Sacred Gift of Writing

Sacred Gift of Writing

My Sacred Gift of Writing
My Sacred Gift of Healing
 

After our Compassion Circle Sharing call last evening, I thought to put my body in a circle of light, and give it compassion for the weight, health and balance issues that have prevailed despite all my holistic energy healing work.This self-directed compassion is a process of self-love, self-forgiveness, and self healing.
It is a process of validating emotions for the purpose of acknowledging them as real, as important, and as part of our soul’s process of exploring what we want and what we don’t want to experience… thus helping us be free to make positive life choices.In my mind’s eye, I draw a golden circle of Divine Light.
I place my body in that circle.

 
So sorry you are so heavy.
So sorry no matter what you do, you cannot change your stars.
So sorry you are stuck carrying other people’s burdens.
So sorry other people can release weight through learning to love themselves, but you cannot.
So sorry you are stuck in a perpetual state of chronic adrenal stress, for ever and ever and ever and ever and always.
So sorry your parasympathetic nervous system is so shattered, and you can never heal.
So sorry the stress you carry is not a burden you can ever put down.
So sorry you can send other’s burdens to the light, but not your own.
So sorry you feel you have to save the world.
So sorry you contracted to be in servitude forever.
So sorry work and service have to be hard.
So sorry you don’t know how to serve from a space of joy and love.
So sorry your world cannot be light and easy.
So sorry it is so difficult to throw off generational burdens.
So sorry they carried heavy burdens, so it wouldn’t be fair if you lightened your own load.
So sorry those burdens are so heavy your legs can no longer hold you up.
So sorry you have to become disabled in order to be relieved of your burdens.
So sorry now you have become a burden to others.
So sorry for your pain.
So sorry for your sorrows.
 
Time for bed…
so I leave my body in the circle of light…
and go to sleep.
Intermittently, I wake up and check the circle.
Yep, my body is still there.
Just waiting.
I give more compassion each time I awake.
 
So sorry you are stuck there.
So sorry you will always be stuck.
So sorry…
 
A few more hours of sleep – it is still there in the circle.
 
So sorry there is nowhere to go.
So sorry there is only shadow in that circle.
So sorry a circle of light is so dark.
So sorry you think you have to be heavy to stay alive.
So sorry you think you must be heavy to survive.
So sorry you don’t see that heaviness is what is killing you.
So sorry you don’t see that burden is too heavy.
So sorry you can’t see that weightlessness would allow you to move more freely.
So sorry you can’t see that you have the power to change.
So sorry you don’t see that you can give yourself permission to release the lot of it.
So sorry you don’t see that you can release it and let it go while still in this physical body.
So sorry you can’t figure out how to let it go without dying.
So sorry your cells think they are protecting you from harm by chelating emotional toxins.
So sorry you are too afraid to see your truth.
So sorry you cannot just let it all go.
So sorry you cannot love yourself just the way you are.
 
I awake in the morning – yep… my body is still in the circle… but I am on my way to deep water aerobics, so I can’t stop and focus for a session. It will have to wait.
 
My swimsuit on, I’m in the pool.
I love my YMCA mornings.
In between the instructor’s guidance,
I check that circle of light.
 
My body is still there, but it is all crumpled up.
It looks like a pile of discarded clothing.
Blacks and browns and blues.
It’s a sorry mess.
Is my body still there?
Yes.
Shall I send it compassion now?
No.
 
Okay… and I go my merry way,
able to perform full range of motion in the water,
moving there in ways I cannot do on dry land.
 
My lips have been chapped for weeks.
Ever since Mother passed away my lips have dried out, peeled off, become soft again, only to dry out again.
Sometimes my lips feel like a snake shedding it’s skin.
Yes, I use amazingly good lip stuff.
Yes, I stay well hydrated.
Water water everywhere, inside and out.
Still, I’m shedding my skin.
 
On my way home I check again.
Yep, my body is still in the circle of light,
all crumpled up like wadded up fabric…
Shall I do a compassion session now?
Nope.
 
Once home, I dry my hair, eat breakfast, send my husband off to work, and sit at the computer.
I write my story of Clearing Deep Resentments, (4 hour project) totally losing track of time.
 
I love writing.
I love expressing myself through words.
Words have so many nuances.
I love that I can muscle test and know which words to use.
I love that when it’s the wrong word or phrase,
My intuition will lead me to the right ones.
 
Those I know who don’t love writing
think I am compelled to write by some evil magician or because of an odd pathological obsessive compulsive behavior.
 
But truth being – I write because I love to write.
I can express myself through the written word
in a way that satisfies my soul.
I write to create.
I write to process.
I write for healing.
I write to share.
I feel joy when I write.
 
I check my circle of light.
Is my body still there?
Yes.
Is my body still a crumpled pile of clothing?
No
Do I see the crumpled pile?
No
Is my body still in the circle of light?
Yes
I cannot see it.
Is my body light?
Yes
Is my body light in the circle of light?
Yes
 
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It is done, it is done, it is done.
Clearing Deep Resentments

Clearing Deep Resentments

Clearing Deep Resentments

I received a compassion session from my Compassion Key partner, in which I uncovered deep resentments toward my father that I had never cleared, in all these years of healing work.

It was not a fun session for me.

 

I didn’t want to face the truth that I could never be fully healed
until I resolved this issue of resentment and unwillingness to forgive.
The issues are generations old, passed down from one to another.
I didn’t realize the greater fault was mine, in refusing to release the resentments.
I had been guarding my feelings for so long, that I externalized the blame.
I didn’t wake up to the understanding that the power of healing was within me all along…. 
 
As a small child I loved and revered my father,
even though he prized his boys and disregarded his girls.
As a teen, I became disillusioned, rebellious, frustrated and quite bitter toward him.
As a young adult, in an effort toward emotional self preservation,
I distanced myself from his authoritative, scarcity mindedness
and his “my way or the highway” attitudes.
 
It became easy to blame my problems on his less-than-perfect parenting.
All I ever wanted was to love and be loved.
He couldn’t say kind or encouraging words to me.
Our energy styles are polar opposites.
He could only understand the world and other people through his own filters…
and the same could be said of me.
Though I was born of him, his inner world was totally different than mine.
 
Mid life I recognized my father was simply human,
and it was unrealistic to expect him to meet my old idealistic perception of perfection.
As he aged I realized I could never change him.
But more than ever, I found it difficult to be around him.
I felt that his heavy abrasiveness overpowered the natural light of my soul.
Regardless of how I tried to share what was in my heart,
he seemed unwilling or unable to understand.
I continued to hold my self-protective grudges,
unwittingly stuck in my emotional past,
just as he was stuck in his.
I kept trying through the years to show my love.
Truth be, I suppose I was also seeking his approval.
When their health failed and they wanted to stay in their home,
I remodeled it and installed a kitchen at my own expense so they could have one-level living.When it was no longer safe for them to stay home alone together,
and having people in to help was too stressful,
I drove Dad around town looking for options.
He didn’t want to get into my car, because it was a Cadillac.
He said “Someone would see him in that car and come steal all his money.”No matter that I had proven myself financially enough to be able to help them,
he could not, and would not, accept my offerings.

All I wanted was genuine acknowledgement of shared love.
But it was not forthcoming.
I gave up and began “dodging the bullet” of pain.
I stopped trying to get him to love me.

Because he was my father, and for the sake of my mother,
for all those years, I tolerated him.
I accepted that h
e had his own coping mechanisms,
and was incapable of expressing love to me in a way I could understand.
He viewed emotions as weakness,
insisting that I use my head and not my heart,
to ensure survival and success in this world.
That counsel caused me great confusion,
because I knew I was all heart.
Thus, I was incapable of meeting his expectations.
He was the authority in my childhood world.
I developed an adverse attitude toward authority in my adult world.

The stress of these inner conflicts and misperceptions contributed to my health meltdown, eventually leading me to a journey of holistic healing.

I attempted to share these new perceptions with my parents.
But because this new learning dealt with emotions,
and emotions were to be feared and disregarded as unimportant,
even though my teachers had worldly authority as doctors,
my new perspectives were promptly and summarily dismissed.

“Poppycock!” was the word.

A few weeks after my father passed in 2012, his spirit spoke to me.
“I’m beginning to understand now. I want to know more,” he said.
But I was bone-deep angry.

“You waited too long,” I said, dismissing him. “You’ll have to wait until I’m ready.”

I continued on my path of learning healing modalities.

For the next six months, I’d get random sharp pains in my right shoulder. Muscle testing and emotional healing work revealed that this was my father, commanding my attention toward something he wanted cleared, either for himself or for his ancestors, often for his mother. I would do the energy healing work and my shoulder pain would dissipate.

Eventually, the shoulder pains ceased altogether, and the patterns of empathic pain shifted to different areas. Prompted by physical pain, I cleared hundreds of thousands of ancestral emotions using various healing modalities in the next few years. As I expanded my understanding, I became quite skilled in this ancestral healing work and in getting the energies to move.

Still, my health and wealth issues continued. I remained weaker and heavier than expected. Often off balance. And I experienced random sharp pain in different parts of my body.

Blessedly, the pain could always be cleared through energy work. Blessedly, our finances improved somewhat. Most importantly, I chose to focus on being more aligned with the Spirit, and found great comfort and peace through meditation and prayer..

 

Mother came to live with us last year, at age 94. She would often wonder out loud why she was still here in this world, and I would tell her she was “here for the love of it.”

Sometimes she would wish she could die, but say she didn’t know how.
I would tell her I didn’t know how either, but if she figured it out, to go ahead and go to the other side… that when she did manage it, I would miss her terribly, but I would understand.
Once I told her that maybe dying is not something that you actively do, but perhaps it is something you allow. Maybe it is more of a simple “letting go”.

My body picked up on Mother’s energies, usually in the form of knee pain or chronic left hip pain.
I could get these to simply go away by doing the energy work. 
Curious, Mother read my energy medicine books and requested for me to do healing sessions with her and for her.
I explained that this energy I work with intersects the body and the spirit.
Move the energy – get it unstuck – and the body’s natural healing processes can balance out.
The body is programmed for healing and our souls are programmed for wholeness.
Energy Medicine work is simply the practice of gently shifting the energies so the body, mind and spirit become free to do what they are meant to do… to support our soul’s highest expression here in form.Healing together became our constant practice… day and night.
Mother would tell me hurts and sorrows she held from years long past.
I would apply my energy healing modalities to the issues, and release them from her, from me, from all who experienced or were affected by them, and all who inherited them. Mother would tell visitors that I kept her out of the doctor’s office, because her aches and pains would go away when I did the energy work.

 
Mother passed away a few weeks ago.
She got her wish of simply going to sleep at home, in her own bed, surrounded by family, and just waking up on the other side.
I do miss her terribly, though I do understand she wanted to go.
Her spirit is free now.
She is with those she loves, those who went before.
I miss our open, frank conversations.
I miss our expressions of loving kindness and consideration.
i miss her wit and humor.
i miss being able to show her my love through small daily, thoughtful actions.
I miss seeing her express the beauty of her soul through her beautiful cross stitch needlework.
I miss her presence in our home.Healing modalities and self-directed compassion are essential comfort measures for me. As the waves of grief subside, I notice that my chronic aches and pains are also subsiding.

Subsiding, yes.
But there remain some issues that are not yet fully resolved in my physical reality.
I notice that  I miss my Mother in ways I never missed my Father.
For far too long, I have been busy resenting him for all my childhood hurts and misperceptions…
Too conveniently blaming him for my difficulties with relationships,
for my struggles in not knowing how to feel whole and connected and on purpose in the world.
Some of that was true during my childhood.
But as an adult, it is my responsibility to face my own truths and move beyond the past.
My problem was, until I learned energy healing work, I didn’t know how to move on.

I continue to participate in Compassion Key trainings, giving and receiving sessions.
I thought I had my emotions all handled…
I thought I had cleared all those old childhood issues by just putting them behind me…
until last week’s Circle Compassion session with my partner, Janet Charette.

As the session commenced, we began with a recap of our previous session which had been for her. Then she said it was my turn.

And thus began a conversation.
STUFF from childhood came up. It angered me.
“I thought I had cleared up all this stuff long ago,” I wailed.
“Why does it keep coming up and slamming me in the face, again and again?
When will this ever end!?
Do I have to die to let it all go?!”

Clearly, my resentment had surfaced.
The conversation triggered my old hurts.
That’s a signal that there is something that is ready to be cleared.
“Ah”, said Janet. “Your father is who you need to put into the Circle of Light.”
I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to face it.
I didn’t want to face him.
I felt the effort would be futile.
I didn’t want to forgive.
I wanted to hold onto my resentments.
I didn’t want to bring up old hurts.
Because no matter what I ever accomplished,
he would never change toward me.
He could never appreciate me for who I really am.
I am a girl, and I am all heart, and his heart is closed to me.
I could never meet his expectations when he was alive,
so I knew I could not meet them now that he is dead.
I could never be a boy. He had five boys already.
Why could he not be happy to have girls, too?
I didn’t want to feel that old pain of being not enough.
I didn’t want to feel that old pain of being expected to clean up after him and the boys.
I didn’t want to feel the pain of being disregarded
and even disrespected and used as a workhorse because I was a girl.
I didn’t want to dredge up those old feelings of being unimportant.
I didn’t want to again go through the pain of being dismissed by him.
Fearing that his negative energies would bully and oppress
my natural lightness as it had in the past,
I resisted putting him in a circle of light.
It was far easier to dismiss him than take the risk and invite him in.
I knew I couldn’t change him. And I couldn’t change me.
For decades, running away had been my only salvation.

But Janet lovingly insisted.
“Will you allow me to help direct you to give yourself some self-compassion?”
And she held the space energetically for me so I felt safe.
So I imagined creating a circle of divine, golden light.
Envisioning him in that circle kept me safe from him, and him safe from me.

Then Janet dug deep with the compassion phrases, saying that as long as I keep him on the hook, there is lots of stuff I don’t have to face yet.

Oh my! My mind indexed on her comment as we progressed with the session.
Could this hook of old resentment be the truth I was side-stepping in all these years of holistic healing work? Could clearing these old resentments be the key to opening the door I’d been knocking on for so long? The key to stepping into a new way of being?  A key to authentic wholeness? Is THIS why I still have nagging health and wealth issues?

 
Every so often, she told me to check into the circle and look at my father,
to see what he was doing.
I would prefer not to look, but I glanced over at the circle of light.
He was just standing there, alone.
I could see his confusion.
He didn’t know what he was doing in the circle.
He is an action man.
There was nothing in the circle but him, alone.
Nothing to do.
No work.
No weeds to pull.
Nothing to be acted upon.
Nothing to be controlled or manipulated.
No act of service to perform.
Just himself.
Empty handed.

Looking around wondering what to do.

“So sorry if you stop hating your dad, you’ll be at loose ends.
So sorry you won’t know what to do with yourself.”
Janet continued with the phrases, mirroring my thoughts with words.
Yes, I was triggered in the process.
Yes, I cried.
Yes, my face crinkled up as tears rolled down my face.
Yes, I blew my nose.
Compassion prevailed.
Janet continued to hold the space for me.
We checked into the circle again.
My father was flying a kite, totally unaware of my fears.
More compassion phrases.
More digging deep.
More releasing of old hurts.
“I just want this all to be done!”
“It will be done when you choose that it is done.
When you have released all the resentments,
and your soul is clear, then it is done.
The timing is all up to you.”
 
We checked into the circle again.
Empty. He was gone.
Gone to fly a kite with his brother.

And that was it.
Easy peasy.
I didn’t die by encircling him in Divine Light.
I acknowledged my fears and resentments,
releasing them through the power of compassion,
the power of God’s love.
 
Then I had another thought, which brought up another fear.
Who am I now?
I have spent decades motivated by these fears
of not measuring up, of not being enough,
of not being worthy of mention or attention… or of love…
of having to prove that girls are just as valuable as boys…
And now that scarcity motivation is gone,
now that I have cleared these resentments, who am I?
What am I? What can I do? How do I be me?
 
“So sorry you don’t know who you are.”
“So sorry you don’t know how to be the new you.”
 
In compassion for my plight, Janet put on her Theta Healing hat
and connected with Divine Source on my behalf.
With my permission, she asked that the old contract be marked complete
on the genetic, core and soul levels, releasing of the obligation to re-pattern the lesson,
to release everyone in the world from showing up to re-teach me that lesson…
 
Forgiveness was expressed.
Permissions for fun and joy and love were given…
She requested and witnessed The Great Creator of All Things
lifting from me the fear and the pain,
and giving me the Creator’s perspective of how
to be in joy and choose from love,
and to know my purpose again…
 
Teaching me that when I am being on purpose I feel light.
Teaching me that if something feels heavy, to not choose it.
Choose what feels light.
Choose to let go of all I am not.
If it is not light it is a lie.
To feel the joy in my human body…
If I have something in my heart… to let it out.
To become a conscious co-creator…
To follow my heart and express what is in it…
Whatever is the fullest expression of my soul’s light…
Whatever gives me joy and expresses my joy…
To be in my own creation, not attempting to fit myself into someone else’s expectation…
To not attempt to fill my perception of someone else’s expectation…
To not criticize myself…
To not be “hell bent” on proving them right…
When I am doing the best I can in my sweet zone…
When I am doing what brings my heart joy…
That is when I am on purpose…
I get what I create.
Happiness is wanting what I get.
Success is not what I expected.
I am allowed to be surprised by life and love and joy.
 
The new questions are:
How much joy can I stand?
How much happiness can I handle?
How much money can I receive?
How many lives can I change?
 
Be love.
Ask for that feeling. How it shows up is God’s business.
Live in that feeling.
Then you will want to HAVE a life.
The more you live in the feeling you want,
The more you ramp up how much you can receive.
 
We always get what we want.
We don’t always know why we want it.
Often we create either too much of what we don’t want,
Or not enough of what we do want.
 
But now, having released all the old fears and resentments,
I can now have what I want.
I can now create what I want.
I don’t have to die to achieve it.
I can be loved, even cherished.
I can care without criticism.
I can be clear.
I can trust myself.
I can trust my feelings.
I can trust my truth.
I can trust my process.
I can respect myself.
I can love myself.
I can love others unconditionally.
I can express myself without fear.
I can love without judgment.
I can live an inspired life.
I can feel aligned with The Great Creator.
I can have what I want in a healthy body.
I can contribute in meaningful ways.
I can go where I want to go.
I can live how I want to live.
I can have friends.
I can have money.
I can have love.
I can have fun.
I can have joy.
I can be joy.
 
Not the session I expected.
But just what I needed.
 
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It is done, It is done, It is done.
Permission Granted

Permission Granted

Permission Granted

Guidance received on May 23, 2017:
“You are hereby authorized to be all that you were meant to be,
to do all that you desire to do, and to create all that is in you to create.
This authority is vested in you by divine right from the Great Creator of All Things…”

I am enough.
I have healed enough.
I have cleared enough.
I know it.
God knows it.
My heart knows it.
I am ready.
And the universe is showing me how…

Across my desk a few weeks ago came a message from Jeff Goins, a writer’s coach,
entitled “Seven Ways to Power Up”. Jeff says:
1. Get out of your own way.
2. Filter out distractions vs your path.
3. Know who you really are.
4. Become discerning – ramp up your intuition.
5. Open up to new perspectives.
6. Respect yourself.
7. Be clear in your meaning, focus and purpose.

I realized that since my previous business life imploded,
I have been consciously working on all those things.
Jeff just outlined my process in seven succinct steps.
And I was nearly ready…
But I needed a number eight.
I needed one more thing…
I needed permission…
My own…
And God’s.

Years ago, when my outer world crashed, I lost my inner compass.
I lost my sense of who I was and what I was here to do.
I lost my sense of being valued in the world I lived in.
My sense of self-trust wavered.
Though my troubles were minuscule compared to some,
They were huge in my perspective.
When you’re in the middle of the pit of trauma and drama,
It can feel impossible to climb out.

Life is not an event, until it’s over.
While we’re still in human form, life is a process, a work in progress.
Stuff happens…
We change.
The world around us changes.
Sometimes it chews us up and spits us out.
Then we can choose.
Do we give up?
Quit?
Blame?
Cry?
Whine?
Turn inward?
Live small?
Well, maybe. Sometimes. Usually. Of course. YES. For a while, anyway.

As human’s it can take some time to process life events.
It’s natural to grieve what’s lost, especially when it was something we loved, sacrificed for, or identified with.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
We flail around in these stages of grief, resisting and processing change.
But “The only thing constant in this world is change.”

This world was not designed to be perfect – it was designed to provide opportunities for growth.
That’s why, “the poor will always be with us” – because something is always hitting the fan somewhere on this planet.
Whomever is rich one moment may be poor the next. Those in power now may be in disgrace later.
Those who are strong, wealthy and charitable, may experience devastating circumstances and become needy.
That’s why we are given guidance such as, “thou shalt not judge”, and “as I have loved you, love one another”.
The Great Creator knew we would need help, support, and comfort
to get through the tough stuff with our faith and hope intact or restored…
and we can do it – we can pass through this “vale of tears” and come out on the other side
more humble, teachable, grateful, accepting, allowing, peaceful,
and strong and passionate in our purpose.

It took me some time to wade through the pain and reorient to a new life situation.
What I had perceived as loss was simply a blessing – an opportunity to learn different life lessons,
though at first, I did not see it that way.
I learned that I had much spiritual cleansing to do, and I am grateful that the Spirit works gently and lovingly.
I am grateful for all the earth angels that helped me through my pain and back onto a divinely led path.
I have learned that when fully aligned with the divine, I can be at peace in the midst of chaos –
“in the world but not of the world”.
Peace gives rise to gratitude.  Gratitude empowers strength.
Strength inspires purpose. Purpose, fully lived, blooms into joy.
May we each become more whole, more of our best selves, and thus see life through new eyes.

“Permission Granted”, came the message. 
“You are hereby authorized to be all that you were meant to be,
to do all that you desire to do, and to create all that is in you to create.
This authority is vested in you by divine right from the Great Creator of All Things”

The message is clear.  We have been given permission from the Almighty,
the Great Creator of Heaven and Earth, to choose what we will be, and do, and have.
The power is in you to say yes to yourself.
I pray that you will be encouraged to choose life and light over darkness and despair.
Say yes to life, yes to love, and yes to living your gifts.

Blessings,
Jo Lyn

 

Blessings and Gratitude

Blessings and Gratitude

Blessings and Gratitude
 
This Thanksgiving was different.
No houseful of family or guests.
No hours in the kitchen preparing turkey and fixings….
We let our grown children experience their holiday without us…
 
And as new “empty nesters”,
we chose something different.
He wanted food and football…
I wanted chocolate and sweetness…
We indulged in both,
and added in some service as well.
 
Thanksgiving Day with my husband’s sister and her husband…
Dining out, we enjoyed exquisite meals…
Grateful for this experience of Affluence, Ease and Joy…
 
Then a movie… Marvel Adventures of Dr. Strange…
I LOVED it…
A traditional doctor of western medicine…
Experiencing a traumatic wake-up-call,
Broadening his awareness into the
World of Energetic Power and Force…
Chakras… Astral Bodies… Dealing with Offensive Entities…
Altered Perceptions… Spells… Crystals…
Manipulating Space and Time… Portals… Vortexes…
Darkness and Light…
“Lions, Tigers and Bears, Oh My”….
SO FREAKING FUN!!
If you understand the world of energy… you’ll love this!!
 
Friday Football on the Big Screen,
A comfortable night in our own bed,
Saturday morning service at the Seattle LDS Temple,
Then a “quick” trip across the State to visit my sweet Mother….
Who currently lives with the friends who “bought the back pasture”
over 40 years ago, and established their homestead there.
 
It quickly became evident that her caregivers’ health is precarious.
His bulging disc and 6 months of sciatica pain
led to back surgery scheduled for Monday…
and they had made no provision for extra help for Mother…
just planning to leave her “home alone” while he is in surgery….
Some optimists live in a state of blissful denial…
And keep going despite overwhelming odds…
Until they just can’t anymore.
I know.
I did that.
The ostrich syndrome.
Works only in the short term.
Not for the long term.
Change is always coming.
We can resist… and struggle…
Or accept… and shape the change…
Leave my 94 year old Mother “Home Alone”?
Not a chance!
We decided to stay longer….
 
“What if he doesn’t get better, Jo Lyn?” she asked. “What shall we do?”
I lean toward her in compassionate strength…
“We will deal with it together, one step at a time.”
She nods in agreement.
He no longer has the strength to serve Mother’s needs,
And she is too frail to manage the wheelchair…
And it’s clear to us that it’s time for her to move.
But six months ago she adamantly refused the offer of change….
 
A Sunday evening open discussion at my brother’s home
produced three good options from which Mother can choose.
But will she?
A sleepless night.
Meditative prayer and Soultalk sessions.
Intuitive guidance received.
A list of specific actions to perform for specific family members.
So much to do, in this healing process of love…
 
Mother requested an outing to the bookstore on Monday.
She selected her books and went to the check stand…
Where a 60’s something customer stood by,
Who, “in-cahoots” with the clerk,
Paid for Mother’s books before she could even get out her wallet.
“Merry Christmas”, the lady said.
Surprised and startled, Mother said, “Thank you.
What just happened?” We all laughed, delighted at the exchange.
Three ladies in the store obviously recognized Mother from
her decades of Church service in the community…
But Mother no longer recognized them.
“Mother, she gave you a Christmas gift – she paid for your books.”
“Well, Thank You!” she managed again…
“And Merry Christmas to you, too!”
The ladies gather round, watching, smiling,
as mother slowly makes her way to the door.
“Merry Christmas… Merry Christmas… Merry Christmas….”
 
In the car, heading home, she said again,
“Why did she do that? I don’t know her from Adam or Eve!”
“Mother, she gave herself the gift of giving,
She honored you for your years of giving in the Church and community.
They knew you… perhaps you taught them as children… or led them in song…
or served at a dinner… a funeral… or helped at a wedding…
or knew them in the Daughters of Utah Pioneers….
They knew you, and honored you.
In some way, at some time, you blessed their lives,
and today, in this way, they blessed you with a simple gift.
And in blessing you, it blessed them to be able to give.
Merry Christmas.”
 
Lunchtime. A simple meal.
A prayer of gratitude.
A request for healing for her caregiver,
who was still waiting for his surgery.
“I am concerned for him, and I am concerned for you all…”
opened a gentle discussion with Mother.
Options on the table,
Pros and cons explained,
Her preferences explored…
An interim support system in activated…
She chooses my brother’s place.
It’s closer, and already designed to serve her mobility needs.
“But I will have to get rid of a bunch of stuff before I move…”
“No worries, Mom, we will help. We can work it all out.”
My soul is calm.
 
Empty nesters still,
Traveling home before the roads ice over,
My brother calls.
“She wants to come to you… “
My heart leaps….
I love Mother dearly, and would love for her to come to us…
To care for her for the rest of her days,
However short or long that may be.
But to be able to manage her needs with ease,
Another change is needed.

 Unpacking, in a quiet moment,
I sense my departed father near.

“Hello, Dad,” I say. “Are we doing okay for Mom?”
Yes.
Is it right for her to go to my brother’s place?
No
Do you want her to come to me?
Yes
Okay…. If that is to be…
Then here’s what I need you to help me with…
And I gave him the list…
A more generous size home.
A safe neighborhood.
Mobility access.
Closer to my husband’s work.
And within our stated budget.

There are Angels Among Us…
On both sides of the veil.
Aligning all for the highest and best good.

Blessing energy flows abundantly,
Bathing us all in an abundance of Affluence, Ease and Joy,
As much as we are willing and ready to receive…
 
I am grateful for this Gratitude Weekend…
For the spiritual gifts I am able to activate for myself and others…
for the results of my SoulTalk healing sessions…
Empathic clearing of ancestral and present emotions….
 
The feedback I am beginning to receive is amazing…
My sister’s disability released enough that she was able
(and courageous enough) to drive her car for the first time in 12 years.
My nephew now free of rage that trapped him for years in fear and pain and isolation.
My disabled son now working… taking on life responsibilities in a new way….
Physical healing…
A softening of hearts…
Improved communications…
Funds sufficient for our needs…
Simple, but profound, the blessings are flowing…
A dinner out,
A trip to see Mother…
A real estate transaction resolution… “Your check is ready”…
Football…
Chocolate…
Sweetness…
Joy.
 
I am excited to see what shows up next.
Thank you, thank you, thank you….
Our Eternal Family Circle

Our Eternal Family Circle

Our Eternal Family Circle

In the wee hours of the morning
I awoke
And the questions came…

Are there offensive entities attacking our family?
Yes…

Long story short,
I used the process I learned in the Temple
And in The Body Code
And my Sacred Spiritual Gifts
And cast these offensive energies,
Evil spirits, curses, and saboteurs
Away from us and to the light
Where they are accountable before God.

I asked that sentinel Angels stand guard around us,
protecting us from evil influences…

And downloaded more light and love from God
To fill all the quantum spaces where they had been hiding…

So who were they, and what were they trying to do?
They were Legions of Evil Spirits…
Trying to stop us from loving one another…
Trying to break up the love and the joy we feel in our family…

Some came through the cracks of broken relationships…
Mistakes, hurt feelings, personal struggles and fears…
Expanding the distances between our hearts through pride in its many forms.

Others jump to us or attach to the auras around us
From neighbors houses….
From workplaces…
From any place they can leap from…
Heckling and mocking…
At the chance to destroy an otherwise eternal family….
All with the desire to stop us from loving one another.

Blessedly, in my meditative work,
I recognize the offensive infestations and send them to the Light,
To be accountable before God.
Sometimes I weary in this well doing…
But I manage to keep going as-long-as is needed….

Are they gone?
Yes
Did they go to the Light?
Yes.
Can I rest now?
Yes

This quiet battle is over…
But the war still wages on…
And our eternal happiness together will be the prize if we can win….

Inside our own family is the key to our salvation.
Can we lay down our pride
And misunderstandings
And fears…

And pick up the olive branch of forgiveness
And kindness
And trust…

And just love one another?
Let us seek to heal our wounds from the inside out…
To stop resisting the lessons life shows us daily
And open to allowing a greater measure of
The Pure Love of Christ,
The Blessings from God the Father
and The Whispering of the Holy Spirit
To permeate our souls with joy…
And kindness…
Repentance…
Forgiveness…
And Love.

Look within.
Seek the Light.
Love One Another.

Sending each of us bounteous blessings of Love…
From Me…
And from our Guardian Angels
(Those who wake me up to do this work).

Love One Another

Lemon Water Healing

Lemon Water Healing

Lemon Water Healing Story

I recently spent a week with my 94 year old Mother while her caregivers were away on vacation. She asked what I had been working on recently. I shared with her about my energy healing work. I explained that there is an underlying energetic and subconscious component to every disease and disorder, and that the holistic healing work I do helps identify and release the stress of these stuck energies so the body can more easily heal itself.  She was curious and wondered if I could help her.

I was specifically enjoying working with the app that comes with The Body Code by Dr. Bradley Nelson.  I find that using this app as Dr. Nelson teaches allows me to get to the underlying emotional or physical causes of the issues and release the energy of them, thus allowing the body’s natural healing ability to flow.

She began telling me of her current symptoms and issues – some that had been bothering her just recently, and others that had been life long issues. I used The Body Code app and applied the healing process, and she said she felt better.

It was so sweet to be able to tuck her into bed that night – to express my love for her and appreciate her gentle, loving soul. But I was a little worried. Her health is so fragile, that I feared the energy shifting would be too much for her.  Thankfully, upon awakening the next morning… I listened intently for any sounds from her room, grateful that she was still with me, and had not chosen to pass on during the night. Such a relief!

The next few days were amazing. She would tell me things, I would write them down, then when she was napping, I would do the energy clearing on her behalf. When she awoke, she wanted me to give her a report about what I had discovered and shared.

She wanted to understand it more herself.  She is an avid reader, so we went to the bookstore and she bought “The Emotion Code” by Dr. Nelson. She also bought Power vs Force by David R. Hawkins, and Energy Medicine by Donna Eden. These gave her enough of an understanding of energy healing that she asked me to do more.  It was a delight to find her telling me even of her girlhood fears… and asking them to be released. It was such a joy to help my mother come to a greater sense of peace.

In the course of this concentrated work, I found patterns of ancestral inheritances – one ancestor in particular, 9 generations back from my mother, who had experienced a great deal of trauma in her life here on earth. These ancestral emotions had been inherited by my mother (as well as me and some of my children). We were able to release them, which helped my mother relax and feel better.
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The most dramatic physical effects my mother experienced from this work were:
1) Better sleep (she is now able to sleep about 6 hours at a time, in contrast to her previous pattern of only sleeping 3 hours at a time).
2) No more shakiness.  She had been experiencing random pattern of shaking spells, which neither her medical doctor nor her naturopath had been able to help her relieve… but The Body Code app showed me that the underlying cause of her symptom was too much acidity in the body… and the “cure” was to drink the juice of 1/2 of a lemon in pure water, daily. Such an easy fix – and no great risk, so she was totally willing to try it!  We didn’t have fresh lemons in the house, but we had a bottle of lemon juice in the refrigerator… so we tried it 2 teaspoons of lemon juice in a cup of water (she wanted hers warm) did the trick. No more shaking spells!

A week after my visit, my brother who lives nearby stopped in to see her,  He was delighted to find Mother healthy, happy and with more energy and zest for life than she has shown for a very long time. He made a point of calling to tell me that he sees a light in her eyes now that he hasn’t seen in years. Thanks to energy healing work, perhaps my mother will live another 10 years or more – happily and healthy. I certainly hope so!

Blessings to all … Jo Lyn
P.S. I Love My Mother

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

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

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.

Appreciation for My Physical Body

Appreciation for My Physical Body

Appreciation for My Physical Body

DAY 3 of My 28 Day Gratitude Practice: Counting My Blessings.
Today I am consciously aware and grateful for my appreciation for my physical body, and how it empowers me.

I received a blessing at age 16 that told me I am blessed with a beautiful, strong body.  But I doubted that truth. As a child, being very reflective of  generational attitudes, peer values and media messages, I had already picked up some very damaging misconceptions.  These twisted beliefs created inner conflicts regarding my self-image that damaged my feelings of self-worth and affected my ability to love and accept myself.  In turn, this affected my relationships, the way I approached my roles in life, my perception about my capabilities and my beliefs about what is possible for me to be, to become, and to accomplish.

Holistic healing of these misperceptions and resulting emotional issues has been a long journey, but I am so happy to be able to say I have worked through them, and I am truly grateful for my physical body. My body teaches me life lessons, empowers my choices and allows me the joy of creating my life, day by day.

This morning I awoke very early, feeling heavily burdened. At this particular time, I have been carrying some excess weight, despite healthy eating habits.  I have learned that my body is my teacher, so I began asking questions using my muscle testing process. I identified that I have been taking on and carrying some pretty heavy generational emotional burdens – habitually – and that habit has affected by physical physiology.

Apparrently, one of my earliest beliefs was that the way to ease the burdens of others is to take on, hold and carry their struggles, their pains and their troubles for them. Not so. I now realize that more correctly, my gifts as a healer are infinitely more effective when I activate my sacred gifts and become a facilitator, inviting and sharing divine love and light, and helping others to simply let their burdens go…. consciously, effortlessly, and joyfully….

So today, in increased conscious awareness, I used the Emotional Freedom Technique to free myself of this subconscious, debilitating habit. I can better use my holistic healing skills for good as I witness the healing power of divine love and light… so I began with myself. Tapping on my crown chakra and the tapping points on my face, torso and hands, I gave recognition to the issue, released it, sent it to the light, and felt comforted in my body, my spirit, and my soul. And for this, I am grateful.

My message to you today is to encourage you that it is never too late to heal your thoughts, heal your emotions, heal your relationships, and your life. And healing is often easier than you may think.

Counting My Blessings

So here’s ten blessings I am grateful for, in Appreciation of My Physical Body

1.     I can see.

2.     I can hear.

3.     I can breathe.

4.     I can smell.

5.     I can taste.

6.     I can walk.

7.     I can use my hands.

8.     I can move my body purposefully

9.     I can think.

10. I can use my body to bring my thoughts into physical reality and express myself.

I am so grateful that I have learned to love myself enough to appreciate the beauty of being in physical form as a human being on this amazing planet.  I am so grateful that I am able to use this beautiful physical body of mine to create experience this amazing world we live in.

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

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