Two Worries and One Knowing

Two Worries and One Knowing

Two Worries and One Knowing
 
This morning I said Goodbye to Two Worries…
Two Worries that have colored my world
For as long as I can remember…
And that’s a very, very long time.
 
I did not realize that these are just worldly worries…
I did not realize how heavy they were to carry…
Nor how many decisions I could have made differently…
And how many more amazing experiences I could have enjoyed…
Had I not ignorantly enlisted these worries as life-long companions.
 
Because I carried the worries,
I created a world that included them…
A world of efforting and struggle against those two worries…
Which compounded them into four worries…
And those into more worries…
And on, and on, and on.
 
Now I see how truly useless these worldly worries are….
And, now that truth has become evident to me,
I also see that I can lay them down as easily as I picked them up,..
I can surrender these worldly burdens and simply let them go.
 
This morning I said Goodbye to Two Worries.
Then asked,
Without these Two Worries,
What am I?
Who am I?
Why am I?
 
The answer comes readily.
It’s my One Knowing.
The One Knowing
That has been my companion for longer than I can remember.
That One Knowing
Is simply…
To Love.
 
The One Knowing is…
Love without judgment.
Love without worry.
Love without fear.
 
The One Knowing is…
Joyful Love.
Pure Love.
Simple Love.
Just BE the Love you wish to see in the World.

– A SoulTalk message from Jo Lyn

SoulTalk Meditations

SoulTalk Meditations

Soul Talk Meditations

SoulTalk meditations dig deep into the past
Discovering myriads of inherited ancestral sorrows…
Opening a Pandora’s Box of anguish experienced by generations past…
Echoing, unresolved, compounded through the ages…
Resonating through time, dimension, space and reality…
Twisting our current mortal reality with ancient echos of hidden pains…
Troubling us with fears and insecurities,
Clouding our dreams and blocking our growth.
Discovering the raw pain of the human condition.

Why seek I this path of sorrows?
Why do I walk again these painful roads?
Why open these gates of despair and horror,
Hidden humiliation, pride, shame, shock, worthlessness and more…
Exposing anew the old vulnerabilities, despairs and heartaches?
Why not leave this mess hidden in the past?
Why not let the dead stay buried?

Blame love.
Love brought me to this place of compound sorrows.
Blessed with my own mortal travesty,
Defeated, lost and broken, I asked,
“Can I come home now?”
“No, said Death.
You’re not allowed” and stepped aside.
Divine Light found a window…
Compassion touched my forlorn heart
And said that faith could make me whole.
That there is more that I am meant to do
Among the souls of men.

“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God…”
“See that ye take care of these sacred things…”
I read the words.
The Spirit whispers.
And I have learned to listen.

SoulTalk.
Prayerful, meditative communion with God,
The Great Creator of All Things.
The Master Healer.
“See that ye look to God and live.”

Sacred Gifts.
The gift of healing.
The gift of intercessory prayer.
The gift of empathy.
The gift of writing.
The gift of soul connection.
The gift of hope.
The gift of Love.
The gift of joy.

The frailties and transient pains of my own body reveal
The anguished cries of souls long dead…
They cry out from the dust,
Trapped in the terror of unbelief from ages past,
When the Light withdrew,
Leaving them alone,
Bereft,
Subject to the ravages of darkness, violence and force
Of the centuries in which they lived.

I feel them.
Connected in the wee hours of the morning
I feel the spirit speak.
I ask, and the discovery charts reveal the issues ready to be released…
Do I need to know what it is?
Do I need to know where it came from?
Do I need to know how many felt this?
Can I clear this now?
I send all to the Light of God
Where the sorrows are transmuted,
Where souls are received by Angels
And guided to their next level of progression.

Once cleared, then comes a still-point moment between moments,
A quantum resting where the energies shift and settle
To a new level of perception.
A freedom from the past.
A deep breath of clarity.
And a new beginning.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
It has only just begun.

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)

 

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