On Love...

[finn]

This post, as well as my previous post, are from a collection of writings entitled "Wisdom's Words". While these writings apply to everyone, some reference specific incidences with the writer. These writings are being written and compiled in real time.

Castle's callous foundations fall down and sink into the dark abyss. Splendid structures sink in quickening sand while humble houses burn in roaring rage. Naught were ever made to last forever or endure years of winters darkest night or Summer's blazing light - only love is. The word may pass the lips to state a fondness for this thing or that but will you love it when it ages and looses face or value. Will you "love" it when it causes far more work than pleasured times - most likely not. But when you love, the real of love, the love that draws deep feeling just to speak, it matters not the trouble or the care it takes for that love, the love of this, does breathe and thrive and live beyond the last of winters dark or summer's light, live on beyond the longest sleep or time of resting peace, beyond your years and theirs and more. It stays within the space you felt it last, it follows at your side while on your path, it floats in clouds or rises from the sweetest rose - it does not die. It lives and breathes and lingers throughout time. It does not die. There is "love" as some would call it, that comes and goes and lives as long as it does not require much or while the beauty stays or lingers on but that is not the love the tomes now speak about. It's that that stay here now and was before, that drives and pushes in the search to find the one who compliments and finishes your task. Its this that reaches out to souls and kin, and gives the earth its presence and its skin. It's love that never dies. It's this that sets the sails and claims the wind, it's this that brings to life the hidden shore, it's this that will pull the veil to help them see. Blessed you are to know the real of this. The truest form of this some time ago awakened much of spirit you now know when placed in aged hands so full of love - the gifts then given now awaken more as you sail the rugged seas to see the shore. There's strength in this and each of you now know. The. Task. is hard with so much more to go. Stand strong in this, in this that never dies.

[ElfeMya]

Finn, thanks so much for this. So beautiful !!!

I am adding one of my favorite poem , extracted from the yoga of Colleen Saidman Yee :

Just sit. Notice where you feel hard, and sit with that.
In the middle of that hardness, you’ll find anger; sit with that.
Go to the center of the anger and you’ll probably come to sadness.
Stay with the sadness until it turns to vulnerability.
Keep sitting with what comes up; the deeper you dig, the more tender you become.
Raw fear can open in to the wide expanse of genuineness, compassion, gratitude, and acceptance in the present moment.
A tender heart appears naturally when you are able to stay present.
From your heart, you can see the true pigment of the sky.
You can see the vibrant yellow of the sunflower and the deep blue of your daughter’s eyes.
A tender heart doesn’t block rainclouds, or tears, or dying sunflowers.
Allow both beauty and sadness to touch you. This is love, not fear.

[finn]

I will share a little more on the origin of this writing 93 of 97 at this time, with another writing about ever two days since February 9, 2016. There are three life stories here but I'll spare you that for now.

Been together my wife for 18 years now but finally decided to get married three years ago. (Been in a committed relationship, "so if it ain't broken don't fix it" wright?) We got married on a cliff top over emerald bay Lake Tahoe, it was beautiful. My wife wrote the vows and they were based mostly on Buddhist principles although our upbringings were not. The vows were as much about committing to humanity as to ourselfs and ending in an Native American prayer circle. The reason I bring this up is because apparently the Angels (guides) were listening.

My wife has had empathic abilities her entire life but she suppressed them her whole life afraid she would appear different although that would begin to change as the guides began to work closer with her and began bringing her up to speed on ability and understanding.

She began getting words that she knew she had to write down and so she started writing and that's how these writings started.

These are a collection of their words

[ElfeMya]

Those are beautiful Finn and so is all the love in that journey of yours ! It is great your wife gave herself permission to be so magically inspired !

[finn]

Yes it is, it's been rather bizarre she has struggled with it for a while but she is becoming ok with it now
It's their work and their somewhat insistent on where and when the information comes i.e. Driving, showering, sleeping or on a latter trimming roses. They are lessons that build on each other and sometimes they are uncomfortably to the point.

We'll answer questions when We can, thanks so much for your interest. Good night.