childhood, and subsequently turning to God/Spirit/Universe for support and loving guidance in early 2013 to save my life. I couldn’t think of a title in the moment, so I got up to make some tea and said to myself, “I don’t need a title just yet. I will think about it.” I started into the kitchen to make the tea. As I began to walk towards the kitchen, still in my bedroom where my work space is, and where my music was playing on Pandora, (God/Spirit/Universe always speaks to me through music), the song by Lauren Daigle, “Look Up Child” began to play. I stopped right in my steps, and turned around to look at the bluetooth speaker and saying to myself, and then aloud, “Thank you, Spirit!” I immediately realized that THIS was a spiritual suggestion for the Chapter 1 title! So awesome, and so “normal” in my spiritual connection! I am always given guidance and direction to my highest blessings! I called my son, Matthew, to share that the Universe had just communicated with me with a suggested title that was perfect! I never would have come up with that on my own!

Where are You now

When all I feel is doubt?

Oh, where are You now

When I can’t figure it out?

“You’re not threatened by the war

You’re not shaken by the storm

I know you’re in control

Even in our suffering

Even when it can’t be seen

I know You’re in control

Oh I, I-I-I, I hear You say

I hear You say

Look up child, Look up…” – Lauren Daigle

BRIAN BAILEY…”THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE.”

Recently, as I read my dear friend, Brian’s Instagram page about his own book being prepared for publishing, my heart filled with so much gratitude and love for my friendship with Brian. We met in 2013, shortly after I began my recovery, and Brian had been attending a 12 step meeting that I decided to give a try. It turned out that the 12 step approach was not for me, and instead, I opted to create, and to follow my own holistic “Wellness Approach to Recovery,” however, Brian was the Divine blessing and gift in my short time of attending these meetings. Spirit brings us all that we need…people, situations, and places in the most creative and healing ways. Brian was another “gift along the way” on my path of recovery.

Brian’s journey was one of severe childhood abuse and neglect, being imprisoned and sexually trafficked at the age of four years old, needing the protection of Child Protective Services, living in a foster home. Later on, Brian battled addictions, and other challenges which we know are a direct “trauma response.”

Brian and I became fast friends. One of the kindest and sweetest souls I’ve ever met. In the beginning of my own recovery, I was hosting a radio show on Intention Radio on the internet called, “The Rx Diaries,” and my dear friend Brian, in an attempt to help me to succeed in sharing my own story of lifelong prescription drug addiction and co-occurring disorders, as well as to share his own story to help others, agreed to allow me to interview him for my radio show.

His story was almost unbelievable, yet so true, and more common than we know. It was compelling, chilling, awe inspiring, and probably the most frightening account of abuse and neglect of a child that I had ever heard. As I listened to his account, my stomach tightened, my heart was racing, I felt a rush of tears thinking about what my friend had lived through at the hands of the people who were supposed to protect him, and I found myself completely engrossed in this sweet soul’s account of his “childhood.” My heart literally hurt inside of my chest as I listened, and tried to process Brian’s account of his trauma.

Brian and I enjoyed our friendship time together. I went to see him perform locally in “The King and I,” a brilliant performer, and we took my granddaughter, Rosie, out for lunch in our town, as well as spending lots of time texting and talking on the phone, engaging in many, many meaningful, heartfelt conversations. Eventually, after Brian moved to Rhode Island, (I live in New York) we lost touch, yet I always loved my friend, and my heart smiled when he crossed my mind. He had been such a great comfort to me, as well as a loving support, when I felt completely lost in early 2013 just starting out in my recovery. He was an anchor.

And then, God/Spirit/Universe, had a “reunion” planned for us one late night in 2018, even though we were living states apart, a reunion that would literally save Brian’s life.

Unable to sleep late one night in 2018, approximately 11:00 PM, restless and uneasy, I tapped my Facebook app to log on to divert my busy mind, and I immediately saw my friend Brian doing a Facebook LIVE. Brian was clearly intoxicated, and he seemed hopeless, helpless, and experiencing suicidal ideation. He was not making any sense, and was escalating in his agitation. He was also clearly delusional. I knew I had a limited window of opportunity to help my dear friend. Brian was spiraling, LIVE, in real time. 

He needed help fast. He lived hours away in Rhode Island. I was trying to join him on the LIVE, unsuccessfully, and typing in the LIVE comments as I tried to get his attention, to guide him, and to let him know I was there, to no avail.

Brian was completely oblivious in his mental state and acuity, and was not responding to me. My heart began racing, and all I could do in that moment was to remember my Mental Health First Aid and Suicide Safety training…I’ve taught these steps to thousands in my work throughout my community…”breathe, remain present in order to be clear in stating the facts in order to send for help, and speak confidently. CALL 911.” 

Unfortunately, implementing the ALGEE action plan (Mental Health First Aid-ASSESS for risk of suicide or harm, LISTEN NON-JUDGMENTALLY, GIVE REASSURANCE AND INFORMATION, ENCOURAGE APPROPRIATE PROFESSIONAL HELP, and ENCOURAGE SELF HELP AND OTHER SUPPORT STRATEGIES) associated with my training and education where we attempt to administer Mental Health First Aid until help arrives or until the situation is resolved, was not an option, as I could not reach my friend via phone, Facebook, or text.

I immediately called the police in Brian’s town to assist. I calmly explained what I had just observed on Facebook, and that I was a Recovery Specialist who works in the field of mental health, and asked that they go over to Brian’s home to do a “wellness check.” 

Unbeknownst to Brian, he was about to begin a brand new type of recovery…body, mind and spirit, as I reached out to a friend/colleague who works in the field at a top drug/alcohol/mental health facility in the country…if Brian made the decision to accept the help.

The very next morning, Brian called me while I was at work at the Mental Health Association. He was deeply grateful for my intervention, what we know was “Divine Intervention.” We talked for some time, and I suggested that he allow me to guide him in finding the perfect rehabilitation “fit,” for him so that he could begin a “holistic recovery” through an integrated approach, body, mind, and spirit, aligned with a traditional medical approach. He gratefully agreed.

I stayed close in support of Brian over the next couple of months as he reached out very often to vent, or to talk, or to tell me what he was afraid of as he prepared for treatment. I always took his calls, and checked up on him a few times a week while he awaited an empty bed in the facility. It was like this in every facility. A break down in “supply and demand.” This breakdown was life threatening, so I gratefully stood in as the “transition” until a bed became available. I knew once Brian entered the facility, he would not be allowed to have his phone to continue our communication. I let him know that I would be there in “spirit,” and cheering him on in the background, praying for his wellness, and that I would be here when he returned home, and was ready to speak. I told him that one day we would, together, serve others living with these dis-orders, and now, both of us have written books to serve others.

Brian is doing so well today, and writing his book so that he may share all that he has experienced in order to serve others. Brian has crawled out of the darkness through Spirit’s light and grace, and now shines his light, also led by Spirit, for others to find their own way.

As a young boy being abused, Brian would look up and sing out, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine “to connect to Spirit.”

Here is what he wrote to me in May, 2021.

“EARTH ANGEL! Oh. Do I have your permission to tell our story, because you threw a buoy…my dear!”

What a blessing to have been chosen by Spirit to help my friend in God’s grace! My answer?, “Of course. Anything for you, my dear friend.”

Brian went on to thank me for all of the work that I do daily in being of service to those who are living with Substance Use Disorder, and Mental Illness.

“And bravo for the daily work you BE for guiding our future! Not work for the faint of heart! The work ahead requires complete transparency. Vulnerability. And how we lift each other cause sometimes we cant lift ourselves!”

God/Spirit/Universe guided and used me that night to save Brian’s life. This was the purpose which brought us to cross paths in 2013, as well as Brian being a gift to me along my own recovery journey. And, It was an answer to my daily prayer…

“Today please show me who to see, where to go, what to say, and to whom, to help another person.”

As a matter of routine, I am never up at that late hour, and certainly not on Facebook. I was guided there by our loving Universe. Spirit is always guiding us and using us to serve and support others. If we are open to Divine communication, we are able to see and hear beyond our physical limitations, and truly serve. Humility.

Brian is one of my truest inspirations. What an incredible and brave man and journey. I can’t wait for everyone to hear Brian’s courageous story. 

Love you my dear friend. I am honored to be your friend, and to call you mine, and I’m so grateful to be a part of your story. I cherish our friendship.

Brian’s light is shining once again, and in sharing his story, and in serving others, it becomes brighter and brighter.

My dear Brian, Spirit heard your voice singing, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,” and answered on that late night in 2018.

“Faith that perseveres is faith that is strengthened.” And, it is food for the soul.”

Check back for book release updates. WRITE PRAY RECOVER:A JOURNEY TO WELLNESS THROUGH SPIRITUAL SOLUTIONS AND SELF CARE is tentatively scheduled for publication in December, 2021!

I will also be offering free giveaways, so please check back!

Love, blessings, and gratitude,

Wendy

BOOK, Harmonious Health 4 Life

A BLOCKBUSTER – LOVE, WENDY

When impatience begins to escalate your anxiety, remind yourself to breathe into it, yet do not give into it.

Ask for spiritual strength, and repeat to yourself my favorite quote from “A Course In Miracles, “Those who are certain of the outcome can afford to wait and wait without anxiety.“ This is my mantra for “realignment.”

Then, go deeper as you use this experience to expand your patience and deepen your faith.

It’s about “when,” not “if.”

When the Universe/God/Spirit shows you a preview of what is to come, have faith, and wait with patience and eagerness for “the main event.”

Spirit always shows up with our highest blessings “when” the plot twists unexpectedly.

A blockbuster.”

Love and blessings,

Wendy

BOOK, Harmonious Health 4 Life

A SPIRITUAL WARRIOR – LOVE, WENDY

We must “update” our thinking through truthful self-reflection, and deep soul work, which is how we continue to evolve. We look for connection and meaningful conversation as a constructive tool in resolving conflict and healing, rather than infecting ourselves with anger and frustration. This may be an opportunity to learn, to grow, and to share. This is what I think of as a true spiritual awareness, and awakening…that of a spiritual warrior.

Love and blessings,

Wendy

BOOK, Harmonious Health 4 Life

EXCERPT FROM MY UPCOMING BOOK:WRITE PRAY RECOVER:A JOURNEY TO WELLNESS THROUGH SPIRITUAL SOLUTIONS AND SELF CARE-“WHEN YOU BELIEVE:SPIRITUAL STRENGTH THROUGH THE LENS OF PURE SPIRIT”

“I do feel called to my loving angels and guides, and I believe that when we ask for this relationship, the Universe offers us more love, connection, peace, and joy than we ever dreamed possible. When you remain aligned with the Universe and stay grounded deeply in faith, dreams do come true, and prayers are answered, all in the appropriate timing that the Universe deems “on time.”

When we stay in faith,​ if this is something that resonates, then just ask for your angels to provide you with information that helps you to navigate in your best interest and highest blessings, and that which will protect you. These will be signs that you will completely understand without any doubt, and they will reveal themselves through information, conversations, music, numbers, readings, and a variety of other modalities. This includes simultaneous synchronicities through text messages, emails, through a conversation between others that we may overhear, and any other way that these beautiful Spirits can get your attention. Ask them for a clear sign that only you would understand as a validation of this Divine relationship and presence, and pay close attention. God/Spirit/Universe speaks to us in the most curious yet direct ways, especially when He has been trying to reach us, to no avail, to save our life.

In 2012, I was using prescription drugs heavily, and had been for quite some time. I was barely able to stay awake, or function in a normal capacity, daily. I had been getting strong intuitive messages that I would die if I kept going at the rate of ingesting 2,000 plus pills a month. I just could not stop. I loved being high. There it is…my truth. I did not have to deal with any of the chaos, the noise in my head, the fear, the shame, the memories, the dysfunction that my then husband and I were going through, or face all of the decades of trauma that I had suppressed that often flashed in front of me, triggering my anxiety, fear, and deeper depression. I had absolutely zero coping skills other than my pills, and self harming behaviors.

I always worried obsessively about how many pills I had left…in my purse, and in the house. I would count them over and over and over again, separating them into piles and then figuring out how many days of pills I would have. My mind was deeply unwell, with my brain now hijacked by the toxic substances that I was ingesting. I was living in a completely altered state of mind which stood as my only reality through my drug induced perception. I would ask myself numerous times an hour, “Should I take a few less today? Should I try to skip a dose and hoard away some of them “just in case?” 

“Let me count them again, and while I count, I’ll just pop a couple more pills so that I will feel really calm, and high. Count, and swallow. Count and swallow. Hide them underneath all of my clothes in the back of my drawer. OK, now I need to think up another excuse to tell the “doctor,” (the addiction psychiatrist enabling me for over a decade with more than 2,000 pills a month, now no longer a licensed physician) and the pharmacy as to why I need a refill on the 500-600 Codeine pills they had just filled a week ago, and I need to sound very weak, which in fact, I was from popping way too many pills. My body was “dying,” which was my intention. I did not know how to live, and so in my mind, dying would be my only solution. I had even visited my attorney at the time, and listed every person in my life leaving them my cherished possessions. I was so ready. It became my norm. 

The “doctor” and pharmacy always, always, always, gave me whatever I said I needed. I was calm now for the moment until I got down to about half a bottle of pills. Sometimes, even though I didn’t like alcohol, just to enhance the effects of the pills so that I wouldn’t need to take them again too soon to feel high and numb, I would take a shot of Amaretto. Not often, but in truth, I did.

So, one day in the fall of 2012, I drove down to the pharmacy after speaking with the pharmacist on the phone who told me to “come down” and it would be ready. Hurricane Sandy was slated to come through our area, and so I wanted to make sure that I had plenty of pills in case we lost power, or streets were blocked and I couldn’t get to the pharmacy. It was October 29, 2012. 

It is said that when God wants to get your attention He taps you on the shoulder. If you do not respond, He then gets close and whispers in your ear. Still no response? He hits you right over the head. 

Amen…

The wind driven rain was blowing across the highway as I drove home from only a mile down the road from my home, the wind was howling, and as I turned off of Route 304 and into my driveway, I pushed the button resting in my driver’s side visor to open my garage door from the inside of the car so that I could just pull in and stay dry. The garage opened, I pulled in, closed the garage door using the button that had opened it, walked through the door that goes from the garage into my downstairs family room, and within 3 seconds…1, 2, 3, I heard this loud crash right outside that shook the entire ground and the house. The lights went out. My precious ShiTzu, Max, ran into my arms, and my heart was beating so loudly and fiercely, that I could hear it beating in my ears and felt my chest filling with fright.

Three trees had crashed down to the ground at the top of our driveway taking the telephone poll and wires down with it where I had just come down less than 20 seconds before.

God had indirectly “hit me over the head.” I believe that day, that event was Divinely orchestrated because God had desperately been trying to get my attention for years, to no avail. Those trees and telephone poll and wires were the closest thing He could use to actually “hit me on the head” in order to get my attention. Had I turned into that driveway just a few seconds later, I would have been killed. God/Spirit/Universe took that opportunity to let me know that He meant serious business. Either I get help, or my death would be imminent. I had to ask for help. God/Spirit/Universe only helps those who willingly ask for help. Help is not forced upon us. 

I was trapped in the house, with my precious pup, Max. I couldn’t get my car out of the garage. There was no power and I was too weak to open that heavy door on my own. I passed out, as usual, from all of the pills, and slept through until morning. I picked up Max in my arms and stood out on the deck of my backyard and screamed as loud as I could chanting, “Please help me! I am trapped!” There were no neighbors on either side of me, and the closest houses were quite a distance from where I was standing on the deck. 

My husband and I were going through a divorce, although it was Alan who I ultimately called with about 5% left on my battery of my phone, and he came to help me, and Max.

I was so unwell and did not have the presence of mind that I needed to ask for help until about 5 months later. But I finally did on April 3, 2013.

God saved my life that stormy October day in more than one way. He prevented me from becoming a near casualty of the storm in order to remind me that He was present and all I needed to do was to ask for help to save my life. It was my awakening moment of clarity. 

God/Spirit/Universe spoke to me so clearly that day and I completely understood after that incident what He was saying to me. I just needed time to find the courage to speak my truth, to tell someone that I needed help because I was so unwell and very close to dying, and to tell my family and my children this awful secret that I had been keeping for forty years. Dying to be reborn and to start again. 

And as the saying goes, “There before the Grace of God go I.” It is always God’s love and guidance that gives me strength. I know that I am never alone, and that everything that happens, is designed by Him for my highest blessings. My life was saved. Yes, this is my highest blessing where I now have the opportunity, through God/Spirit/Universe’s loving guidance to serve others living with this disease, and not to mention being given the priceless opportunity to create a new and healthy life for myself, to truly live my life joyously, healthy, and productively with a renewed and deeper relationship to Spirit, to create a new legacy for myself, for my precious adult children, and for my granddaughters, and to experience a profound love of self. As the song says, “There can be miracles when you believe.”

So blessed.

Being aware of Divine experiences that are provided for us, placed right on our path to learn a life lesson that is pure Spirit, affords us the opportunity to connect more deeply, to be guided by our loving Universe for our highest blessings, to learn, to grow, to evolve, and to mindfully change the trajectory of our dis-ease and dis-order to wellness. Wellness is where we stand in our power.

Wellness is always offered to us, and it is always our choice to experience wellness, if we are willing to hear and to see beyond our physical limitations as we are led by Spirit.

Just ask. You will always receive.

“Who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe.

You will when you believe…Just believe.”

Forever…

Amen.