To think and act as if the light withing me can shine upon the darkness brings me to a very humble place. A place where simply listening can be the one thing someone needs the most. Because they may find the answer to a question unasked.

“What do you think I should do” becomes what I would want for myself…to be cradled in the wings of angels night and day.

The light in me asked for help during a drive and then listening. Listening to the radio sing “Abracadabra” which to me meant my request was heard and received. All I needed to do was let go.

And then, miraculously, I got exactly what I asked for. Of course.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers

A bit of background story is needed for this one. I had traveled very, very far to visit my mother but her anxiety got the best of her and she just could not bring herself to open the door. I was prepared for this scenario but was also determined to see her. So, I dropped off a bag of gifts for my mom, hoping they would be received as intended – loving kindness. She did receive them. “Wow, wow, wow!” But then the next day she still was too anxious to see me. So, I decided to take a short trip and ask my dad for help. He had passed over a year ago and every once in a while I ask him for guidance. The guidance from him comes through songs either streamed or on the radio. I am a clairaudient, so my audio perception is very sensitive. Anyway, I asked my dad for help with my mom (they had been divorced for over 49 years but were once in love and I believe they are very connected). I made the request and then turned on the radio. On the radio, the song “Abracadabra” played. That was all I needed to know that my dad had received my request and to consider it done. I let it go, went out for breakfast, visited a tiny museum and thrift store in Needles, CA. The conversations I had with the museum director and with the cashier at the thrift store were very special. I mentioned I was in the area to visit my mom to both of the people and purchased several books for 50 cents each for my mom who loves to read. I then drove back to the house I rented which was less than a mile from my mom. I walked in, kicked off my shoes and then checked my messages. “Yes, I would love to see you.” It was a message from my mom! I gasped with joy and then sent a message back, “Ok, I’ll be right over.” I then spent a somewhat exhausting afternoon listening to her talk about wanting to move into an apartment. The next day, I asked for guidance again. How could I manage the visit so that it wasn’t so draining for both of us? The advice was to get out of the house . . . which we did. My mom rarely gets out of the house because she can’t drive, she does not hear very well, has no family that lives nearby and she does not ask for rides from her roommate. We went to lunch and she completely enjoyed herself. The best part was watching her devour the food slowly but with much gratitude. And then we went grocery shopping. She usually orders her groceries to be delivered so to visit a grocery store after several years can be quite overwhelming. She did great though and I hope I did too.

We went from, “I’m sorry, I don’t feel well and can’t see you.” to “I think God sent you to me. Thank you so much for everything. I feel normal.”