Thu, 3 January 2008 Dear Friends, I have this sense that those of us sharing these Inner Christmas inspirations, those of us willing to work with the inner development of the Holy Nights, share a bond of compassion. We have a heart thread connecting us all together. And it is also a passion for each of us. We share our thoughts and our visions. Bless us one and all, Lynn Category: The Twelve Holy Nights -- posted at: 10:19 PM Comments[8] |
lynn thi is a wonderful site We tahnkyou from the Church God bless you and the oother viewers. Unconditional Love and selfless selfishness is the key.
posted by: Rev. Marilyn on Fri, 1/4 12:20 AM EST
I have always thought and have told others the fact that I feel passion and compassion... sometimes at the same time...with the same person! Unfortunately, I lost that 'person' that brought out these feelings. I guess God felt he needed him more than I did, although I would beg to differ! Nevertheless, this is the first time I saw the two in writing. I thought I was the first one to put the two together...Passion and Compassion. I guess I'm on the right path...somehow.
Tonight, I sit up late with my soul's music/messages ringing in my ears, (I beleive the soul sends messages and we often hear it as an almost musical ringing in our ears)
I try to let in the message I am "hearing". I had been feeling imbalanced and in a state of worry wondering what is wrong, what is out of alignment. I think to myself - I am working on wonderful healing spiritually and using truly wonderful tools. I have by comparison to my childhood and to many people I know, a wonderful life, full of richness of the heart, sprinkled with random evenings out of good dancing with my husband, we have a beautiful child who is deeper than most. We could all use a break from my husbands well meaning but seemingly never ending commentary on how we should learn and grow (someone always telling you what the learning is for you doesn’t leave room for you to really experience it and grow fro mit - not if they are doing it for you) But that oddity aside he is brilliant, amazing and loving and generous and passionate. I ask myself why then am I feeling so odd so out of sorts? Haven’t I worked on the issues I face?
I leave my bed and come to read the latest 12th night inspirations. I find an answer in these words. So many of us strive for compassion. I on the other hand have too much, perhaps to balance my husband in his struggle to find (or deny at times) compassion.
I also struggle with a deep friendship with a relative having gone unexpectedly very bad.
I used to believe that if they were angry I must have done something wrong there. I have soul searched, sought therapy for grieving the loss of that friendship and more, I have done everything I can to own my part. I can admit now that perhaps I didn’t “Do something wrong in that relationship.�
It is like the creativity/arbitray laws Lynn spoke of previously (Freedom and Lawfulness). this person I struggle with is ruled by arbitrary lawfulness and it is indeed punishing. I suffer immensely for it for one, I would never do to someone what has been done to me etc, and I find that my protection is low in regard to attacks from this one. I release cordings from this one with regularity.
I find too often of late that this one lives through me, off of me - corded or not, and I struggle with this because I have been the strong one with no influences like this for years (if ever), yet I am constantly reminded I have low protection, bombarded with this one's negativity, thoughts and obsessiveness and so I get very little respite. I love this one deeply, but again the “arbitrary law� Lynn spoke of is what I am up against in this one (punishing obsessive and so on).
I have maintained my love towards this one, and it has only served to keep me open to unwanted undeserved attacks psychically emotionally etc.
I struggle daily to release these emotions that are not mine, to regain my power that I gave away and try to understand it all. I love deeply, openly, and honestly and this has been, and is a blow and more painful than anything I have ever experienced, because it is without rhyme or reason, and it never ends and I know now that I did not deserve it and I am learning that if I had done something deserving of this insane bombardment I wouldn't deserve it still. No one would.
Tonight I read about Passion and Compassion and I admit some of it was not clear to me. But I did draw a message that was very helpful, a message that has come in other forms previously and that I can no longer escape: I am living without Passion. I know how to feed my passion but I have put it aside in favor of compassion for everyone else. A learned role, or a cultural imperative, either way, I don't live my passion.
Can I give up the traditional wife role and always being on-call to those I love?
The one who has taken a sharp turn into destructive negativity who I have been speaking of, that one perhaps is teaching me more on a soul level the consequences of only living in Compassion. I am tired of the pain and the loss of individuality to this one. I am stronger than that and always have been. I can only think now that it is more important than I know, that I learn passion and with it a balance of both compassion and passion.
The alternative where I am bombarded with this one's thoughts, attacks and negativity is just totally insane. I deserve better than that… From ME. A harsh lesson, but I must trust that my steadfast denial of passion in favor of being seen as a Good Woman is an expression of an unconscious deep belief system to be sure, one that needs to be healed and thrown out already. With any good fortune, I am not too late to recover my passion, and thus my endeavors from this passion will benefit all I am contracted to assist on a soul level. I really do desire and wish that to be so.
With newly emerging gratitude, Thank you Lynn.
I try to let in the message I am "hearing". I had been feeling imbalanced and in a state of worry wondering what is wrong, what is out of alignment. I think to myself - I am working on wonderful healing spiritually and using truly wonderful tools. I have by comparison to my childhood and to many people I know, a wonderful life, full of richness of the heart, sprinkled with random evenings out of good dancing with my husband, we have a beautiful child who is deeper than most. We could all use a break from my husbands well meaning but seemingly never ending commentary on how we should learn and grow (someone always telling you what the learning is for you doesn’t leave room for you to really experience it and grow fro mit - not if they are doing it for you) But that oddity aside he is brilliant, amazing and loving and generous and passionate. I ask myself why then am I feeling so odd so out of sorts? Haven’t I worked on the issues I face?
I leave my bed and come to read the latest 12th night inspirations. I find an answer in these words. So many of us strive for compassion. I on the other hand have too much, perhaps to balance my husband in his struggle to find (or deny at times) compassion.
I also struggle with a deep friendship with a relative having gone unexpectedly very bad.
I used to believe that if they were angry I must have done something wrong there. I have soul searched, sought therapy for grieving the loss of that friendship and more, I have done everything I can to own my part. I can admit now that perhaps I didn’t “Do something wrong in that relationship.�
It is like the creativity/arbitray laws Lynn spoke of previously (Freedom and Lawfulness). this person I struggle with is ruled by arbitrary lawfulness and it is indeed punishing. I suffer immensely for it for one, I would never do to someone what has been done to me etc, and I find that my protection is low in regard to attacks from this one. I release cordings from this one with regularity.
I find too often of late that this one lives through me, off of me - corded or not, and I struggle with this because I have been the strong one with no influences like this for years (if ever), yet I am constantly reminded I have low protection, bombarded with this one's negativity, thoughts and obsessiveness and so I get very little respite. I love this one deeply, but again the “arbitrary law� Lynn spoke of is what I am up against in this one (punishing obsessive and so on).
I have maintained my love towards this one, and it has only served to keep me open to unwanted undeserved attacks psychically emotionally etc.
I struggle daily to release these emotions that are not mine, to regain my power that I gave away and try to understand it all. I love deeply, openly, and honestly and this has been, and is a blow and more painful than anything I have ever experienced, because it is without rhyme or reason, and it never ends and I know now that I did not deserve it and I am learning that if I had done something deserving of this insane bombardment I wouldn't deserve it still. No one would.
Tonight I read about Passion and Compassion and I admit some of it was not clear to me. But I did draw a message that was very helpful, a message that has come in other forms previously and that I can no longer escape: I am living without Passion. I know how to feed my passion but I have put it aside in favor of compassion for everyone else. A learned role, or a cultural imperative, either way, I don't live my passion.
Can I give up the traditional wife role and always being on-call to those I love?
The one who has taken a sharp turn into destructive negativity who I have been speaking of, that one perhaps is teaching me more on a soul level the consequences of only living in Compassion. I am tired of the pain and the loss of individuality to this one. I am stronger than that and always have been. I can only think now that it is more important than I know, that I learn passion and with it a balance of both compassion and passion.
The alternative where I am bombarded with this one's thoughts, attacks and negativity is just totally insane. I deserve better than that… From ME. A harsh lesson, but I must trust that my steadfast denial of passion in favor of being seen as a Good Woman is an expression of an unconscious deep belief system to be sure, one that needs to be healed and thrown out already. With any good fortune, I am not too late to recover my passion, and thus my endeavors from this passion will benefit all I am contracted to assist on a soul level. I really do desire and wish that to be so.
With newly emerging gratitude, Thank you Lynn.
For me, this night of inner celebration couldn't of come at a more devine time...my grandma has been in ICU for the last several days due to complications of a failing heart. She is 89 years young, full of life and love. I invite you to share in the passion between a granddaughter and her admiration for her extraordinary grandmother in hopes that your compassion for life and love within your own relationships be restored.
Who Is This Woman I Dearly Love?
Coming to America, that was their plan,
A new life together, leaving their past in Finland.
They came with ideas, big dreams and goals,
To settle down in Minnesota, why—who knows?
She was born to a gentleman, strong, quiet and handy,
But because of the Depression, times were tough—money scanty.
Her mother was pretty and adjusted just fine,
To having six kids, always giving of her time.
With father at work five days a week then weekends gone fishin’,
Mother was at home cleaning up and preparing meals in the kitchen.
Being born last, she was the second girl to four boys,
Although all were loved, she was the baby—their pride and joy.
When asked what her childhood home was like,
She answered, “Grey in color, big yard with a well-pump and fence on all sides.�
It saddened my heart to hear of their deaths,
First her sister so young, then a brother four years later, age twenty—God bless~
Her parents and family moved on best they could,
They leaned on each other like loving families should.
Not too long after violence broke out causing WWII,
Her mother very sick from the influenza flu.
Father died of old age not too soon after,
Then did go Mama, possibly of “broken-heart� failure.
The rest of the kids stayed in touch with one another,
Some went alone and some went on together.
Some headed out west, others went to the east,
But she’s the only one living now, the others deceased.
There are many still left who branched off from her clan,
Don’t forget those families back in Finland.
Uncles, aunts, cousins abroad,
But the only one I know is her only child—seems odd.
With her immediate family now gone he makes time to call,
I too, come to see her; she’s part of me after all.
Without her stories and unconditional love,
I would have missed out on knowing her family—those now above.
She and I are “alike in so many ways�,
She tells me this often on our special days.
With my joy to read and interest to write,
She an editor during high school and wrote for the city of Duluth at night.
Her parents also creative and witty,
Mother Nummelin performed in theater; Father Heino having had his own business as a tailor within the city.
That’s not all we have in common—it’s true,
Our love for nature and animals shines through.
Who is this woman I dearly love so much,
If you guessed she’s my grandma—you’ve got the riddle touch.
Her name is Leila Helmi Heino, born March 30, 1918,
Forever, with all my love—your granddaughter, Christine
Who Is This Woman I Dearly Love?
Coming to America, that was their plan,
A new life together, leaving their past in Finland.
They came with ideas, big dreams and goals,
To settle down in Minnesota, why—who knows?
She was born to a gentleman, strong, quiet and handy,
But because of the Depression, times were tough—money scanty.
Her mother was pretty and adjusted just fine,
To having six kids, always giving of her time.
With father at work five days a week then weekends gone fishin’,
Mother was at home cleaning up and preparing meals in the kitchen.
Being born last, she was the second girl to four boys,
Although all were loved, she was the baby—their pride and joy.
When asked what her childhood home was like,
She answered, “Grey in color, big yard with a well-pump and fence on all sides.�
It saddened my heart to hear of their deaths,
First her sister so young, then a brother four years later, age twenty—God bless~
Her parents and family moved on best they could,
They leaned on each other like loving families should.
Not too long after violence broke out causing WWII,
Her mother very sick from the influenza flu.
Father died of old age not too soon after,
Then did go Mama, possibly of “broken-heart� failure.
The rest of the kids stayed in touch with one another,
Some went alone and some went on together.
Some headed out west, others went to the east,
But she’s the only one living now, the others deceased.
There are many still left who branched off from her clan,
Don’t forget those families back in Finland.
Uncles, aunts, cousins abroad,
But the only one I know is her only child—seems odd.
With her immediate family now gone he makes time to call,
I too, come to see her; she’s part of me after all.
Without her stories and unconditional love,
I would have missed out on knowing her family—those now above.
She and I are “alike in so many ways�,
She tells me this often on our special days.
With my joy to read and interest to write,
She an editor during high school and wrote for the city of Duluth at night.
Her parents also creative and witty,
Mother Nummelin performed in theater; Father Heino having had his own business as a tailor within the city.
That’s not all we have in common—it’s true,
Our love for nature and animals shines through.
Who is this woman I dearly love so much,
If you guessed she’s my grandma—you’ve got the riddle touch.
Her name is Leila Helmi Heino, born March 30, 1918,
Forever, with all my love—your granddaughter, Christine
posted by: Christine on Fri, 1/4 09:10 AM EST
I have been reading the daily wisdoms with deep appreciation.The 12 Holy Nights are not enough to take it all in! I hope to return again to the teachings in the year to come, and to eek out more understanding.
I have also found the blog greatly inspirational, of how profoundly we are all connected in this Earthly journey, how much knowing each one of us has, and how deeply nourishing it is to share at this simply human level.
I would love to know where everyone is from,& to imagine us all as lights on a world map. I am from Stroud, Gloucestershire in the U.K, does anyone out there know it?
I much resonated with the posting of Mishi,about recovering her passion, and appreciated the passion with which she expressed her words. The connection of passion with knowledge of suffering( and joy ) is v. evident here.
It is obvious, Mishi, you are at an exciting threshold of change in your life. I wish you the courage,strength,and support necessary to help in your new birthing.
It has taken me almost 40years to begin to engage more fully with my own creativity, which like many other women, and no doubt some men, was repressed by so frequently putting the needs of others before my own.It is a great place to come to, and I also have a new partner in my life, Rob, who reflects back, and supports the woman I am now.I feel v. blessed, but do acknowledge it has been a long, hard (sometimes delightful too) journey to get here, and I do not expect challenges to go away.What will be different is how I meet them, from a place of empowerment- makes all the difference!
Lots of Love to you all!
Annabel
I have also found the blog greatly inspirational, of how profoundly we are all connected in this Earthly journey, how much knowing each one of us has, and how deeply nourishing it is to share at this simply human level.
I would love to know where everyone is from,& to imagine us all as lights on a world map. I am from Stroud, Gloucestershire in the U.K, does anyone out there know it?
I much resonated with the posting of Mishi,about recovering her passion, and appreciated the passion with which she expressed her words. The connection of passion with knowledge of suffering( and joy ) is v. evident here.
It is obvious, Mishi, you are at an exciting threshold of change in your life. I wish you the courage,strength,and support necessary to help in your new birthing.
It has taken me almost 40years to begin to engage more fully with my own creativity, which like many other women, and no doubt some men, was repressed by so frequently putting the needs of others before my own.It is a great place to come to, and I also have a new partner in my life, Rob, who reflects back, and supports the woman I am now.I feel v. blessed, but do acknowledge it has been a long, hard (sometimes delightful too) journey to get here, and I do not expect challenges to go away.What will be different is how I meet them, from a place of empowerment- makes all the difference!
Lots of Love to you all!
Annabel
I am so moved by these prior posts... and never cease to be amazed of what happens when we slow down and take the time to listen to soul...
Lynn, I just could not find in me, the polarities in compassion and passion. I understood your meanings, but could not digest them quite in the way you offered... I didn't let that stop me and stayed with the words tumbling around in me all day. So it was very rich for me, and I thank you!
Lynn, I just could not find in me, the polarities in compassion and passion. I understood your meanings, but could not digest them quite in the way you offered... I didn't let that stop me and stayed with the words tumbling around in me all day. So it was very rich for me, and I thank you!
posted by: Lea on Sat, 1/5 01:00 AM EST
Dear Lynn, A STUNNING finish to the 12 holy nites! Certainty & doubt--your message really spoke to me & clarified lifelong feelings, mysteries. Thank you! I am really, really happy that this blog will remain for a year...thank you! I must go & meditate some more. Sorry the dear woman misunderstood your intent. You work so very hard. It'll be o.k.--may you & she be comforted!! Love...Bernice
As we all move through these nights of reflection while "riding" our planet as Earth travels through space, I appreciate reading Lynn's words and understand that life is found when we are brave enough to jump upon the swing, hold on while letting go, experiencing the moment without losing our truth as a human being and daring to share our own truth with those whose paths have crossed or run close to ours. Creating place for these moments to be shared is our work!
Like Annabel I too enjoy the visual imagery of us all like pearls of light shining. I wonder, as we approach the Vernal Equinox, might we all find a moment together when we spiritually "hold hands" and pray for peace? Lynn, could this be accomplished through your blog?
Peace,
Martha
Like Annabel I too enjoy the visual imagery of us all like pearls of light shining. I wonder, as we approach the Vernal Equinox, might we all find a moment together when we spiritually "hold hands" and pray for peace? Lynn, could this be accomplished through your blog?
Peace,
Martha
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