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Clear Channel: A Guide for the Newly Awakening
Clear Channel: A Guide for the Newly Awakening
Clear Channel: A Guide for the Newly Awakening
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You are experiencing phenomena you cant explain: You know the phone is going to ring before it does. You feel a friends emotions as you stand close by. You awaken at the same time every night, feeling like you need to do somethingbut what? You see a glow around people. You sense a presence in the room, but cant see anyone. You feel warmth in your hand as you rest it on your sick friends shoulder. You become restless because of a growing feeling that there is something you came to this life to doa divine purposewhat is it? You see people who have died and it frightens you.
Are you alone in your experiences? Are you imagining things? Worse yet, are you going crazy?
In Clear Channel: A Guide for the Newly Awakening, Wendy Joy uses personal experiences to help the reader navigate their own spiritual awakening. She explains these phenomena and more and provides techniques to ease the readers journey.

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PublisherBalboa Press
Release dateAug 25, 2011
ISBN9781452533339
Clear Channel: A Guide for the Newly Awakening
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Wendy Joy

Trained as a Speech Language Pathologist specializing in brain trauma, Wendy Joy now practices many holistic healing techniques and assists others with their own spiritual awakening through consultation and lectures. Visit www.wendyjoy.net to learn more. A portion of the author’s royalties from this book are being donated to charity.

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    Clear Channel - Wendy Joy

    Copyright © 2011 Wendy Joy

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    The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.

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    ISBN: 978-1-4525-3332-2 (sc)

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    Library of Congress Control Number: 2011903947

    Printed in the United States of America

    Balboa Press rev. date: 8/22/2011

    Contents

    A Book of Remembering

    Disclaimer

    Acknowledgments

    Foreword

    Introduction

    Chapter 1

    Energy

    Can You Feel It?

    Chapter 2

    Building to Conscious Contact

    Intuition and Beyond

    Chapter 3

    Allowing and Prayer

    Be Open

    Chapter 4

    Speak the Truth

    What’s Your Truth?

    Chapter 5

    Awakenings

    Everybody Up!

    Chapter 6

    Operate from Love

    Are You Feeling the Love?

    Chapter 7

    Fluctuations

    Here We Go Again

    Chapter 8

    Healing

    You Are Perfect and Whole

    Chapter 9

    Be Well

    Additional Healing Concepts

    Chapter 10

    Know Your Power

    You Are Powerful

    Chapter 11

    Divine Life Purpose

    Live Your Joy

    Chapter 12

    Clearing Energy

    Get Unstuck!

    Chapter 13

    Support from Others

    Don’t Go It Alone

    Chapter 14

    Jesus

    A Loving Role Model

    Chapter 15

    Ghosts

    Who’s There?

    Conclusion

    Or Is This Just The Beginning?

    Notes

    About the Author

    In Loving Memory of Karen—

    You lived your life well.

    You touched so many lives in ways you never understood.

    You showed me what friendship is.

    Thank you for your love.

    I love you, too.

    Wendy

    To

    Mary, Joanna & James

    You have my eternal love.

    To

    The Others –

    Remember who you are.

    We welcome you when you are ready.

    Be Well,

    Rebekah

    A Book of Remembering

    Disclaimer

    I stand behind the content of this book in the sense that it is absolutely true for me at this point in time. I reserve the right to modify it as I am presented with new guidance. Occasionally, I am presented with an updated or expanded truth after I’ve incorporated the one given previously. I would ask that you evaluate the ideas presented against your own guidance as well, and that you seek professional guidance when making medical/healing decisions. Never give your power away by blindly accepting what others say. That includes me.

    Acknowledgments

    Writing this book was one of the most humbling yet exciting events of my life. I am fully aware that I did not write it on my own. I had tremendous assistance from the spiritual and physical worlds. For this blessing, I am eternally grateful.

    Foremost, I’d like to thank Frank, my partner in this life, for your continual support. We’ve known each other for most of this lifetime and you have always allowed me to be who I am—even when that shifted completely.

    Julie, I don’t know the words to thank you for how you’ve transformed my life. I believe that being around your energy is what triggered my awakening. What bigger gift is there than that?

    Andrea, how far we’ve come together. What a beautiful plan it was to learn from each other as we went through this awakening. I can’t wait to see where God leads us from here.

    Tracy, how fortunate I am to have you in my life. Your many questions helped me clarify my thinking so I could learn the lessons more fully. I love that you always thought I’d know the answers!

    Karen, I miss you deeply. You taught me true friendship. I’ve never seen anyone care for friends like you did. Your life was hard and much too short, but you taught us many lessons. You experienced pain, but you also grasped onto and acknowledged the joy in life like no one I’ve ever seen. Please keep watching over me, Frank, and your red-headed kids.

    Eric and Molly, my son and daughter, you are my inspirations. I love it that energy and Angels are such a natural part of your world. You’ve taught me more in these few short years than you’ll ever know.

    To my mom and dad, Henrietta and Ronald Schofield; my mother-in-law, Betty Ellmo; and my aunt, Dorothy Wood, thank you for your love, generosity and support. I appreciate how you always jumped in to help us hold things together logistically. Thanks also for going through this shift without judgment. Poppy, I miss you.

    Will Linville, you provided so much guidance, clarity and healing when it was so needed. Your love of life and all people is an example for the world. When I was frustrated, it gave me strength just knowing you were there with answers that would change my perspective.

    Thank you, Joy Gardner, for your masterful editing. Your wonderful command of the language and your knowledge of the content made you the perfect choice.

    To my many clients and friends, I give thanks. You taught me so many things that you will see in these pages.

    Spirit—all the Angels, guides, Avatars, elementals and others who came to help me—thank you. This book became what it is supposed to be because of you.

    May this book be and do all that God intended.

    Foreword

    By Joy Gardner

    Foreword by Joy Gardner

    I wish I had a book like this back in the sixties, when I was experiencing my own spiritual awakening. I felt like a stranger in a strange land. There were no guideposts, and I vacillated between feeling like some sort of saint and feeling like a madwoman. I questioned every impulse; I second-guessed my guidance; and I doubted the insights that came unbidden.

    This is the perfect guidebook to help beginners navigate the fierce, tumultuous and glorious waters of their own soul journeys. Even more than that, this book provides alternative healing practitioners—and their students—with an overwhelming sense of certainty that this work is real, valid, and powerful! Even if you’re experienced at holistic healing, it’s hard to avoid what Wendy calls the Collective Consciousness, which tells us that the work we are doing is simply not possible!

    Thank you, Wendy, for strengthening my own belief in myself, and allowing me to feel even more confident about the incredible work I am doing! You’ve strengthened my faith in myself, in my Angels, and in God, and you’ve done so in a truly entertaining way. What more could a book possibly do?

    —Joy Gardner, author of eleven books, including Vibrational Healing through the Chakras with Light, Color, Sound, Crystals and Aromatherapy and Director of the Vibrational Healing Certification Program.

    Introduction

    I’m a Speech Language Pathologist, a wife, and the mother of two teenage children. When this story began, I was working for a prestigious brain trauma facility on the East Coast. My spiritual awakening started when I saw a For Sale by Owner sign on a house on the coast of North Carolina. I began to see things, feel things, and know things that I never knew before.

    But I’m getting ahead of myself… . 

    I was raised as a Protestant. I was a good girl. I went to church regularly and I enjoyed it. Church was a social place for me; not a spiritual one. I learned to have good morals and do unto others as I would have them do unto me. I didn’t get a sense of spirituality or God or Angels. I never felt heavenly support.

    Nothing occurred that sent me looking for more information or hope of a Higher Power. I grew up thinking that the familiar Biblical quotes, like, The truth shall set you free, or Ask and it is given, were good guidelines to follow so we could all get along.

    I was an athlete and scholar in high school. I worked hard and tried to do the right thing.

    When I was seventeen, I was riding in a car with some friends when the car was broadsided as we crossed a highway at a faulty traffic light. I was thrown out of the backseat, flipped in the air and I landed on the back of my head in the middle of an intersection. I guess I blacked out for a while because my next memory was of awakening moments later with a knowing in my head: Get up. It’s not safe here. I stumbled up to a curb and sat down, looking at the pretty red drops dripping onto my knee.

    I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, treated and released. I had a concussion and the bones in my neck were badly misaligned. I immediately went back to school, to my part-time job at a pizzeria and my life as usual—except that I was in continuous pain. I had a headache that lasted two years, and neck and back pain that lasted twenty-two years.

    Frank had been in a car behind us. He started coming by my parents’ house to check on me. He was nineteen. I could talk to him about anything. We talked a lot about existentialism and the meaning of life. It bothered me that I almost died and yet I saw no purpose in life or death. I couldn’t account for the minutes I was unconscious. There was just nothing; not even darkness. Nothing. I reasoned that that was what death was.

    My chronic pain led to anger at God. How could He do this to me?

    Frank became my best friend. A few months later, without even kissing him, I realized I was in love.

    Frank had a firm Catholic faith, but he didn’t really share it with me, probably because he knew I couldn’t hear it at that point.

    Mom soon became aware that I was forgetting things. She had to drop off a lot of forgotten lunches and assignments at school. Andrea, my good friend since grade school, realized, too. I didn’t notice.

    My college search began and I found the perfect school in North Carolina—five hundred miles away from my home in New Jersey. I always dreamed of going away to college, and Frank understood. That September I left for Duke University. I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest.

    At Duke, I had difficulty with attention and concentration. It took me much longer to do assignments that would have been quick for me in the past. I couldn’t focus my attention, and my memory was bad. I was pulling off good grades, but the effort was crippling. I didn’t relate it to the car accident because the doctors told me I was fine.

    During my first summer break, my mother heard a public service announcement sponsored by the Brain Injury Association of America about post concussive syndrome and she thought it sounded like me. She found a brain injury program nearby and they scheduled me for Speech Therapy and Counseling. I wouldn’t talk to the Counselor about anything bothering me. I was raised as a stoic English/German and we didn’t do that! Instead, I reserved my feelings for Frank. We had progressed to a romantic relationship and we took every opportunity we could find in our class schedules to visit each other.

    The Speech Language Pathologist was phenomenal. As the title implies, they work on speech (the motor aspects of speaking) and language (how we put our ideas together to communicate them), but they also work on cognition—thinking. This was her focus with me. I was fascinated as she taught me strategies to compensate for my attention and concentration. But I was also mad, because I didn’t want to compensate; I wanted it to be fixed. But I was amazed by all that went into the process of thinking and how to improve it when it went wrong. I was also fascinated by the patients with brain injuries that I met there; they were all so unique and brave.

    I returned to Duke for my sophomore year, with a new determination to become a Speech Language Pathologist specializing in brain injury. My undergraduate years were still hard, but now I had a strategy for each new situation. I graduated in three years so I could hurry up and go to graduate school, get back to New Jersey and be with Frank—and to prove to myself that I was still smart.

    During this time, as life got better, my anger at God eased. I never believed in a punitive God and I didn’t think there was anything I needed to be punished for, so the accident must have been a random occurrence. I wasn’t even sure I believed in God. I began to think I might be an atheist.

    Following graduation, I married Frank and went to work for the same brain trauma facility that had treated me.

    My life goal was to work hard and do well. Since there was no real purpose to life, I would just achieve as much as I could and live a good life. I treated my clients well and tried to be the best Speech Language Pathologist I could be. I became President of our state Speech Language Pathology association and worked on many state and national committees. I published a book of treatment activities, some papers, and a test for language disorders following brain injury. I was always busy. To me, that was success, and I was happy.

    I was trying to fit yoga into my schedule, to curtail my pain and keep some semblance of the fitness I enjoyed in my younger years. That’s where I met Julie, with her jet-black hair pulled back into a ponytail and just a hint of an accent revealing her Spanish heritage. She was an oncology nurse at a specialized cancer center. She was clearly on a spiritual path (she majored in Comparative Religion) and I could talk to her about almost anything. We became close friends.

    Then Andrea, my friend from high school, moved to a nearby town. We readily reconnected as we relived our high school days and bonded over the joys and stresses of being working moms. It was easy to convince Andrea to join Julie and me for the yoga classes. Andrea and Julie hit it off from the start. I found that Julie’s calm, measured responses served as a good balance to Andrea’s quick wit and call-it-like-I-see-it attitude.

    Many years passed. During the summers, Frank and I loved to take our two kids to vacation at the beach in North Carolina. Sometimes Andrea’s and Julie’s families would join us. We had a favorite island that I learned about from a dear friend who had been my college roommate. Carolyn had spent the summer on the island and raved about it. When Frank and I got married, Carolyn was our bridesmaid. Three months later, she was killed by a drunk driver. I missed her, and I noticed that I felt closer to her when I was on the island. I guess her parents did, too, because they moved there after her death.

    On this trip, I saw the sign for that house for sale that I mentioned earlier. We weren’t looking for a house, but I felt like I was being pulled there by my heart. I don’t know how else to explain it. I called the owner. His name was Peter and he made it sound like it was a major inconvenience to show us the house. He had all kinds of things he needed to do. I persisted and finally he said, Listen, if you can come right now, I’ll show it to you. We went right away.

    Peter rushed us through the house and out the garage. There was a pickup truck backed into the garage with a novelty Duke license plate in the back window. I didn’t mention my connection to Duke because I didn’t get the sense he’d want to talk. I walked around to the front of the truck and there was another Duke license plate. That was too much for me. So I said, Do you have children that went to Duke?

    He looked at me as if for the first time and said, You know, you may be about her age. Do you mind if I ask how old you are?

    I said, Sure, I’m thirty-eight.

    Then he said, Did you know Carolyn Sonzogni?

    She was my roommate.

    We all had goosebumps. Peter said, This is her father’s truck. Had you not come right now, this truck would not have been here. It wasn’t here yesterday and it won’t be here tomorrow. I borrowed it to take some things to a flea market.

    I knew then why I had been pulled to see that house. Carolyn was showing it to me. She liked to crack jokes, so maybe she was doing it just to have fun with me. But where did I get that idea? I didn’t believe in life after death. And yet, this incident opened me up to the idea that there was more going on here than meets the eye. By the way, we never did buy that house.

    That was November. The following spring, our favorite yoga instructor, Lindy, was learning a hands-on energy healing practice called Reiki. She was calling all her students, looking for volunteers to practice on. I was a likely target because of my chronic pain issues. It was a wonderfully calming experience. I didn’t tell her where the pain was, and yet her hands stopped every place I had pain or an injury or a sensation of heat. I had broken both of my elbows rollerblading several years before, and her hands stopped at my elbows even though I no longer felt any pain there. Lindy had known me for several years, so I didn’t think much of it. She could know where my pain was, I rationalized. I was taking the easy way out.

    Following the session, I had a peace I never experienced before. I knew I had to become a Reiki practitioner.

    Evolution and Awakening

    After the Reiki session, I began having strange experiences, where I would know things, sense them and see them. The same thing was happening to Andrea. She and I were initially hesitant to share what was happening because it was so subtle, so hard to describe, so out of the ordinary, and I guess we each felt like maybe we were going crazy. Since Julie was familiar with so many different religions, we each began to share our experiences with her. That’s when we learned that she was having similar revelations, but to a more extreme degree.

    Thank God we shared. I began journaling about what was happening right from the start. I never showed up anywhere with those two ladies without a notebook and pen close by.

    What Julie, Andrea and I began to experience was not unique to us. We, as a species, are evolving into what David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D. calls Homo spiritus,1 spiritual man. According to Hawkins, The term ‘Homo spiritus’ refers to the awakened man who has bridged the evolutionary leap from physical to spiritual, from form to nonform, and from linear to nonlinear.2 Homo spiritus marks a move from the thinking man of Homo sapiens, capable of reasoning and abstraction, to spiritual awareness and recognition of God as Creator and the force behind all things.

    Eckhart Tolle, a spiritual teacher and author who is much loved by Oprah Winfrey, calls us a new species3, "with a new consciousness.4 According to Tolle, in A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose, we are being forced beyond thinking to evolve to a new level of consciousness, to an awakening.5 For Tolle, awakening is becoming aware that you exist beyond your thoughts. There is another self that is capable of looking at the thoughts. For some, the awakening is instantaneous; for others it occurs over time, through ongoing life experiences.

    This change in spirituality is not just happening inside of religious establishments. In fact, the majority of it appears to be happening outside of these institutions, in the hearts of people all around the globe. Tolle writes, We are witnessing… an unprecedented influx of consciousness at this time.6

    A growing number of people are experiencing a knowing that they are here for a purpose, yet are frustrated because they have no idea what it is. Many people are feeling a buzzing or vibration in their bodies, especially in the quiet of the night.

    This doesn’t apply to me, you might say. I haven’t experienced any of this.

    Yet.

    According to Hawkins, this evolution is directly related to a change in the energy of the Earth, which is causing a vibrational shift in man. This evolution

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