The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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Broken Hearts

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For all the broken hearts this Holiday Season, I feel you.
This is for the broken hearted. This is for all those who weep.
For amidst the celebration and song of the season there lies a sorrow unbearable. It has come for me like a tidal wave. I can not hold it back.
Some of you are feeling it. Weeping in the night. Sorrows of the world merging with your own personal sorrow. So many pass during Christmas as if a regular day is not bad enough. How far can hearts crack open?
How many tears can be shed for ourselves and for one another? How much more intense can this get?
This is for the broken hearted this Christmas and every single day of the year.
I feel you.
I see you.
I pray for you.
I am you.


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Winter Solstice 2015

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Happy Solstice!

when darkness turns to light
when hope becomes surrender
when the battle cry goes silent
and love overcomes all fear
when tears wash away unspoken dreams
and heartache breathes compassion
then Heaven opens silently
and calls your spiritual name
and gathers you home in fields of gold
where the angels bow to greet you


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Star Child

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My grandson began communicating with me five years before he was conceived. I transcribed what he told me and passed it on to my daughter and son-in-law. He had much to say and gave us specific information on what needed to take place before he would come into this world. We knew he was a powerful and special being.

He expressed to me that his spiritual name was Elijah and he is so named. His transition into this world has not been easy. His vibration does not match this extremely dense environment. He comes from a higher place.

He emerged onto this planet in a rather traumatic way and he has been struggling to adjust ever since. I often wonder why it has to be so difficult for him but just as we are, he is transmuting huge energies.

He has an energy that is difficult to contain within his physical body. Everything about him is big and loud and fascinating. Each second of every day he is creating a new and exciting invention. He is easily overwhelmed by all kinds of things in his environment. He is incredibly sweet and loving and has a view of the world that is astounding for a four year old child.

He has a love and concern for the planet and is upset by any disregard for her. He has no understanding for why anyone would litter or choose to eat animals. He loves the stars and the planets and all of nature. He is purity itself.

He has come to remind us of who we are and how far lost we have become. He has his own way and his will is stronger than any I have ever seen. His energetic outbursts can be seen as disturbing but he has come back to a family who knows him and remembers him and honors him for who he is and why he has come. We understand that the energy he carries is sacred and powerful. We allow him his need to express himself in any way that helps him to release the excess power he is trying to contain in his small four year old body.

Elijah is working through enormous karmic events for humanity. He deals with extreme night terrors as he passes through what is almost like the bardo that happens during death. He navigates his way for this planet and all of her inhabitants.

This is who he is and what he does. One evening he had a particularly long and frightening night terror. When he emerged out of it he asked to light a candle. He was given a candle with the image of the Blessed Mother and this pleased him greatly. After a while he blew out the candle. As he lay in bed with his mother and father in the pitch dark room he exclaimed “Look see the rainbows and the sparkling colored lights on the ceiling”? As they looked up they too could see the colored lights but as soon as they became aware of them they disappeared. Elijah could still see them. The next day Elijah told me the whole story and when he got to the part about the rainbows and colored lights he said “Mimi I made it happen.” And I knew that he did. He understood that his angels and guides had come and that he had called them.

There are many children on earth at this time just like Elijah. They have chosen to come at this particular time to raise the vibration of this planet. It is a daunting task for them and it is not easy for their families who love them so to watch as they struggle to adjust to this dense and chaotic world. It is also the greatest blessing to be in the presence of these incredible beings.

I look forward to the day when these children are the norm rather than looked upon as different and flawed in some way. They try to name them and categorize that which there is no earthly category for. They come from a place of love. They come to make us look deep within and to see where we are holding our own old judgments and beliefs.

I honor their place in this world. I honor their right to express themselves and to strengthen themselves. I honor their right to be free from all the constraints of this world that cannot and shall not hold them. I am grateful that my family is awake and aware and fully supports this beautiful angelic child and I wish the same for each and every one.

May love and peace prevail.


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Ancestors Calling

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5 am waking
it’s becoming a habit
stories swirling in my head
this world
my world
days of my childhood
the old aunts in their stockings and hats
the uncles smoking cigars

my handsome grandfather at the head of the table
my grandmothers apple pie
generations gathered
the story of me

Sunday Mass
Christmas Eve
Champagne toasts
My mother’s smile
The smell of the pine
And the mistletoe

My father singing his Christmas jingle
Glasses clinking
Round the table

5 am and I don’t mind
loved ones wake me
to remember a time
when it was all so simple
and oh so sweet

I carry each memory deep inside
Loved ones gone
But not forgotten
Memories hold the light

Surrounded this morning
Ancestors calling
Whispering in my ear
In loving gratitude
I remember it all
Year after year after year