Awakening the Wave Within: Mastering Your Spiritual Gifts

By Wendy A Williams

In Awakening the Wave Within: Mastering Your Spiritual Gifts, Wendy A. Williams tak

• Language: English
• Publisher: A Wave Within LLC
• Release date: Jan 30, 2025
• ISBN: 9798348495725

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PROLOGUE

I’ve had gifts all my life. That’s what I call them—gifts that were given to me to use and help others. It took me half my life to be able to say this. It took fighting against them, hiding them, moving, illness, denial, horrible pain, and healing to finally say it with pride. I was made fun of, hurt beyond belief by people I loved and trusted because of these gifts.

I never understood my grandmother and her silence, and the hidden life she led. She and her mother were also born with these gifts, and it wasn’t until I lost my mother that I truly understood—fully understood—how to embrace my gifts without pain or shame.

My entire life has led me to this moment, to the book you are holding. I have run from this day for most of my life. I want you to know right now that you are not alone. I felt that way for so damn long. I searched and searched, living a life that wasn’t aligned with who I truly am and why I’m here—for more than 30 years.

I just wanted to enjoy the time I’m in now and not write this book. I wanted to keep all the knowledge and experiences to myself. I wanted others to go through the hard knocks like I did. I fought that too, but here I am… letting you in, sharing a little of my story, so you have some of the tools I wish I’d had.

Stay on your path. It’s so worth it.

I’m honored to be here with you, and with each word, I’m sending you love, hope, and the willingness and awareness you need to keep going. I know you have something special to offer too.

It is my hope that as you navigate your light, this book will help you.

P.S. To my 5-year-old inner child: I love you

INTRODUCTION

FUCK. I’m not supposed to die today. Today was supposed to be fun. But I’m drifting fast, trying to resist what feels like a rip current nightmare. I know how to swim, but nothing is working. I’m screaming now. No one can hear me but I’m screaming.

There is so much left for me to do here on Earth. I wanted to write a book, marry again, get a puppy, learn how to surf.

Then I blacked out.

Yes, this really happened. I tell you this as a sort of metaphor for the rest of this book. Every single lesson that got me here was so dramatic… knock-you-out-listen-to-me dramatic. But your journey doesn’t have to be like that. I felt guided to write this book and was told by my grandmother that I had to write it for her… so her voice would be heard.

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When my grandmother was nearing the end of her life, she looked at me with a powerful intensity and said, It’s really important that you write a book. I remember asking her, Why me? I’m nobody special. I can’t see myself writing or speaking in front of people. She just insisted, You have to. It’s your job to. Then she added, It won’t be for a long time, but one day you’ll do it. That was over a decade ago.

Even though it took me all this time, her words have stayed with me, surfacing again and again. As I began awakening to my gifts, I kept coming up against roadblocks. I couldn’t find the help I needed—no reliable resources, no mentors to tell me what was happening. I remember thinking, Someday, I’m going to write a book to help people in my situation—to share what I’ve learned. It became a promise I made to myself: I’ll be that coach, that friend, that lifeline I never had.

Over the years, it felt like life kept nudging me. Any time I’d try to ignore the urge to write, certain doors would suddenly open, while others would dramatically close or new people would come into or out of my life all pointing me back to this path. After my mother passed, that momentum doubled; it felt urgent, like if I didn’t do it, I’d regret it forever. But I’ve started and stopped countless times, doubting myself and questioning whether I had what it takes.

The truth is, I don’t claim to have all the answers. My hope is simply that anyone who picks up this book feels less alone, more validated, and more understood. I want to show you that I’ve been there, that I’m willing to be vulnerable, and that there is a view from up here when you keep climbing. Maybe you’ll only connect with one sentence in these pages, but if that sentence is what you need, then I’ll have done my job. I believe that’s what my grandmother was trying to tell me—get out of your own way, let go of your ego, and let it flow when it’s time.

I’ve been sending out energy to everyone who might read these words, long before the book ever made it to print. Of course, there’s still resistance and doubt—people ask if I’m legit or tease me for what I do. But I’ve reached a point where I no longer care, because I know who I am and what I’ve experienced. Even if our journeys don’t mirror each other exactly, perhaps a piece of mine will resonate with you.

I also want to be real about the obstacles. Every possible challenge has appeared while writing this. At one point, I woke up unable to see out of one eye for two hours, which was terrifying. I can’t fully explain it, but I believe it was my body’s way of releasing something—calling my attention to a part of myself that needed to heal. We all face moments like these when we begin opening to our gifts. It might not be your vision; it could be any number of things but consider it a sign you’re on the right track. Sometimes, the biggest breakthroughs come wrapped in our deepest fears.

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I’ve noticed something throughout my journey—these repeating themes or patterns that kept appearing, even when I wasn’t looking for them. One thing that really stood out was how, once I decided I was going to write this book, authors seemed to pop up everywhere. They’d be placed next to me at events, or they’d randomly message me through my website. At first, I couldn’t see why I was suddenly surrounded by authors, but in hindsight, I realize they were offering me exactly the kind of information and inspiration I’d need for my own writing process.

Some of these messages came in the form of a stray piece of advice. Other times, I’d hear a simple phrase that stuck with me for reasons I couldn’t explain. Maybe someone would share a publishing tip or mention a creative tool, and I’d file it away without fully understanding why. Then, a few months—or even a couple of years—later, that exact piece of knowledge would become crucial. It was like puzzle pieces being handed to me at the exact right moments, even if it took time for me to figure out how they all fit together.

Looking back now, I can see this pattern weaving through my entire experience: I’d get these small hints or nudges, and later, they’d manifest in a bigger way. It’s a reminder that sometimes our intuition picks up on signals before our mind knows what to do with them. And once we commit to a path—like writing a book—the universe has a way of placing the right people, phrases, and opportunities in our path, even if we don’t recognize their purpose until much later.

So here I am, finally writing the book I promised my grandmother I would. If you’re reading it now, just know I’ve already been sending you light and love, hoping this finds you at the right moment. May you feel encouraged to keep going, even when the path is messy or unclear—because you never know what’s waiting for you just over that next hill.

PART 1 - MY JOURNEY

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THE ORIGINAL IMPRINT

I’ve always felt like I existed in a different world, one where death has been a constant presence since I was little. Learning to navigate between realms is new to me—or at least, it feels new. In reality, it’s always been there, waiting.

My grandmother saw spirits daily. It was very normal for her to predict what people were going to say before they said it or foresee what was about to happen. Watching her experience premonitions, seeing her interact with spirits—it was like witnessing a secret language that I somehow understood.

When I was young this was normal to me. But she did not share this gift with others. It was hidden and kept a secret. So, as I got older, I did the same thing as what I was shown–I kept my gifts a secret too. Until now.

And now here I am—older, standing on this earth, wanting to bridge that same realm. I want to share it through this book, during this time when so many are waking up.

I don’t see this awakening in terms of dimensions—5D, 6D, or anything like that. To me, it’s more like a shift in time, a slow conversion into a new reality. People are becoming less blocked, less caught in their trauma or the endless struggle to change others. When you let go of that need to control, your gifts become clearer, more easily recognized and understood.

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My parents divorced when I was 5. This is what led me to stay with my grandmother while my Dad was working. She is the one with the gifts. But she was silent and secretive about them, which is another reason why this took me so many years to be honest and open about them.

My mother was checked out. Never around, she just left. My Dad was only 18 and couldn’t raise me on his own so I stayed at my grandmother’s house when I was younger. She shared with me her gifts and taught me what she knew, like her own mother had. Of course, being so young and around this every day, I was not aware this was not normal for the rest of the world.

During these years my mom was in and out of my life. It was extremely addictive behavior with many men, drugs, and chaos. The reason I share this piece is because this is a big reason why over the years I had shut down my gifts. I was always so focused on her and her issues that I was unable to even begin to think about how to tap into my gifts, let alone learn how to master them.

I remember the very first time I was teased for my gifts. I was in second grade and riding the school bus back to my grandmothers’ house because my dad was at work. I would stay with her until he got off work each day. On the bus I saw a spirit sitting beside one of the girls. So, I told her. Her face turned white because she knew exactly who it was. I was so proud; I thought it was super cool that I could share this with her. But the next day she was waiting for me at the bus stop and ready to fist fight me. I was in second grade and was tall and lanky… I didn’t know a thing about fighting. She was much more prepared than me. All the other kids were all making fun of me, calling me names as I began to understand what was happening. Right then my grandmother stepped out from somewhere to save me. She later told me that she had seen the fight in a vision the night before. I was beyond embarrassed that she was there, which hurt her deeply. My grandmother kept teaching me what she knew, and to this day I use her tools that she had taught me I feel her all the time with me and try to carry her with me every day.

My Mom

I could write a separate book about my mom. I spent years trying to unravel the confusion of this woman. She was in and out of my life. Sometimes good, sometimes not. But this focus on her and the longing of wanting a relationship with her, to understand her, led me to lots of blocks and to me not using the gifts that I was born with.

Why? Because when you focus on the energy and the problems of other people, this blocks channels and energy that need to flow fluidly.

I’m not sure at what point I completely stopped using what I knew but I know it didn’t come back until the retreat I describe later in this book.

Pain will block your gifts. But more importantly for me, the fear of becoming my mom, the confusion since childhood of where I fit and why I am this way were always questions that never seemed to make sense to me until later in my life.

Four generations in one photo

Four generations in one photo

Soul Contracts

I feel that my mom and I came here to shift the ancestral patterns of my family—specifically, the patterns in our female lineage. Addiction was woven into every relationship for lifetimes. Sometimes I think that’s why it was so deeply painful and took me literally going to Hawaii for years to release, learn, and heal. I needed the silence to heal. The safety.

When my daughter turned five, I began to have intense panic attacks out of nowhere. I couldn’t move for days during these attacks and had no idea what they were. I decided to get help and was told this was somehow connected to when I was her age. Write a letter to your mom from the viewpoint of a five-year-old, I was told—a concept that was very foreign to me at the time. So, I did. I wrote a detailed letter and had more panic attacks. I didn’t know then that I was on my way to healing and to opening up the ancestral patterns to be broken, not repeated.

This was two years of painful counseling and confusion about how I could relive those years through my own daughter. I was determined to do everything I could to be a good mother. But I needed to heal, so I reached out to my mom and read her the letter. This was the pattern: she would apologize, I would say I forgave her, and she would somehow repeat the pattern in