Energetic Impression Led me to a Mental Institution (Part One)

When I was in 8th grade in the early 90’s I was a pretty content individual. I was involved in multiple after school activities. But, what I loved the most of all was coming home to watch the MMC (Mickey Mouse Club). I absolutely adored The Party, which was a musical pop group formed by members of the MMC. One of the members was DeeDee Mango. Most people now know of her due to her role in the Broadway Musical titled “Wicked”. I had a best friend at the time of whom I could talk to about my ghostly experiences. All was as good as can be in my world.

The Party, MMC

One day as I was flipping through a magazine I came upon a short article about The Premiere of the Doors movie starring Val Kilmer as Jim Morrison. I still to this day have NO IDEA what caused me to become so intrigued about this. The Doors music was entirely different from anything I was listening to at the time. Though I do recall a ride home from preschool when “Light My Fire” came on the radio. I had never heard of the song before. And yet I sang along to it. My mother glancing at me with a questionable look asking how I knew it. She never listened to them either. She would more so blast the Carpenters, Patsy Cline and Love music of the 50’s.  My memory remembers a woman’s voice singing along with Jim. That  It confused me a bit back then when I began listening to The Doors as to where the woman’s voice went. Did I imagine it?? I now realize her to be one of my main guides, as I have heard that voice a few times in the past 6 years. Either as I was in a transformative state or in my slumber.

The Doors- Light My Fire

I watched the movie (The Doors)  and I fell in love. I fell in love with his experiences, his thoughts, his trials and tribulation’s. Not his appearance. I have had to explain this on multiple occasions, as most fall for his physical self. I am what is titled to be a “Sapiosexual”… a body does nothing much for me. I Digress, I began to purchase every book on him. Read about him. Wrote essays on him in school whenever I had the chance. After i submitted my essay I entered into a heated debate with one of my teacher’s who told me I was romanticizing him. I thought he was ludicrous. I felt an instant connection due to Jim’s experiences. Just like he would tape his brother’s mouth shut at night to amuse himself, I would sing morbid melody’s made up on the spot to one of my sister’s who always had a reaction. It was a cry for help really. Where as my other sibling’s mostly just ignored the things I would speak about; she would call me crazy. It was bits of revenge for not giving me support and causing me to feel even worse. This one time we were heading to a bridal shop to get dress fittings for my Sister N’s wedding. N called Shotgun instantly. B stopped in her tracks knowing she was getting in the back with me. She called out, “I’m not getting in the back with that psycho!” I gave her a sinister smile as she took a seat next to me. Halfway through the car ride I began signing her a ditty in a tone only she could hear about a Knife. I won’t go into details, But I wasn’t threatening to hurt her with one, more so to cut my own self. The morbidity started early and I now see it in my birth chart. I’m never phasing out of it.  I will come back to this point in time, since I fast forwarded to give an example of one way In which I related to him. Eventually, a whole wall of mine in my bedroom was dedicated to him and the band.

I slowly felt drawn to want to join the army. I can’t recall why this was. Because honestly, I had wanted to be a writer since I was 12. That was my one and only dream. I wrote every single day. Any chance I got, really. I knew deep within that was what I was meant to do. Around this time I had found my father’s name badge that he had taken from his own Vietnam war jacket. I asked him if he still had his jacket, but he had thrown them out. One day I was speaking with a friends father about my desire to go into the army and about my father’s name badge but lack of jacket. He opened up his coat closet and drew out his own war jacket. He gestured for me to take it. I sat in surprise. A moment of silence. I asked him if he was sure. It just seemed so strange to me that this man would hand over something he had held onto, that was a major part of history, for so long to a young girl he barely knew. He also had 3 of his own kids that he could have passed it to. I took it home and sewed my Dad’s name badge onto it. The jacket fit me perfectly which was also strange now that I think of it. Keep in mind as you read this that I am against war. I don’t have one bone in my body that wants to hurt other’s. Though I do have a violent placement in my chart. I didn’t pay attention in History class until they began teaching about the Egyptians… Felt like home! Point of the matter is, learning about the wars bored me to tears. In one ear and out the other. My father and my Uncle never spoke about their experiences. I’m not sure about my Uncle, but my father now suffers from PTSD.

Fast forward a few months after I began wearing the jacket. By this point I was starting to feel depressed. I felt drawn to knives. I began placing the largest one I could find in the house under my pillow at night. I felt like I had to protect myself but I didn’t know why or from whom. Periodically, my Mother would find it and put it back in the kitchen. I would just take it back and place it under my pillow. It went on this way for quite some time. I began writing very morbid things in my journal. My thoughts were mostly filled with emotional visions of chaos, pain and anger. Spirits became more active in my life and within my environment. Especially, during the hours when no one else was home or in the very early morning. If you have not yet, you may want to read my post titled, “Spirituality… It’s seriously not a trend.” to gain a bit of backstory. I truly didn’t have much support with my family growing up when it came to my spirit interactions and I definitely wouldn’t at this specific time period, so I barely told them anything. Things got worse. Not only would I hear the sounds of little kids giggling and playing on the steps that connected our upstairs dining room to our downstairs living space, But I would hear the screams of men in the middle of the night. There was nothing I could say. There was nothing that I could do. There was no one to turn to.

One day I felt compelled to draw lines and arrows on the dining room wall. Then I forgot about it. That night as we sat down to eat dinner my father glanced at the wall in scrutiny saying, “What the hell is that?”. He got up to get a closer look. I felt instantly ashamed. I had no answer for him. My sister N just giggled. It wasn’t funny. It was NEVER funny. I just wanted the insanity to end. I had no idea why I felt so low. I began to think about and eventually attempt suicide on multiple occasions. Always behind everyone’s back. I swallowed whole bottles of Tylenol, Advil… it wouldn’t do anything but put me to sleep. In the middle of the night I would wake up with sharp shooting pains in my stomach. After about 4 of those attempts, I went into my mother’s cabinet and grabbed a prescription. I didn’t know what it was or what it was for. I didn’t give a damn either. I wanted OUT. It ended up being a medication for something minor. Little did I realize at the time that I wouldn’t find anything to achieve my desired result, since my Father was newly sober and there would be nothing in the house. I got to the point where I took the knife that was under my pillow, this was at my lowest point of all, I was sitting in the bathroom crying in silence and was about to stab myself in the heart. My mother got in some how, shook her head and took it from me. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me either and just thought it was “teenage hormones”… because teens are known to act nuts apparently /Sarcasm. Lol

A few weeks later I was at my lowest point. I played sick and stayed home from school. I hid in my closet when I realized that my father was home. Waiting patiently for him to leave and go to work, without the realization that he no longer worked where he had for the past 30 years. Many things were kept from me for some reason. So I patiently waited in my closet for probably over an hour until I could no longer sit there. I then walked out into the kitchen to be greeted by my father who asked me why I was home. I responded, “I’m sick… I don’t feel well.” a Half-Truth. He told me he was going to take me to the family doctor. We arrived and the doctor took my temperature and blood pressure. He asked me what was going on because he found nothing wrong with me. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My own personal internal volcano exploded into the physical. I told him about my feelings, my thoughts, my suicide attempts. I was seriously frustrated beyond all measure that nothing took my pain away, took my confusion away, took my life away. He opened the door and told my father to come into the room. He was of Great concern for my well being. He asked my father where my mother was and to call her to come to the office. I felt my Dad’s energy go into “Oh shit” mode as he made the call.

She arrived at the office and he relayed everything to my parent’s because I didn’t want to. I had tried to tell whoever would listen about the things I was experiencing on multiple occasions and wasn’t taken seriously. He lectured them a bit, only because he was extremely worried about what I had told him. I surmise that this particular office visit wasn’t what he came by often. He told them about Eugenia Hospital in PA, which has actually been shut down since I think 2006? It was a private mental institution for Teens and Adults. I immediately wanted to go. I felt comfortable to the fact that I would be around other’s that I could actually speak to and not be dismissed.

CLICK on the Image to see Photos of Eugenia

Because this is a long post I will break this up into two parts… Part two, you will venture into the hospital with me.

Thank you for reading!

Blessed Be to You and Yours!

RJ Worrell

Cord Cutting Ritual

Cord cutting is best done during a New Moon, as it signifies a whole new beginning. You can conduct a ritual in any way that you personally feel suits you and the other. You can even conduct these during a Full Moon if you wish. None of my rituals are alike, even if it’s the same kind of ritual. I always feel guided to conduct rituals in different ways, as for instance, each individual carries with them unique energy. So, not every cord cutting can be the same. 

What adds more power to the ritual is DNA. If you add a person’s hair, saliva, blood… even something they touched, their business card, their picture…. it becomes more potent. More targeted. You do not HAVE to have these things. You DO need to have a very good visual of the person that you can hold in your mind with zero distractions for a good period of time. Only thinking about and visualizing this individual. Your mind, your intentions as well as your emotions are the best tools you can utilize for any ritual that you want to conduct. Candles, incense, crystals, flowers, cloths, whatever it may be adds a personal touch but isn’t completely necessary. I will say that Cinnamon does add more power and speed to what you are doing. Cinnamon is Red Hot and Spicy, so it emulates the Fire Element. 

When it comes to a cord cutting ritual I like to have a piece of string or rope (again it depends on the individuals energy sometimes as to what color I choose). If you know the target’s favorite color for instance, you can utilize that color with them. What I personally like to do is use the color white when I would like to wish the person well but our connection is over. I will use the color black when the connection has been toxic. The color black to me carries an energy of seriousness, of a protective stance. So, that’s why I like to use the color black when it comes to toxic connections. I’m not saying that the color black is toxic. Because it’s not. 

Most of my ritual work I like to conduct at night in between the hours of 11 PM to 1 AM. That’s my own personal preference of which I was guided to do. If you feel guided to conduct ritual work in the morning or the afternoon, so be it. There is no right way or wrong way when it comes to your own way.

It’s best to prep for rituals that will be conducted by way of your mind and your emotions as well as set up. To explain in depth, I like to sit in the energy for several days or several weeks as to what I am about to do. Taking in the past, all visuals, all emotions as to what occurred, visual and emotion as to what I would like to occur once the ritual is conducted. It is honestly best not to conduct a ritual when you are angry, anger has this quality to it that can cause the situation to backfire or spin out of control. I know that there are others who may disagree with me and who like to conduct rituals while they are angry, again that is their own personal preference. I never conduct a ritual where I am wishing harm against another, instead I will utilize a gray type of ritual, asking for the karma that they gave to me to be given back to them. The universe decides what it will do to that person based upon what they have done to me.

When the day and time comes that you are ready to conduct your ritual, you will have everything in front of you. Your mind and your emotions will be prepped. You can have a piece of paper and a pen on your altar or table, or wherever you decide to do this, remember there’s no right or wrong way. You can write the persons name up at the top of the paper. And as you stare at the name begin to visualize the individual that you want to target. You want to close your eyes after about a minute as you visualize them for 10 minutes. Do not allow any other person to enter into your mind. If someone else slips into your mind you will have to begin again. If you have a picture of this person you can stare at the picture instead for 10 minutes. I find internal visualization more potent for me personally. You can set a timer on your phone or whatever tool you use, just try to have no other distractions and turn your notifications off. If you are new at this and you find staring at a picture easier to begin with then do so. You can always work your way up to internal visualization. Allow yourself to feel their energy, you can always utilize your memory of their energy. Visualize and feel them. Think about your intentions for them as well as your intentions to cut this connection. During this time you may pick up whatever DNA that is attached to them or whatever they have touched. Again, this is not a requirement, it just adds more potency. Allow your fingers to run over the object as you visualize. 

You can do this with energy itself as well, if you’re not targeting a person, but instead a negative energy that has consumed your life. You would then visualize what has been happening to you and how it will end. How you will reclaim your power to control the energy around you.

Remind yourself when dealing with another that you aren’t wishing them any harm with this cutting, you are basically trying to take back control around your environment and yourself so that you will no longer have any negative lingering energy or have to deal with this individual for whatever reason. 

Near the end of visualization you will then visualize your life and how you will feel without this person. Most likely you will be filled with light energy and happiness. Allow those emotions to take over your whole body. As you   Inhale a deep breath imagine your whole body cocooning itself in a white healing, protective light. This is now your shield. After 5 seconds, as you exhale you are releasing the negative energy this person or the energy itself has held on you. Open your eyes and pick up the string or cord of your choosing and imagine yourself cutting ties to that individual as you snip or cut it in the middle. 

As you are doing this you may state whatever you wish. An example can be : “ I relinquish all ties to this individual (energy), they can no longer contact me or control me. They will forever be blocked from me and my life. So shall it be!” As you do this feel yourself as a very strong individual who won’t accept anything else. You can word your own ending phrase in any matter that you see fit.  Personally, this is normally the time when I will light a white candle and allow it to burn for 10 minutes. Some like to allow the candle to burn all the way down. Whatever works for you. I just don’t like to leave candles burning. If you are doing this in a controlled atmosphere you can even decide at this time to burn the individuals picture, piece of hair, business card… Etc. but you need to be extremely careful, as you don’t want to set your house on fire. 

After the ritual is complete, you may want to sage your workspace and your environment. Starting in the middle of the room and pushing the energy out of your window. Then sage your whole body. Try not to think about the ritual that you just conducted and re-focus your mind on something else. Any wonder, doubt or worry could cause the ritual not to work very well. I also personally don’t tell anyone when I conduct rituals because I feel as though their thoughts may damage the results in some way. I will record in a journal the details of the rituals that I conduct. Keeping note of the date, the time, possibly the moon phase, the ritual that I conducted, the individual that it was conducted on, what was used during the ritual and then the results. Most results occur within a month time frame. If you notice that nothing has changed you can after a month conduct the ritual again. 

I hope this has been helpful for you and if you have any questions feel free to contact me. 

Blessed Be to You and Yours!

RJ Worrell 

My Alcoholism/Recovery Story.

Hello! My name is RJ and I am a recovering Alcoholic.

I never in my life thought that I would be the one saying that phrase. I grew up in a home with an alcoholic parent. I didn’t know he was an “alcoholic”, I just thought he loved to drink. I was only 9 years old when he went away to rehab. It was a chaotic swirl of confusion, sadness and anger. I had no idea what was happening. All I knew was that I felt abandoned. I still had my Mother, as well as my 5 older siblings. But it was like a chunk of my heart was taken away in an instant. You need to understand that back in the 80’s the internet did not exist, nor did I have people discussing addiction around me. I think it was Taboo. He was gone for about two years and I was pretty much left to my own devices. My mother would tell my siblings to watch me, but they were teenagers and didn’t care much to babysit. At times, I would be up the block at my friends house, who’s father was like my second Dad. Other times, I would be walking the neighborhood in search of things to do with my time. I later came to find out that my “Second Dad” was actually my Adoptive Father in a previous lifetime. A tale for another day!

I never enjoyed the taste of alcohol, yet, if there was a wedding I would end up drunk. I ended up drunk at my sister N’s wedding when I was 16. Then ended up drunk at my sister D’s wedding when I was 18. My parent’s kept telling me that I had the red flags as a child. They would find me passed out with a bottle of perfume or cologne next to me (a story my mother has told me a few times) as a young child/ toddler. I never understood why I would go “Sniffing around” for alcohol. I came to realize that the bottles I would find resembled my father’s whiskey bottles and I was merely mimicking what I saw. I will be honest and state that I don’t remember much of my childhood. I wish I could. The reason why I wish I could is so that it would help me to heal certain parts of myself. 

As a young adult, my best friend would try to get me to drink sometimes. I remember one time we made plans and she asked me, “You are going to drink though, right???” She wasn’t peer pressuring me, she just didn’t want to waste money and “party” alone. Most of the time, I’d end up taking 3 sips and quit. I just couldn’t stand the taste!! But, if we were out and about, especially at Ybor City, I was getting drunk! It was definitely party time then! See image below… Me partying at Coyote ugly in Ybor City,,, dancing on the bar, getting the crowd excited. The drunk me was pretty fun. Though the Fun didn’t last for long. Each time I would stop and go back, my drinking progressed.

RJ 26 in Ybor City, Fl

I was a mother of three at this point. I became a Mother at 20 years old. This was a rare night out for me. And because I didn’t get out much, the LION came out to play every single time!

I was about 29 years old when I truly began my “drinking career”.  I say that it was a career since I’d spend as much time drinking as one would working (eventually).  I would stop for a while, but when I would go back to drinking I would consume more than I would have previously.  That is what is called progression of the disease.  Each time I would go back, it would just get worse. 

2012 was the worse year yet for my drinking. During 2012, I felt that I had a problem and I analyzed it from every angle, even as I poured myself more. I ended up feeling like a crazy philosopher, especially during the midnight hour. Constantly in drunken analysis. I thought that there wasn’t much of an issue because I had been able to stop drinking while I was pregnant with my 4th child in 2010. I stayed away from alcohol up until he was about a year and a half old. Then, I once again, slowly progressed into full time drinking. I also analyzed the fact that even when I did drink he never got hurt, he was always fed, he was always in a clean diaper, he was well taken care of. I analyzed the fact that I didn’t act like my father had. Most of the issues surrounded myself. I didn’t hurt my kids, I didn’t hurt their father. I didn’t see that I was hurting myself. And even if I was, I felt that that was better than hurting someone else. It still didn’t seem good enough! I even went as far as to ask my father if he thought I had a problem, to which he replied, “I don’t know. Do you?”

In the fall of 2012, I sought out a psychiatrist to help me with my accumulating anxieties. Not realizing then that it was because of my hard core drinking that I had come to experience all of these issues. One of the red flags should have been the fact that I would not drink before my appointments, nor did I divulge to him that I drank often. I was keeping that as my dirty little secret. He prescribed me Xanax and Nothing of substance was discussed during my visits. I stayed away from drinking for the first month knowing that combining Xanax with alcohol was a Huge NO NO. One visit before Thanksgiving, as we were saying goodbye in his office he asked me what I was doing for the holiday, then said to “have a drink, have some fun with your family”. I must have shown my confusion on my face. He then said it was OK to have one drink. Little did he know I was an alcoholic and one drink??? Not happening! No matter how hard I wished I could do that. The whole point of drinking was to escape reality for me. I wish I could drink one or two just to feel relaxed, but that’s not how my brain chemistry works. That’s not how addiction works. In my mind, because this is part of the disease, that since a psychiatrist told me it was ok, even knowing he didn’t know of my addiction, then it must be ok. I was given the green light to indulge. My Wise mind knew differently, but the devil inside said “LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!”

Cue in the Black outs…. I don’t remember much from that Thanksgiving. Though I have pictures to look back on. It was after combining Xanax with Alcohol that I began experiencing continuous blackouts. Which should have been an obvious given the fact that we’re always told not to drink on certain medications. I’m the type of person who wants the details… the reasons why before I decide my own fate. You can’t tell me not to do something just because I shouldn’t. You can’t even tell me not to do something because it could kill me. I’m reckless. I need to understand the details, the deeper meanings, I need to figure it out myself.

Growing up I was scared of drugs. Terrified!! I would become livid if my friends even smoked marijuana. I was like a parent to my friends. I would take whatever they had and flush it down the toilet instantly. They eventually would try to hide the fact that they did them from me. I was oblivious when it came to drugs and what would happen to someone on them. All I knew, was that the energy of them were negative to me. I have never to this day tried LSD, Cocaine, Heroin, Meth, Crack… but I have tried Marijuana and it was pretty damn relaxing. Marijuana is the only “drug” that doesn’t scare me. The thing is… the deeper reason why I was scared. I would most likely be dead right now. I know and understand that today; but my Soul self understood that since birth. The irony of it all is that I learned in rehab that alcohol was a hard core drug and Xanax was a pill form of alcohol. Two mind fucks, right there. I actually felt stupid for not knowing this already. I despise feeling that way more than anything else, since I’m ridiculously over critical of myself. Intelligence means more to me than any other aspect a human could possibly have. That is what intrigues and amuses me. I spent half of my life deep within the universe in intense study about Souls, Spirits, Lessons, Magic, the misunderstood, the unbelievable.. etc.. I’m now learning all of the things that most people pay attention to their whole lives. The external aspects of the human body and such. I’m hoping to reach pure mastery by the time I’m in my 60’s.

One night in early 2013, I vaguely remember texting my parents, ” I need help.” My memory goes in and out. When one is in a blackout their brain does not record what is happening or said. There are many bits and pieces missing that I will never get back. The next morning a woman from a rehab called me. I did NOT want to take the call. I almost hung up on her. That’s the fear taking hold that happens to every person in addiction. You’re afraid to stop, but you also know that if you continue you will surely die. I agreed and made the arrangements to go into rehab. I knew that I did not want to continue this cycle in my life no matter how scared I was. What I knew was that every morning I was confronted with what I had written to a person I cared about tremendously or had posted on social media. Both were either extremely embarrassing or hurtful. It was so bad that I would grab the bottle and begin drinking again to forget about what I had done. The next morning… same thing. The morning after that… same thing. This cycle continued for months and months.  Eventually, I would have tears rolling down my face as I poured myself more. I wanted this insanity to STOP!!! Only I could stop it. I just didn’t know how. When you’re deep in addiction you feel as though someone else is controlling you.

There is a reoccurring debate about whether or not addiction is a choice or a disease. Initially, it begins as a choice for everyone on this planet. You do not know what you will become addicted to. Not every single person has the same brain chemistry or genetic makeup. We are humans, not robots. Basically, every single person has an addiction of some type. Some binge watch Netflix instead of cleaning or watching their children. Some become addicted to exercising. Others become addicted to Food. The ones who get ridiculed the most are the ones that become addicted to a substance. Where as the other addictions do not change the way in which an individual speaks, thinks, reacts, or live their daily lives, substance abuse is more prominent and can easily be seen by all. Like I stated prior, I hated the taste of alcohol. I never in my life expected for THAT of all things to take control of me. It eventually did and became something I turned to for every reason under the sun.

The day before I entered into rehab I decided that I would not drink. Even though the woman on the phone had told me not to stop drinking until I got there. I didn’t understand her. She was the first person ever to tell me NOT to stop. Later realizing that if one goes “cold turkey” they could end up having seizures or die. I felt So low and kind of numb. I felt it was very important that the last day before I went away my kids not see me drunk. It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that much. It was already extremely emotional and confusing enough and I wasn’t going to take that away by drinking. It’s definitely not something I could have done daily. I already felt bad that I was at this point and that my children had to witness and experience their own mother going away to rehab, like I had at 9 years old with my own father. How the hell did it get to this point?!? This was never supposed to happen. This was never supposed to be my life.

I kissed the kids Goodbye before they went to school. One of my daughters, who was only 12 at the time didn’t want me to leave. She begged and pleaded. I told her I had to go and that she would understand later on. The car pulled up to take me. I took a deep breath and tried to hold back my tears. I had so much going through my head. I thought about changing my mind, then quickly told myself that wasn’t an option. On my ride there, the man would speak with me periodically to try and make me feel more comfortable. He asked me halfway through the ride if I wanted to stop off somewhere at a store. I confusingly answered, “No… why?”. He replied that sometimes patients want to get their last drink in upon arrival. I thought that was so strange!!! Why was that even an option when you’re going away to get help? Apparently, many people do this on their way to rehab. I just wanted to be done with the drinking. That is what they refer to as being “Sick and tired.” Looking back, I was most likely shaking tremendously and didn’t even notice. But he sure did! He was probably worried I would go into some type of failure before even getting there.

I pulled up. He took out my bags. As I walked through the front doors I felt my whole existence relax. I actually felt myself let go and allow the universe to take over. I gave up the fight. This was it. This needed to be done. It felt as though an evil entity flew out of my body leaving me to myself; As though walking through those doors repelled whatever it was. I’m extremely sensitive and Empathic. I have all of the gifts, so I can feel things that most others cannot. I can see things and hear things that many cannot. Trying to explain my experiences hasn’t been easy, since most of the ones that surround me don’t understand. I’m not religious and I wasn’t possessed. Just putting that out there. I would know if that was the case. Whatever this was that loved to hang around me realized that I was serious and that I wouldn’t allow anything to control me any longer.

My 3rd night was the most life changing experience to date. I was obviously going through PAWS (Post-Acute withdrawal symptoms). Though no one in there told me that was what was happening to me. They would check me daily in the morning around 6:30 am. Making me stick out my tongue and hold out my hands. They were scoring my trembles that I couldn’t even see I was having. I saw her mark me a 10. And I looked at her, “Seriously?!? Why can’t I see that?” Being very observant I am in awe when I don’t notice something myself. But no one in addiction sees or thinks clearly. Early in the day I couldn’t help but to notice this one patient. I normally paid attention to no one as importance rested upon what I would learn and not on others there. He was twitching and his tongue wouldn’t stop sticking out. I instantly recalled my own father doing this as he napped. I had forgotten all about that. Throughout that day where ever I would go, there was this man. A constant but gentle reminder to trigger old memories. It was his triggering that began my own spiritual awakening to go back in time to my childhood that night. My thumbs began to twitch uncontrollably, and my eyes welled with tears because it truly validated that I did indeed have a problem.

I started to experience hallucinations. I had never hallucinated before. I was laying in my bed watching images being drawn on the wall before me. It was a kids drawing. First they created a stick figure girl, then a boy, a sun, a house, a tree… at this point one of my roommates walked in and glanced at me, as I was watching a dog forming along with the images. She asked me what I was doing just staring at the wall. I then asked her if she could see the images. She couldn’t. I then looked at her and closed my eyes asking her if bright sunlight was streaming through the windows, since my eyelids were a gleaming color of gold. This specific roommate didn’t require detox as she had nothing in her system upon arrival. She just laughed and told me no. It happened every time I’d close my eyes. I couldn’t stop the images either.

I am an individual that cannot sleep in silence. I need the sound of a fan running. A fan was not an option there. I wasn’t allowed to bring one, nor did they have one. I had asked about it to a counselor and she told me that many ask for them but all she had were meditation tapes. Reluctantly, I took a recorder and headphone set from her. That night I placed the headphones over my ears. I kept attempting to fall asleep but I could not. I kept seeing images over and over again that would make me snap open my eyes because I didn’t want to see them. By the third loop of the meditation I heard a woman’s voice as though she was standing right next to me say, “I’m so proud of you, RJ.” I snapped open my eyes to see who it was and threw off my headphones. Looking around quickly all I saw was darkness and my 3 roommates sleeping. I closed my eyes again.

The image that appeared next was a white lotus flower, floating ever so slowly down a stream. It calmed me, it made me feel relaxed. I welcomed and “followed” it. I then felt as though I was pulled to my past, my childhood, back inside of that house. I turned around quickly and was greeted with a brick wall. I was stuck! I couldn’t go back! I can’t recall full details of what I witnessed, because apparently it was so traumatizing that after a couple days I blocked it all over again. What I do remember is that I went inside of each of my siblings, my mother and my father. I felt their feelings, I heard their thoughts. Every 10 to 20 minutes I was either silently begging God to let me out, to PLEASE not let me experience anymore, or I had to hold in my gasps, my cries, and my shouts so that I didn’t wake up my roommates. It felt like pure torture. I felt like I was strapped to a chair and forced to watch everything going on. I could see myself as a little girl. I was a bystander that no one else saw in the house. Knowing one of my first gifts ever was to interact with spirits and energies, I do wonder that if time travel does exist if I actually saw my future self as a little girl. But I digress… One of the main images that will forever stick in my mind is my father’s face when he would look at me. He always looked at me in a certain way. He always tried to protect me for his own reasons. I know the bigger picture as to why I was protected now. I used to joke about if I was abused I’d probably be a serial killer. (I have morbid humor and make jokes about my painful experiences.) Well, that was validated when I began learning Birth charting. I have a violent placement. When one has a violent placement and they are abused…. I don’t even have to finish that sentence. Our birth placements are a snapshot of what we are born to experience, but just like when reading Tarot cards for the future, we can choose different paths or circumstance’s can change for us. Close call, I say!!! 😉 This state of being stuck lasted for 7 hours. I eventually had to give up once again and just allow whatever to come.

It was Bringing me to Enlightenment of my past and the core issue :
“The white lotus flower sits at a stage between the Pink and Blue Lotus, and is associated with the state of bodhi; that of becoming awakened to the wonders of it all.
When one reaches this state it is said that one has mental purity and has reached a state of spiritual perfection.” -Dean Ravenscroft

The next morning I felt elated!! I was tired as hell, having not slept for 48 hours at that point. I was running around telling anyone I could about what I experienced the night prior. I then began feeling as though someone was taking blood from my arms. You know what it feels like when you have an IV inserted when you have your blood taken. The way the skin gets tugged at. This went on for several hours. I told the nurses about this. Then I started seeing snakes with their tongues in my veins. The Normies would freak out about this, but me understanding symbolism since I was a child knew that Snakes meant Transformation and that the tongues were taking the poison from my veins. I was still in detox after all. I always say that If I could redo that night once a year that would always “keep it green” for me! It would help everyone honestly! I know that certain doctors are now testing hallucinogens for quitting smoking and such. Based upon my experience I fully believe it would work! I’m not certain when it will become widely available yet. Smokers, Keep your eyes peeled.

My first year sober I stopped reading Tarot. I needed to conserve my energy as much as I could. I went to a few meetings here and there. I liked going to meet the people and hear their stories. But, it used to bother me that every time I would go I would want to drink. I didn’t understand that. Plus, the only option I knew of and was given was to attend these meetings. I know that they have helped SO many people. My own father was heavily involved for 15 years. It was scary making the decision not to go anymore. But it felt like I was being mind fucked. I couldn’t explain that to anyone. Even if I tried to they would just tell me that I HAD to go! Yes, I’m speaking about A.A.. I already am a very spiritual person and what I practice seems almost like A.A.. Only, I practice from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed. It is my life. My entire existence. I remember at one meeting I really liked this woman who was telling her story and so I went to speak to her afterwards about possibly becoming my sponsor. She had way too many rules in order for me to be sponsored. Gave me a list of what I needed to do. I have always lived within energy, energy shifts, changes… feeling when I should and shouldn’t do things. There was a huge red flag. My sponsor was and has always been God. Buddha. Allah. Doorknob. It doesn’t matter. This miraculous and amazing energy is all the same thing. I call it, the Universe. Sometimes, I call it God, since most of the people I surround myself with refer to it as such. I became very productive in two things I hated with the passion… Cleaning and cooking. It’s very funny what chooses you to become productive in when you allow it instead of forcing it. It just may be the things you don’t like the most that save your LIFE. You could have shown up at my house at any given time and ate off the floors. I vacuumed about 6 times a day, dusted constantly, if a utensil was placed in the sink it would be cleaned immediately. I barely ever sat down.

One main thing is that you must remain physically productive as much as you were drinking or using. Well, mine was from the time I woke up until I went to bed. To tell you I was exhausted by 8pm is an understatement. I went right to sleep for the first time in my life. You also must redirect your focus. If I was watching a movie or a TV show that had partying or drinking in it and I felt my emotions change, I would instantly turn off the television and go clean. The Great Gatsby… Man, I loved that movie and I sure as hell wanted to join in! Click. Off you go!!  I barely listened to music my first year sober. Music was my first DOC (Drug of choice). I knew it would trigger me BIG TIME. It wasn’t easy not listening to music, but my sobriety was of great importance. Any time I felt sad or negative I would purposely seek out humor. Comedians are a life saver. I notice a lot of them also make fun of their pain. Kevin Hart even titled his latest show “Laugh at my pain.” Robin Williams is another big name that chose being a comedian to deal with his own issues. I don’t understand people who live in negativity. Especially those that aren’t in recovery and choose to bitch and complain about a raindrop. Life isn’t that hard. Practice being grateful and mindful instead.

Around May of 2015 I began my Instagram. It was initially titled for my last child. I had forgotten about it and never utilized it to post pictures of him. Every day I would post a card and write about it to help my brain heal. Drinking excessively causes so much damage to your brain and organs. Luckily, My organs were still well functioning. At first, I was very frustrated because I had read intuitively for years and I couldn’t even remember the technical meanings of the cards. I did well, but couldn’t read like I used to. My guides saw me frustrated for 7 months.

I finally asked my cards where my gifts went. I had pulled this exact Page of Wands. I heard “They are right here. We are holding onto them for you.” Prior to getting sober I renounced my gifts wanting to be normal SO BADLY. All I had to do was ask for them back. Do you realize how annoyed I was that they saw me struggling for that long and all I had to do was ask for them back?? I guess in a drunken fury I had specifically stated that I had to ask for them back. Like I would remember that. The strange things that one does when they are drunk. I did even stranger things in a blackout. One month after coming out of rehab as I was going through my drawers I came across a sealed envelope that had “Will” written on it. I opened it to see a letter I had written in a blackout. Listing my prized possessions and who they would go to. I did not remember writing this. The crazy thing is that I obviously knew I was close to death. I was told that if I wouldn’t have gone to rehab when I did I would have died that year. By the time I entered into rehab I was a 110 lb woman consuming about 750L of Captain Morgan’s a day, plus a whole bottle of red wine. If I were to relapse I would automatically go to consume that much now, and since my body is no longer used to it…. Can we say death?

I have no desire to drink. My obsession left me after my 2nd year sober. Many go their whole lives obsessing over their addiction. I’m not special. I just worked my sobriety differently. I just knew what to do. I allowed God and my guides to help me. Plus, that 3rd night… it really did a number on my Soul. I remember by the end of that night is when I heard “the 12th step is when you die sober.” I had done all 12 steps energetically that night. I saw myself staring at my grave. And yet I was alive. I am still alive celebrating 6 years later today (4/23/2013 my sobriety date). And now I have written my story. There are so many things I could have implemented into my story of recovery, but I was not trying to turn this into a book.

Sobriety can be achieved. It’s in the way you work it. It’s in the way of importance that you place upon it. It’s within your own discipline. Within your own Deeper understanding of yourself and what brought you to this place. Remember how it made you feel at your worst ALWAYS and you will never want to go back! Addiction Sucks!! It becomes a disease that you unknowingly choose in the beginning. But NO ONE chooses this entrapment. So many need to educate themselves on addiction and stop being so ignorant. I see this constantly on social media. Every one has an addiction, Some are harder to hide than others. Don’t be so judgmental. You’re all being watched.

Believe in yourself. DO what you need to do to get yourself out of that black hole. You know damn well that you don’t want to be stuck there. It’s time to beat the shit out of your addiction like it is a bully trying to keep you down in life. Because that’s all it is. Something that doesn’t deserve your time. Don’t allow it to control you… You control IT.

Blessed Be to You and Yours!

Thank you for Reading my Story.

RJ Worrell

Ps… The Woman who told me she was proud of me but could not be seen is one of my main guides. She was in a few dreams over the past couple of years, giving me information or just being there. She is in charge of my dreams, my past life journeying and was my Aunt in a previous lifetime.