The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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Joan of Arc ~ Ascended: May 30, 1431, Rouen, France

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Joan of Arc
Born: 1412, Domrémy-la-Pucelle, France
Ascended: May 30, 1431, Rouen, France

The crucible of love is carried forth in your hearts. The pain and sorrow of past injustices are being transformed through each loving word and deed. As the past merges with the present, physical and emotional bodies respond. There is so much that you carry, so much you transform.

The conscious awareness of your soul’s purpose, the knowledge that you have come again to aid in this most transforming time magnifies the outcome of each mission. As past injustices merge with present injustices you respond with an awakening, an awakening of remembrance of all that has gone before and all that feels familiar in your lives and your world of today.

And as you perceive and awaken, and as a betrayal or injustice today brings back those of times past, you feel, you weep, you cry out, and you may fall. Then the power within rises, the feminine power of love, the feminine power of strength, the alchemical magic awakens and rises with a power and strength stronger than the past, more powerful than a memory or injustice of today.

And as the power rises within, and as you feel, acknowledge and respond, you choose the path of the spiritual warrior with a feminine strength present throughout the ages. For you are bearers of truth and soldiers of freedom. And through your awareness so vigilant and so true, through each conscious kindness, each voice raised in truth, you transform one by one, a hardened heart or bitter injustice. Yes the task is mighty and the road long, and you have walked this path again and again but I ask you now to feel in your heart, the power of love and the root of forgiveness. For only these shall usher in the New World, only these shall move you into the fullness of your true spiritual nature.

Walk the path with your head held high feeling and knowing your power and strength. Know that battles once fought for truth and for freedom carry you forth in this time and this place. Feel the protection of your spiritual armor, carry the sword of truth and enlightenment. Work your alchemical magic as you transform and transcend all worldly concerns. Bring forth the balance of masculine and feminine, the strength of the armor and the beauty of love.

Know, that which you endure and overcome shall strengthen you…. and that which you forgive shall free you.

Received by Gail Swanson
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Resurrect Yourself

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Give it up

don’t hold on

let it all go

It’s exhausting

thinking

ruminating

wishing

wanting

to fix it all

the energies are pushing us

to see it all

to feel it all

acknowledge the deepness of it

the hurt of it

the attachment to it

it all rises to the surface

swirling

I can hear it in the wind

free yourself

I feel it in my bones

resurrect yourself


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Joan of Arc

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There are powerful energies at work. Timelines are merging. A dream led me to reread these messages from Joan of Arc. These are precious and powerful words that I still can not read without weeping. Grant yourself the time to experience the fullness of this incredible gift. More on my website.

http://www.theheartoflove.com/joan-of-arc.html

The seeds of hope, light and transformation are within you. As battles rage there is peace within. As timelines merge and fall away a new time is created. A new world is birthed.

As one hopeful heart overcomes thousands upon thousands of bitter hearts, all is continuously transformed on levels unseen but felt in moments of reverence and quiet contemplation.

Legions of angels and precious beings reign light upon you and offer a sustenance made of heaven’s pure light. This spiritual encouragement lightens your hearts, eases your burdens, and illuminates your spiritual strength and magnificence. Pour open your heart. Be not afraid, for the power within is as mighty as Heaven itself.

Through these times of great transformation think of those who have gone before, for the power of one has created the miraculous. And this is the power of which I now speak, your own true power, that which reigns within. Manifest your power through a word or a touch, through a head devoutly bowed or a knee bent in reverence. Manifest your power with a prayer softly uttered. Manifest your power through a kindness given. Manifest your power through a heart awakened. Manifest your truth through the power of love.

Be not afraid.

Raise your banner of truth and march sweetly forward in strength.


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In Honor of My Beautiful Mother

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My mother was beautiful inside and out. I was blessed to be her daughter. As Mothers Day approaches I happened to find something I wrote after she passed a few years ago. I miss her so and I always will.

 

Dreaming of my beautiful mother all night long. Trying to process what has taken place over these past weeks and days from the moment I open my eyes each morning and all through dreamtime. Our journey together has been long and intense. Our love for one another has been extraordinary.

I was a very sensitive child, I felt everything so deeply, more than my friends, more than anyone is the way it felt. My mother made me feel that I was unlike anyone, special and unique. She showered her love upon me and this was the saving grace that carried me through. She adored being a mother and she was great at it. She was sweet and kind and funny and listened to everything I had to say. She guided me with an incredible insight into who I was and what I needed and she did it without any frame of reference from her own mother.

Her mother was the unimaginable kind of mother who was sorry her children were ever born. She told my mother this on a constant basis but my mother had an inner happiness that could not be killed. Her light shined so bright that it illuminated her way without the love of her own mother. She was always thankful that she had other women close to her that loved her and made her know that she was wonderful and special. Her aunt and her grandmother became everything to her and when she was seventeen she moved in with her beloved aunt. She told me it was the happiest day of her life.

I called my great aunt Auntie and she became the replacement for the grandmother that meant nothing to me except to be the person that always made my mother cry. I learned so much through witnessing these relationships in my mother’s life. Because of my own sensitivity and ability to see into people even then, I could feel that something was very, very wrong with this whole picture.

So as I child I would try to counsel my mother that this relationship to her mother was harmful to her and that her mother not only didn’t deserve the attention my mother was still giving her, but that her mother didn’t care about anything my mother did for her at all. There was no pleasing, no satisfying a person whose only pleasure in life was to make someone else feel miserable.   It only supplied her with more ammunition.

When I think back on this time in my childhood I realize that most children think that what goes on in their family is the norm. I did not. I was super aware of everything and everyone and I knew that it was ridiculous to have been sold the notion that because someone is related to you, you owe them some sort of obligation because all that turns into is returning for more and more abuse. Even as a child I understood that my mother was participating in this for reasons of her own.

I was very sure of many things as I watched all these scenarios played out. I was aware of who was genuine and loving and made you feel happy and good and who did just the opposite. My mother was loving. My mother was a wonderful daughter to someone whose mission in life was to try to destroy her own child. I learned well what I would surround myself with in my life no matter the relationship.

My mother has always said that you are responsible for your own happiness. She lived this way all of her life. Even when she was dealing with her mother she found countless ways to fill herself with love and joy and she felt the thing she was best at was being a mother. This was true and so unusual for as I know and have seen over and over in other’s lives it is almost impossible to not repeat that kind of abuse.

My mother’s incredible light saved her and it saved me. She taught me well by all she did do and what she didn’t do. She was selfless and gave her heart and her soul to everyone who loved her. She was my best friend. I felt honored to be the one to care for her in her last years. The hours we spent together were precious to us both. We were in full awareness of every moment together. She was a joy and she was and is the great love of my life. I will miss her more than I can ever express.

God speed Mommy. You are my inspiration and my heart.

 

 


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I Follow the Stars

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The divine plan

moves into motion

the planets align

as the universe conspires

the clouds part

and the way is shown

second star to the right

and straight on till morning

I’m flying away

I’m breathing in stardust

I’m hitching my dream

to that bright shining star

I’m believing my way

to my divine destiny

heart open wide

I follow the stars


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Breath of a Prayer

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on the breath of a prayer

I release my intention

out to the universe

to all in need

knowing the power

we hold within

to send a vibration

of love and compassion

consciously living

at one with this knowing

living in faith

as many awaken

merging together

our hearts united

healing the world

through the power of love