Across the Pond

Across the Pond

Across the Pond Where the Whippoorwills Sing

Last week at our family reunion I received a Priesthood blessing
confirming my gift of healing, and was told that it is time for me to step into using it fully
on behalf of myself, my family, my ancestors and for those who come to me for healing.
I was blessed with increased intuitive capacity to know when those around me are ready for healing, and how to best help them.
I was blessed to be healed myself in body, mind, spirit and soul, and that from this time forward my life will be pure joy.

But then…
Yesterday, while accompanying my disabled son
to a medical visit, the SS office, the bank and apartment hunting…
my body became increasingly pained,
heavy, sluggish, overwhelmed,
slow to move,
and more less-than-joyful symptoms…

I was so grateful to make it back home (2 hour drive) about 9 pm…
And before my husband came home from work,
I struggled,
Lumbering about the house…
Struggling to put my luggage away…
Full of physical pain,
Barely able to move from one room to another…
Every joint and tissue aching from the inside out…
It finally got my attention enough that
I stopped and asked.
Is this knee pain ancestral?
Yes.
Can I release it?
Yes
Do I need to know more about it?
Yes
Anger flared.
I felt intruded upon by my ancestors.
But I did the muscle testing and discovered
The pain came from 252 generations back,
from my mother’s father’s line…
Released it, but felt pressured to do more…
As if they were lining up to hit me with their pains
One at a time…
Myriads of them…
And I became discouraged,
Thinking that my physical pain and suffering would never end…

And I lost my temper.
I yelled out loud at my ancestors.
I rebuked them for burdening me physically
with the pain and agony they felt
while in their mortal lives.
I told them their lives were their own.
That while I was happy to help
Out of love,
That the responsibility for their own salvation
Is a sacred communication
between each one of them and God…
That I can facilitate their healing
but not carry their burdens…
And I said,  “NO MORE!”

I told them I was promised complete healing
in body, mind, spirit and soul
and a life full of joy,
but this physical debilitation is not joy.

Still suffering with the resonance of pain,
I retired for the night.
Grateful to be able to sleep safely
In my comfortable, just right, bed.

Early this morning…
A song came into my mind.
Tune and words complete,
A lilting melody…

“Across the pond
Where the whippoorwills sing,
I lost my heart
And gained a ring.
I lost my heart
And gained a ring,
Across the pond
Where the whippoorwills sing”.

I felt the lightness and joy of the song.
Moving carefully,
I arose.
Still woozy from yesterday’s pain,
But a little better, as always, after a night’s rest.

Showering,
The song came again…
And I sang it…
Feeling the tune until I got it right…
My voice stronger and clearer than it has been in years.

Intuitively, I asked…
Is this my song?
No
Is it a song of an ancestor?
Yes.
Will I find it online?
No
Am I to know this ancestor?
Yes
Muscle testing found her…
32 generations of mothers back…
She lived in England long ago…
And she serves me now,
As one of my guardian angels,
Giving me whatever I ask for in this life.
Did I ask for pain?
Yes.
And you gave it to me?
Yes.
And now I ask for joy?
Yes.
And the joy is in the song?
Yes
Does it bring you joy to hear me sing it?
Yes
Then I shall sing,
And share the joy.
Yours… and mine…
in the singing…

“Across the pond,
Where the wind blows free
I met my love
And he met me.
I met my love
And he met me
Across the pond,
Where the wind blows free.”

This ancestor,
For whom I have released
Many a pain…
I am now blessed
To be able to receive and share her joy.

Dear Ancestors…
I love you.
I thank you.
You have lived your mortal life
And I am living mine.
I choose to be whole,
I choose for my body to be more
Strong, slender, sound, and full of light.
No more pain.
I have had enough pain.
I am blessed now with complete healing
in body, mind, spirit and soul.
If you lived in this world under a soul contract
Of struggle and pain,
Know that all you need to do
To release that is to
Turn
And Accept the Divine Light and Love
Of the Great Creator of All Things….

There is no need for you to give me
Your physical, mental, or emotional pains…
You need but Turn, and Look to the infinite
Love and Light above
Wherein your own salvation lies.

And should you wish to commune with me
I am open to receiving your joy…
Intuitively…
Through the veil of consciousness…
I am so excited
To feel and acknowledge
And share
Your joy…

“Across the pond,
Where the waters flow
I found my love
And joy I know…
I found my love
And joy I know…
Across the pond,
Where the waters flow.”

And so it is.
– Jo Lyn Cornelsen

Where the Wippoorwills Sing Claude_Monet_-_Weeping_Willow_(1918)

 

Unsolvable Problems

Unsolvable Problems

The Purpose of Unsolvable Problems

I didn’t do it.
I didn’t cause it.
I couldn’t control it.
It was bigger than me.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t fix it.

I had told God that I wanted a different life.
And that’s what I got.
But I didn’t like the chaos that ensued.

I wanted to keep the good things I had…
Family, faith, friends and financial support…
And my dream house, too, of course.
But I found out that to get a different life,
I had to let go of the one that I had.
Well, partly, anyway.

Denial.
Anger.
Bargaining.
Depression.

Those first four stages of grief dominated my life.
The struggle and resistance consumed my focus for seven years.
I could see the writing on the wall.
But I kept trying to fix it.
And I couldn’t.
It was bigger than me.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
My intent was good.
I thought my approach to living life was right.
I cared. I served. I gave. I worked.
But if I was so right,
Then why did the bad stuff happen?

Terrible
Horrible
No good
Very bad
Stuff.

The stress of it broke me.
It almost killed me.
And I wanted to leave this life and go elsewhere,
Because I thought my brokenness
Was burdensome to those I loved.

But their love kept me here.
And gave me the courage
To let go of the fighting
And to seek understanding
Of why bad things happen to good people.

And I learned
To shift my focus
From what I didn’t want
To what I did want.
And to lead with my heart
Instead of my ego.
To give it to God,
And to lean on the Lord.

Acceptance.
In this last stage of grieving
Comes the healing.

I didn’t do it.
I didn’t cause it.
I couldn’t control it.
It was bigger than me.
And no matter what I did, I couldn’t fix it.
Until I could.

I gained a new perspective
And began to align with The Divine.
I stopped resisting the loss of what had been,
And began accepting what was.

And then the doors began to open.
I allowed the needed changes,
And my joy in life returned.

Accepting.
Allowing.
Receiving.
Rejoicing.

Authentic Healing is possible,
And it’s easier than we may think.

The purpose of an unsolvable problem
Is to turn our hearts to God.
Because With God, All Things are Possible,
And therein,
Is the solution to the problem.

It is time
To Align
With the Divine.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
The joy has only just begun.
– Jo Lyn Cornelsen

Living History

Living History

Living History July 4 Presentation of Colors

We attended a 4th of July breakfast with our church group this morning.
Some participants did an early morning run, followed by a scrumptious breakfast and
then a presentation of the colors by a civil war reenactment group.

As they marched the gravel road up the hill toward us to post the colors,
I saw that these four young men and two seasoned soldiers
were not dressed sharply in freshly pressed uniforms –
they wore historic dress….

Rumpled blue britches. Darker blue boiled wool coats.
Funky old soldier hats with the insignia on the top.
Period weapons.
Dusty.
Old.
Rumpled.
Humble.
Dignified.

Suddenly it felt as if they were really soldier boys right out of history past.
In Quantum view, time stood still.

They had given their goodbyes and heading off to war,
knowing they most likely wouldn’t be coming back home,
or if by God’s grace they did make it through,
everything would be changed for them
and for their families
and their country
and their way of life
by this thing called war.
Dusty and rumpled, these soldiers of yesteryear seemed very, very real.

Colors posted, the trumpet blared out the Star Spangled Banner,
and the boys in their uniforms stood a little taller,
made stronger by the meaning of the music.
Hands on our hearts, we sang along…

“Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light”…
Dressed in sport clothes, shorts, jeans and tees….
We sang along,
standing by picnic tables decorated in red, white and blue,
with burlap table cloths, flag center pieces and bright shiny stars…

We stood up and sang along,
Bellies full of hash browns, eggs, sausage, cinnamon rolls, and fresh fruit…
Babies in arms and strollers,
Little ones playing at our feet,
Teens attention momentarily focused on the civil war living history soldiers…
We all sang…

“Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Were so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there…
Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave”…

And the very air between us and the soldiers seemed to wave…
As though there were a time warp between today and the past…
And I became very, very grateful for their commitment and their courage,
For America’s freedom and unity…

“O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave”.

Prayer offered.
Colors retired.
Dust settled.

We remember.
And we are grateful.
For the brave,
Who made freedom possible.

Thank you.
It is done, it is done, it is done.
– Jo Lyn Cornelsen

End of Life Wisdom

End of Life Wisdom

End of Life Wisdom, as overheard by my friend, Silvia Bollinger, a Hospice Nurse:

I have a new hospice client that I met yesterday. I was given an amazing gift, a gift of clarity, a message. The client was sitting next to her husband and she was asking “I never know what God wants me to do or where God wants me to be, I just know that God delivers me to certain places.”
She continued saying that as a child and even now she wonders:

“What should I do with my life? Where should I go? Am I doing it correctly, am on the right path???”

I certainly have asked these same questions. The husband turned to her lovingly and said…
“You are here at this moment where you need to be, that is where God wants from you, this moment.”

The key is this moment and whatever path you walk on, that is your path for this moment in time. Stay on your path my friends. – Sylvia Bollinger, Hospice Nurse

MJR_BLR wedding Life Wisdom
PHOTO: my parents, Milton and Betty Rasmussen on their wedding day. – Jo Lyn Cornelsen

Black Wolf, Dark Horse, Sleeping Girl

Black Wolf, Dark Horse, Sleeping Girl

Black Wolf, Dark Horse, Sleeping Girl
THE AWAKENING

I awoke really early this morning – 4 am. My husband is working till after midnight tonight at a special event… so I’m doing whatever I want during this day alone today. I studied this morning – another of the 67 steps, then researched the YMCA swim times to see if joining would work with how I want to schedule my life – turns out free swim is early morning or late night… bad timing for me.

I needed to get out of the house– so I went to the grocery store just to walk around a bit and pick up a few small items. On the way I pondered this morning’s training about creating a consulting business using just a computer, a phone, a landing page, a thank you page with a video, a survey (which qualifies the client) and an appointment calendar for intake phone calls. They said the system works well in any niche, so I contemplate my options.

I already have the capability of creating that marketing funnel with the software I have at hand… it’s simply a matter of choosing the right niche, identifying my skills and what the market wants and create an attractive offer and a targeted advertising campaign. I need to muster up the focus to BEGIN and FOLLOW THROUGH. For that, I need to create a multifaceted plan for how to create meaningful and lasting success.

First… becoming clear on what I have to offer:
I have 3 main areas of expertise – holistic healing, internet marketing and eldercare… and people come to me asking for help going deeper with their own healing work, for mentorship with AFH startup, and for help creating a blog so they can have a voice. I continually get requests in all three, and yes, a few sales.

But what do I really want to focus on?  What is in my heart to do in this next phase of my life since I closed my care home? This wavering of clarity, associated with an underlying feeling of loss and unworthiness has kept me stuck and spinning in study mode for the last few years.  My recent path has been one of learning to energetically let go of scarcity and step into health and prosperity by raising my conscious awareness and aligning with a higher level of functioning.

I came back home and studied some more.
I’m still wondering what I want to do with my days, but this aloneness is fine, even restorative. But I feel that I am ready to reach out and meet people in this new community I live in. We’ll be here for 5 years while my husband finishes out his years of work before retirement. I have the blessing and the freedom to focus on anything I want. I am appreciative of the peace and quiet and REST… but I know I am capable of more.

My online search failed to produce volunteer opportunities that felt right. I looked for nursing jobs, thinking I might enjoy working part time. I found several daytime RN case management jobs that may be a good fit, paying $80-$100 K / annually, but they are full-time. Initially, my muscle testing said NO. I continue to ponder. What would God have me do?

At this point in my life, to create a sense of a life well-lived, I need to be contributing in a meaningful, generous way, not from fear or lack or scarcity, but for the joy of experiencing the beauty of learning, giving, feeling alive and sharing the light as it is given to me… and yes, for the feeling of receiving respectful compensation.

I studied until I fell asleep on the sofa…
Late afternoon naps are tough to wake up from… and I dreamed.

I dreamed that I was sitting on a couch type bed in some kind of open sided dugout shelter that had just a partial roof and a small sink. I looked out over the grassy knoll and saw a black wolf staring at me. Our eyes locked, then he looked behind him to draw my gaze to a dark horse carrying a heavily wrapped burden strapped to his back. The horse appeared exhausted, “on his last legs”, and trusting in the black wolf to lead him to safety. I have “known” this dark horse forever. When he recognized me, the horse came right down into the dugout and actually laid down, positioning his bound bundle on the bed… and rolling over right on top of me with his legs in the air. Somehow I managed to slide out from under him in the gaps between his flank and the corner of the armrest… and noticed the form of an emaciated girl strapped and now trapped and nearly suffocating under the horse. I was able to unlatch the wide leather strap and the horse slid away from her onto the floor in a coma of exhaustion. I turned to the girl. Nearly incoherent, but now suddenly relieved of the suffocating pressure and weight, she hurriedly stripped off the dirty ragged scraps of clothing from her starving frame and curled naked into a fetal position, burying her face into the softness of the bed, whispering the word, “sleep”. I felt compelled to care and comfort this vagabond soul, and managed to get her arms into the sleeves of a large cotton flannel shirt, it’s plaid softness covering her nakedness and hiding the dark and dirty sores on her shoulder blades, evidence of lengthy privation. “Sleep” she murmured again, burrowing her face in the bed. I fetched a small cup of water and turned her face. “Here, you need this. Drink”… she roused enough for a few sips, curled up and fell asleep again… deeply this time.

The dream faded, then shifted.
Now I find myself dreaming about dreaming and being unable to wake up. I dream that my husband finds me asleep on the sofa. I reach out to him but I am yet unable to open my eyes. Knowing that if I sleep too long in the afternoon, I will have a wakeful night, so he takes my hand and pulls me up, embracing and steadying me protectively as my own energy awakens.
But I know this is still a dream, and I drift away deeply again.

Upon awakening from this late afternoon nap, I am in a state of knowing. I know that I want to contribute in a greater way. And I know that God is allowing me to CHOOSE. I don’t have to wait for permission or direction to choose what I want to do or where I want to create. Enough healing has occurred that I am strong on the inside again. I feel whole. My physical body still shows residual effects of former lack, but I am inspired and feel sufficiently aligned to know that God trusts me to do whatever good in the world I choose to do. On the inside, I feel I am in a state of capability, energy and grace, which gives me the power and permission to make my own choices.

I can continue to live very quietly and very small in my current situation, resting in the comfort of this concise, cozy and protected existence. I appreciate this time of quiet. It gives me the opportunity to rest and fill my cup… to study, to breathe, to feel comforted, supported and to experience some relief.
OR I can choose to grow and contribute in a new way.

We now have enough stable economic systems in place that I need no longer fear starvation. I no longer feel like a vagabond upon the earth.  I know I am okay, even if I make no further effort to create additional income. I have no more need to struggle for my daily bread, just the simple responsibility to manage our resources well.

For the first time since I was a child, I have time freedom. It feels delicious. I do as I please each day… chunking my time to attend to the business of living as well as my studies, but with less stress than I’ve had in years. Currently, I am learning from the 67 Steps to Success… a condensed compilation of wisdom from peak performers from all over the world throughout the ages.

“Life hacking” – is what I call these condensed pearls of wisdom for effective living. I’m using this as a mentoring process to help me integrate all I have been learning and to empower my transition into to a new state of clarity and focus. I ask myself, “What is it that I can create in my life now, that will allow me to contribute meaningfully, and in a manner I find soul satisfying?”

An RN case management job?
A holistic consulting/coaching business?
Authoring another novel?
Complete my SoulTalk book?
Eldercare AFH startup coaching?
Local business marketing?

Opportunities abound, but I have yet to focus and engage fully in one massive course of action.
No worries. The message came clearly today in my dreams…

“Your focus will come soon enough, dear sweet sleeping girl. The knowing you seek will emerge when you are fully conscious and awake. For now, enjoy the sweet peace and freedom of solitude as you rest.”

***
The meaning of the spirit animal totems in my dream:

Black Wolf Totem

“Wolf is reminding us that although we see ourselves as civilized creatures – we are still animals with our own wild spirit.  He is here to teach us about our inner selves and to discover our own power and stamina.”

“Learn to balance the responsibility of family needs without losing your identity.  Use wolf medicine to develop strength and confidence in your decisions.” – Wolf

Dark Horse Totem

“If horse has crossed your path, know that you have the power to change anything and everything you choose in your life.  Understand that the wild freedom of the horse can be harnessed and used for your own benefit and for those around you.  This understanding comes only when man and beast enter a silent contract acknowledging mutual respect and awareness of responsibility to each other. Alternatively you are being asked to understand that true power is wisdom found in remembering your journey as a whole.  Compassion, caring, teaching, loving and sharing your gifts, talents and abilities are the gateways to power. You are also reminded that all pathways have equal validity.  Understanding this will give you insight into the power and the glory of a unified famiDark Horse Spirit Animally and humanity.  Understand that every human being must follow a pathway to empowerment before galloping upon the wings of destiny.”

“Believe in your freedom to make your own choices. You are never forced to do anything. The choice is always yours.” – Horse

“Dark Horse Meaning: a candidate or competitor about whom little is known, but who unexpectedly wins.”

An Intercessory Prayer for Love and Light

An Intercessory Prayer for Love and Light

An Intercessory Prayer for Love and Light

I awake
In the stillness of the night
And see the widow’s face.
Torn between loyalty for her erstwhile spouse
The father of her children…
And the new love she has found in the here and now.

Her husband’s illness while in this mortal realm
Was known by very few…
And on the eve of beginning a new chapter,
She looks back through the years that brought her to this place in time,
And laments that her love was not enough buffer
To hold him steady in life’s course.
After decades of twisted highs and lows
He chose suicide to set her free…

She has moved on as they had planned, but
His spirit lingers, still stuck in dusky twilight.
Just beyond the veil,

He gazes back and questions his anguished choice to leave
Especially now as he sees she has truly turned toward another.

And now,
In the stillness of this night I am summoned to service.
These two are not my blood kin,
Just kindly friends in the Gospel of Christ.
I have no earthly permission to intercede on their behalf,
But awakened by their angels
Their faces shine clearly in my mind’s eye.
I ask if I may use the Sacred Gifts, Compassion, Healing and Intercessory Prayer
On their behalf.
The answer is YES, so
I begin the process.
Will she and her children be safe with this new love?
Yes
Is he still stuck in fear?
Yes
Is it ok for me to request the power of God’s love to heal him?
Yes

The healer in me whispers to his soul
“Turn around and face the light”.
But his sorrow is too deep to hear the message…
So I palm his head in my hands
And turn his anguished soul around
Like a mother turns the head of a child to redirect his full attention.

This breaks the hold of darkness and
He lifts his eyes,
barely daring to hope…
That the light he perceives
May perhaps be shining… for him?

His heart leaps and he steps forward,
And in that simple act of faith
The light shines brighter, beckoning…

A few more steps with arms outstretched…
He reaches and enters the light,
Tears streaming down his ruddy face as
The Resurrected Lord enfolds him in Eternal Love …

And he is welcomed,
Home.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you,
It is done, it is done, it is done.

– Jo Lyn Cornelsen

Clearing Clutter & The Sacred Art of Creation

Clearing Clutter & The Sacred Art of Creation

Clearing Clutter for Joyful Creation

I’m enrolled in Jeanie Brosius King’s webinar (password = nomoreclutter) and her amazing course, “Clutter Clearing for Health, Wealth, Joy and Love”. (If you go there, be sure to tell her I sent you!!)

This morning in our Clearing Clutter Facebook group, Jeanie asked if we have any unfinished projects, deferred decisions, or other things that irritate us about our lives or our businesses.

“What is your biggest clutter area?”

Jeanie gave an example of a coaching client who was struggling to decide whether to go to an-out-of-town conference – or not. In the coaching session with Jeanie, she realized that her deferred (procrastinated) decision was more correctly a case of overwhelm  – too many “unfinished business projects” keeping her stuck. She was overwhelmed with the burdens of submitting overdue tax information, gathering forms, getting help from a women’s business group, deciding how to submit salary information to her CPA….all of these issues represented various forms of overwhelming clutter. The moment she identified these “unfinished projects” as clutter to be cleared, she sprang into action to resolve them, which then left her feeling clear, clean and powerful.

“Clutter is Nothing More than Postponed Decisions” – unknown

My answer to the clutter question revealed similar procrastination issues regarding creating, tracking, filing and submitting the myriads of documents needed for taxes, business, mortgage, and more.  Not surprising, given the state of my office and my attitudes about getting those things done.  I obviously am benefiting from Jeanie’s class and my clutter clearing group.  All well and good, but then my thoughts expanded…

I realize that procrastination of these “necessary” things that I don’t particularly like doing prevents me from giving myself permission to do the fun things I really want to do and that truly bring me joy – creative things like writing my next book, or song, or poem, or blog post. Digging deeper, it also appears that I carry an old underlying belief that in order to be a good person, I must complete all my work before I can play. So… does this mean that I am not a good person?  Now that’s a “can of worms”!

Taking this a bit further down the twisted rabbit hole of my old and unhelpful perceptions of living life in an attitude of scarcity, this led me to an inherited generational attitude (or was it a rebellious teenage perception) about work as:
1) Something that I don’t like doing.
2) Repetitive drudgery.
3) Punishment.
4) Difficult.
5) An activity that brings in money. (Because of course, money is more important than anything else, because without money we couldn’t survive, because of course, in a world of scarcity, there is never enough money.)

Perceiving work in such unhelpful ways, it is no surprise that I carried many inner conflicts about it, and that I created the habit of procrastinating many needful, unpleasant tasks. Especially, because of course, we are only allowed to be happy AFTER the work is done.  Or so I grew up believing. Yes, I know I live in the real world where physical work and paperwork and earning money are necessary parts of surviving and managing our lives in our society.

But I simply don’t like those old punitive, depressing definitions of what work is.
Perceiving work in this way makes me feel that somehow, my inner self is “wrong”, “bad”, “lacking”, “not enough”, “disorganized”, a “procrastinator”, “ineffective” and that because of those things, I am “not allowed to be myself”.  I now realize that these old perceptions kept me in conflict, stuck in a low vibrational state of being.  To continue holding to these old perceptions about work would mean that I am never, ever allowed to play. Which would then mean I am never, ever allowed to be happy in this life. But that’s not true… because in many ways, I am already very, very happy. Perhaps this is just an extension of the personal transformation clearing work I have already begun… expressed in terms of clutter clearing!
Who Am I, Really? 

I am fun loving.  I am creative.  I am joyful.
I can focus for long periods of time on things that I enjoy doing, or that I find purposeful.
I am a writer, a teacher, an artist, an advocate, and a coach.
I love coaching my clients to recognize their potential and achieve their goals.
I love creating systems, processes and structures that solve problems, broaden perspectives and make a positive difference in the lives of others. I sing in the shower. I like arts and crafts and babies and conversations and hugs. I lose track of time when I am writing.  I like to teach by telling stories. I study holistic healing because I want to feel better, then sometimes eat too much sugary chocolate anyway. (Working on that). I love the exploration of expressing newly discovered Sacred Gifts in terms of intercessory prayer, intuitive meditation, and energy medicine.
I work best when I am feeling happy about what I am doing.
I work longer and harder when I feel joyful and generous.
I am most effective when I feel inspired.
In other words, I prefer my work to be play.
Therefore, I hereby change my definition of work.

Changing My Perception About Work

Work helps me learn through practice, provides the opportunity to grow, and gives me a structure in which to contribute personally to the world around me. I feel good about myself when I do good work.
Work helps me discover who I am and explore what I am capable of becoming.
As I discover and explore my own Sacred Gifts, I choose work that feels like… play.
Work supports the development of my values and personal progress
There are many types of work, and many ways of valuing work.

Pondering the nature of work, I realize that in reality, work is a blessing.
Work provides the opportunity to feel the joy of accomplishment, to be “anxiously engaged in a good cause”, and work supports me in experiencing joy in the sacred art of creation.

I hereby Clear the Clutter of those old, unhelpful perceptions and inner conflicts about the nature of work.  I accept as my divine truth the perception that work is a blessing that empowers me to experience joy in the sacred art of creation.

Accepting and Valuing Today’s Creative Work

Early this morning, my prayer and meditation inspired me to create a fun way I can stay connected and encouraging to my grown children and grandchildren, even though I do not physically live in the same home with them anymore. I got up early and wrote out an inspired process… then once it was on-paper, I relaxed by playing a digital game. However, because it was early morning, I felt twinges of guilt for playing the game before accomplishing the rest of my day’s tasks.  When my husband (a type 3 action taker who also grew up with those same perceptions about work) got up and saw me playing the game on my iPad… a wave of the old guilt hung in the air…  until I showed him the project I had created that morning on paper. He knows this is my “work”… so then it became okay for me to “play”.  So that clutter is cleared.

I am loving this new perspective and appreciation of work as a structure that empowers the sacred art of creation.

Thank you, it is done, it is done, it is done.

The Process of Authentic Healing

The Process of Authentic Healing

The Process of Authentic Healing

True, authentic healing is a process more than an event. I don’t know that if, in the human experience, we are ever finished with it. “Line upon line is how this process of awakening to increased conscious awareness and authentic wholeness has been for me.”

A friend once told me “sometimes the only thing holding us back is ourselves”. In my case, it was true. I had let childhood hurts turn into huge fears… and those old things kept popping up through out my lifetime and getting in the way of me going forward and being at peace and happy. Chronic stresses compounded over the years, and eventually impacted my physical health.

The good news is that I found ways to reach out for help and detox from so much stuff.

I am so grateful for the naturopathic and energy healing processes I have experienced… one after another, as I have been led to them, I have been able to release those old issues and feel my spirit more fully “seated” in my body… I feel more whole.

I’m a writer, so in my healing, I developed something I call SoulTalk… where I journal my feelings and experience of using energy exercises for specific issues and release them.

I’ve learned from The Emotion Code, Quantum Touch, Healing the Inner Child, the Figure 8 Exercise, Emotional Freedom Technique, Craniosacral Therapy, Law of Attraction Training, Energy Medicine, Theta Healing, Chakra Healing, Soulprint Healing, Soul Embodiment, Wholetones Music Therapy, and more.

Now, when I find myself triggered, I am able to recognize and identify the specific issues, use these energetic clearing tools to accept and release them, call upon Divine Light and Love to fill and enlighten my body, mind and spirit, and to protect my soul going forward.

As an empath, I’ve also learned to recognize when the emotions and energy of others is affecting me, and know how to deal with it. Sometimes it is a message from ancestors on the other side of the veil, requesting emotional shifts, and I am able to accommodate that and vicariously clear old traumas from past, present and future generations.

In January this year, I focused on a 28 Day Gratitude Practice, which helped me immensely. I found that gratitude brought me to a place of forgiveness… and opened the door to more healing. If you’d like to enjoy the same process, join this group… and scroll to the oldest posts… that’s where to start. It also shows the reference to the book I used, if you’d like that.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/28DayGratitudePractice/

I In the process of reaching for and creating my own authentic healing, I have discovered several of my own sacred gifts / spiritual gifts – including the gift of Empathy, Intercessory Prayer, the Gift of Healing and others… I am learning to use these in positive ways. I even certified as a guide for a course called Discover Your Sacred Gifts… and the more I guide others through it, the more clear I am regarding my own.

I’ve learned that when I focus only on clearing things, I can actually create more to clear, so I stay stuck in the past. So at some point, when you feel you have let go of enough personal and generational traumas that you can relax enough to breathe deeply and feel the spirit within you, there is a need to learn to live and enjoy and create in the present.

Though you may feel there are still things to clear, I encourage you to begin a daily practice of letting go of what has come before, allowing yourself to appreciate the small beauties and joys of daily life, and consciously focus on creating more of what brings you joy.

Blessings to all…
Jo Lyn

He Is Risen

He Is Risen

He is Risen

This Easter morning, I reflect on my belief in Jesus Christ.

I spent ten years of my life as an owner / operator of a small elder care home, where I and my staff cared for elderly and disabled residents in my own home.

In caregiving, it is important to honor the personal beliefs and perspectives of those you care for. Their religious views may differ from yours, but the caregiver’s role is to be supportive. I was often asked about my beliefs. I would reply that I am a person of great faith. That gave comfort without judgment.

I learned so many lessons from this time of intense immersion in the lives of others who were nearing their time of passing from this life to the next. There is a great amount of internal spiritual work that people do near the end of mortal life – even by those who suffer from dementia or mental health issues.

In those ten years, many passed away in my care home.
All but one of them were people of faith.
While they did have different religious views, all except that one expressed faith in God. Those who professed faith experienced passings that were calm, sweet, and sacred experiences for them and their families.

Except one… who professed to be an atheist. A widow, this woman had one son (an alcoholic) and two friends (a couple) who occasionally visited, who were also professed atheists. When her heart condition worsened and the doctors said nothing more could be done medically to extend her life, her son never came again, and her friends came only once more. They took me aside and told me that none of them would come again, because the end of life was so frightening and depressing.

Abandoned at the last by her son and her friends, it was my caregivers who sat by her side for hours, holding her hand and bringing what comfort they could as she did her end of life internal spiritual work. Sometimes, she would be apparrently sleeping, then suddenly sit upright and begin shrieking, even screaming, as though she had seen demons on the other side. Perhaps she did, I do not know.

It seems logical to me, a believer, that if one rejects God, one is then open to the influence of the enemy of God. Nonetheless, full of fear, this woman essentially died alone… except for the presence of those who attended her on this side of the veil, and those who awaited her on the other side according to her choices… as it is for us all.

For me, this ten year caregiving experience was a profound eye-opener. I saw such a dramatic difference in the end results of the lives of those who chose faith versus those who consciously chose fear.

And I am eternally grateful for the rich heritage of blessings and I receive each and every day through my choice to believe in my Savior Jesus Christ.

I choose love. I choose faith. I choose hope. I choose life.

He is Risen.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It is done, it is done, it is done.

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