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Fully embracing emotions can transform your life. In just one hour learn simple emotional techniques that will revolutionise your life so that you can experience harmonious relationships, clear success blocks and enjoy greater peace of mind. This is the updated and revised 2nd edition.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	24 juin 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781780926544
Langue	English

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Process and Prosper
A guide for your inner journey
Wendy Harrington

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First edition published in 2010
© Copyright 2010, 2014
Wendy Harrington
2014 digital version by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
The right of Wendy Harrington to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998.
All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without express prior written permission. No paragraph of this publication may be reproduced, copied or transmitted except with express prior written permission or in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Act 1956 (as amended). Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damage.
Although every effort has been made to ensure the accuracy of the information contained in this book, as of the date of publication, nothing herein should be construed as giving advice. The opinions expressed herein are those of the author and not of MX Publishing.
Published in the UK by MX Publishing
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For information about Wendy Harrington’s work and for more resources and support visit her website at
www.wendy-harrington.com

Acknowledgements
Thank you to all who have been involved in making this book possible, especially Rachel Sampson and Kathryn Hudson.
A special thank you to my loving family who supported me through such a difficult time, I couldn’t have done it without you all. I am so grateful to Ro Gilhespy for being the hand that bought me back from the brink of death. Ruth Harrington, my dear sister for your constant love, support, words of wisdom and belief in my recovery, you helped me carry on at points when I didn’t think I could. Mum for all your love, help and support and huge gratitude to my wonderful daughters. You all teach me so much.
To try and thank everyone who was involved in my amazing medical care would be impossible. There are names that stand out but those people are supported by a host of unseen people. Every single person is important in a team and my gratitude goes to you all.

Foreword
Sudden critical illness and a near death experience awakened me to the knowledge that there is not only life after death, but also much more to the world than we can see.
This book is the story of my journey of self discovery so far. It is my exploration to live my life with more peace, calm and happiness, which ironically I have found by allowing, accepting and feeling sadness and anger.
My experience has been that it is a tough challenge to wake up to life. It takes courage and determination to go beyond conditioned thought patterns and beliefs. It is a journey well worth taking though. The rewards are huge.
It is my honour and pleasure to be part of your journey. I believe we are moving towards awareness of our connection to all others, which begins with a deeper understanding of ourselves.
This book has been deliberately written to be short, so that you can read it quickly and then re-read it as many times as you like.

About the author
Wendy Harrington is an author, mentor, speaker and mother of 3. Since a near death experience in 2001, she has been exploring mental, physical, emotional and spiritual aspects to create a more peaceful, fulfilling and easy life. Wendy has worked with experts around the globe on spiritual awakening, mindset, Tai Chi, Chi Kung, Meditation, Photo-reading, Constellation work, Shiatsu and Psychology. In the process she found levels of peace and contentment that she had never experienced before and now works with others to help them breakthrough their limitations and experience increased peace, joy and harmony in their lives. Wendy’s warm, open, honest and down to earth approach has helped her connect with thousands of people wanting to break through hidden obstacles and experience greater joy, success and harmony in life.
‘Process and Prosper’ is based on her personal experience of battling to recover from necrotising fasciitis following the birth of her third child. It’s a story of courage, of struggle against her own fears and limitations, and the discovery of the emotional freedom available when we connect with our physical intelligence (the wisdom held in our physical bodies).

1: The Big Jolt
On the 5 th June 2001 a beautiful baby girl was born to me and my husband Ro (Roland). I didn’t feel too well and had been having some contractions, so she was delivered, 8 weeks early, by emergency caesarean section. The hospital had been monitoring her heart rate and it had dipped, which meant the surgeons decided to deliver her. For 8 weeks early she was a good weight, at 4lb 8oz, and did well in the incubator. We called her Martha Faith. I didn’t feel great but put it down to having had an operation, as I had never had one before.
Gradually as the days went by my health deteriorated and I became more unwell. The fourth night following the birth I had such painful abdominal pains that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I thought I had some serious constipation, but as I deteriorated further it became obvious that it was much more serious than this. On the morning of 9 th June I was taken to the intensive care unit. I remember initially thinking that I had appendicitis, but as I deteriorated I thought I had meningitis; perhaps because meningitis was in the press a lot at that time and people were dying from it. I recall being really distressed that I had given it to my children and my sister’s children and they were going to die. Also I had been expressing breast milk for Martha and I was paranoid that the milk I had expressed was poisonous in some way. I repeatedly said to Ro “Don’t give Martha the milk. Ring the hospital and make sure they throw it away”. The pain was intense in my abdomen and thankfully drugs allowed me to drift away.
The diagnosis was necrotising fasciitis. More commonly known as the flesh eating bug, the disease is exactly as it says ‘death of the tissue’. It cannot be cured and the only form of treatment is to remove any infected tissue. The surgeons removed my womb, ovaries and a large area of flesh from my abdomen and up the sides of my body. My body was overwhelmed by toxins from the flesh breaking down and gradually organs began to stop functioning properly. My bowel was perforated, my kidneys stopped working, I was on life support and losing blood as quickly as it was being pumped into my body. My heart was struggling to pump the blood around my body and so I was given drugs to help it. They also gave me drugs to keep me sedated and hoped they had removed all the disease and it wouldn’t spread any further. Luckily for me they had and they used cadaveric (donor) skin as a temporary measure to seal the open wounds. The surgeons took pictures of what they had done and my poor family had to see them. They were devastated and prayed that I would survive.
It was at this time that I had the following ‘near death’ experience. I am floating towards a very bright light. There is stillness and a great sense of calm and peace. I am quite happily going. There are forms, but I cannot make them out clearly. Suddenly I feel a huge tug on my arm, it stops me and I am unable to go any further. I look back and it is Ro. I am holding his hand and it is as if I was pulling him behind me. I want to keep going, it is very inviting. We will go together I think. I pull harder, but I cannot move Ro and I stop pulling and look forward. I communicate with the forms (this was telepathically as I wasn’t speaking words but we were having a conversation). “Can I bring Ro?” “No” is the reply. I try to go forward again anyway (I always was stubborn and it felt so wonderful that I really wanted to go) and pull Ro to come as well. I feel the tug again. I look to the forms and know that I definitely cannot take Ro. “If you come you must come on your own”, they communicate. I stop. I don’t want to go without Ro. So I don’t go.
On Sunday 17 th June the doctors reduced the sedation and woke me up. They told me everything that had happened, explaining the severity of what they had to do. They could have told me anything though because I didn’t hear it at all. My first response to being told what had happened was to ask if I could just pop home and get some things for the baby and was it ok if I just had a quick shower. It could have been that my brain was so addled from the drugs that it just didn’t compute, but it could also have been self protection. I have seen along my journey that I hear what I am able to hear and I really didn’t want to hear that!
It took several days for the severity of what had happened to sink in as reality. My poor family had to keep telling me, because I would ask what had happened. This was really hard for them to hold it together and tell me, but I just couldn’t hear it, then they would have to go through it all over again. Finally, after a few days of denial I asked Ro what had happened and he drew it out on the mega sketcher (I had this to write on because I couldn’t speak due to atracheostomy). I recall sinking into despair, I felt so ill that I just asked for more morphine to escape the emotional and physical pain... I couldn’t deal with it.
Over the days that followed the surgeons took me to theatre and began grafting the exposed areas with skin from my thighs. Gradually I plucked up the courage to have a look at myself. The area was so large that the dressings were done in stages and one day I peeked at the top right