Cardinal Healing

This was an incredible encounter. Mother, father, baby cardinal, on the ground in my yard. My dog Honey, part Golden Retriever discovering them and barking excitedly. Parents fly into the bush and baby remains alone and frightened on the ground with Honey running around her. I am worried she is injured, I pick her up and Honey is put in the house.

I will calm her as her parents watch closely from the bush. I notice she has a long piece of something stuck to her eye and she is blinking and blinking. I gently remove it. Now I take a deep breath and gently begin to stroke her head with my finger. I do this until she falls asleep.

Mother and father are so close they can feel my love for their baby. I am in Heaven knowing that baby and I are meeting in this way for a very beautiful and purposeful reason. Everything feels just right.

After a little while we form a plan. All worked perfectly. Baby can fly!

Later that day I was sitting in the yard when mama flies over and rests on a branch right above me. She came to thank me and I thanked her too. This is the world I am in love with. This is how beautiful it all really is. The exchange between baby and me, mother and father watching, feeling, knowing. This is Blessed Communion and I am so thankful.

And today mother, father and baby were all here again.

The Atmosphere is Filled with Angels

I took this photograph just the other day and I have spent many hours gazing at it and feeling the energies. All the images are amazingly beautiful and powerful and I believe each has one has its own vibration and message. This one feels very special to me. 

Imagine that these incredible light emanations are always surrounding us bringing us love, healing and divine sustenance. Imagine that they come in all colors and forms bringing us exactly what we need and the knowing that we are not alone. 

If you allow yourself to breathe in this beautiful gift you will feel the angels. I believe meditating upon this with a pure heart can connect you with your guardian angel. These are the little miracles we should be focusing on and communing with for these are the ways we increase our light and remember who we are and what we are capable of.

I once saw a great shower of light raining down on Jesus and Mary Magdalene. They were aware of it. They knew what was happening and what the heavenly light was providing them. It was their saving grace and it is ours.

Can you hear it?

the atmosphere is alive

with everything

with love and hate

war and peace

the past, the present, the future


the geometry of the universe

is vibrating

speaking 

a universal language


we are the receivers

the tuning forks


listen

tune in

tune up

you are breathing it in

in every moment

breathe with the awareness

that you are a cosmic transformer

of love



the atmosphere is filled

with angels

I saw one before my eyes


as we evolve

and become aware

of more

aware of the sounds of the universe

and all that lies just beyond

what we ever thought possible

to see, to hear, to know

we foster in a new way of being

a new world



it is here

now

yes

the atmosphere is filled
with angels
and love is vibrating
louder and louder
can you hear it?

Glory of Heaven

I want to show and to talk about what encourages us, what brings us together. This is a time where everything is magnified. This is a time where not only are we dealing with our own personal challenges but they are magnified by the chaos around us. As we strive to stay balanced amidst such unprecedented times we can fall into grief and sadness and anxiety. Yes we came to do just this but let us help to lift one another and to admit this is no easy task. I have had a month that has brought me to my knees. Many people are going through severe challenges. I think of them all every day and pray for courage and faith for us all. 

I would like to share the beautiful story of this photograph. 
My dear friend asked for prayers for her sister who was in the hospital in critical condition. Her family was unable to be with her. Then the family was told it was time for hospice but she was too weak to be moved. Once hospice was in place the family would be allowed to see her. My other friend and I were kept abreast of this whole day text by text and we supported our friend with encouraging words and prayers. 

In the late afternoon I was going to take my dog Honey out into the yard and I grabbed my camera although I have not been taking pictures at this time of day. I realized this later on. When I take a photograph it shows up for a second in the camera and I always take a quick look. As I was taking pictures this feeling came over me and I said out loud “For Jeanne” (my friend’s sister.) I looked into the camera and gasped. I thought what is this? When I put the pictures on the computer this was the picture “for Jeanne”. None of the other pictures look anything like this and not only that I have never taken a photo like this. I sat with it for a few minutes just staring at the power of it and the feeling. I knew that these were spirits in motion and they were Jeanne’s loved ones coming from Heaven for her. 

I sent the photograph to my friend and she felt this too. A few hours later Jeanne made her way to Heaven.

Let us remember the love we have for one another. 
Let us remember that every moment is precious. 
Let us remember that we are never alone not in life or death.
Let us remember that we are all born and we all will die. 
Let us be the best we can be while we are still here in these physical bodies. 

I hope this photograph helps you to feel the glory of Heaven and the miracle of life and death.

The Gift

There is so much suffering. So many sacred tears being shed. We suffer for all humanity. This morning I prayed and asked our Beloved Marys for a gift to help to ease the suffering. And oh what a gift manifested! I was then drawn to this passage from my book. 

As the time approached and he knew the end was upon him, his suffering was great. The love he had for us all, for this he did not want to leave, for he knew he was breaking our hearts. In some respects he was relieved that his mission was near completion. In each moment of his suffering and abuse he felt the suffering of all humanity.

He felt this completely, in a universal way.

The angels surrounded him and comforted him and at times he transcended the pain and glimpsed heaven.

He was moving between both worlds.

As he lived and died, he wants you to understand that you too are never alone. This is the way we survive what we feel can surely kill us, all of it, no matter the circumstance.

Remember now, in these moments, that all worldly things may be transcended for he has shown the ultimate transcendence, the Resurrection, the proof of everlasting life.

Think of this now, not as a story or a myth.

Call on your soul’s remembrance.For this is surely within you to remember.

Feel the power of these words for I speak for him in telling you these things.

And firsthand and by his side I witnessed all that I say to you.

Let your hearts open to the understanding of the magnitude of his life, death and Resurrection.

For it is your life.

The Heart of Love Mary Magdalene Speaks

Gail Swanson

We Rise Together

Most of the time I feel as though I am not really completely here in this world. There are several reasons for this. One is due to the fact that no matter what I do I am never grounded. Once when a healer was attempting to ground me I felt as though I was being shocked over and over. He later told me he was given the information never to ground me but only to connect me to Venus. That should be a good enough reason to feel as though you don’t belong here and feel as though you are not completely here but there is another reason that intensifies this feeling even more.

I seem to have a foot in several worlds. One is beyond everything here and allows me to have all kinds of otherworldly experiences. The other is an illness that has been ever present for more years than I would like to remember. These are two very intense experiences going on at the same time.

The illness was the catalyst that forced me to leave my entire life behind and propel me into the world of healing. I learned many things in this new world. First I had to learn if I had the courage to make this journey. I was frightened and lost. I had no compass. I found that sometimes I had great courage and sometimes I had none. I continue this journey to this day and pass in and out of some very dark passages and also into places more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.

I have been given divine glimpses into the purpose of the physical illness and have been told the same exact thing by several mystics who I love and admire most in this world. I have been shown and told things that have been very challenging to understand and more challenging to live. I understand that nothing is what it seems.

Over these past months the challenges have been almost too much to bear. I write this today for those who are also feeling this way. The circumstances do not matter. Whatever we are going through in our own physical lives in many cases is being magnified as the world around us squeezes through the eye of the needle. We are being purged and sanctified.

It is a lonely journey. It is not for the faint of heart. Glimpses of heaven are beautiful and miraculous and still we must make it here through each day. Our faith is being tested as we bear witness to one heartbreaking event after the other. Where is it all heading? Some are so sure of the who what where and why. I am not so sure of anything except I must use everything I have to keep on keeping on.

The mysteries I have been shown about physical suffering go way beyond anything I could have ever imagined. When I lose my way I am reminded in ways that are impossible to ignore. I am living the mystery.

Here on earth I am a partner in life to the boy I made a vow to when I was nineteen. He is the embodiment of unconditional love. I am a mother and a grandmother. I am a mystic and a recluse. I suffer greatly in the physical in ways I never could have imagined and soar to the heavens in ways I never could have dreamed. Sometimes it feels like a blessing and a curse. When the mind tries to take me over I come back to what I know to be true. These are the days when the darkness upon this planet is doing all it can to take us down. These are the days we were made for.

Each time I find a way to rise again and again I think of all of you. I think of all we are all going through and remind myself that as lonely as this all feels we are not alone. There are legions of angels and loving beings here with us in every moment. We are going to make it. We rise together.

Healing Our Waters

The meaning of the dream just came to me.

The dream:

I dreamed this right before I woke up this morning.

I come upon a crystal clear body of water and I reach down and pull up a small crystal and I yell out “This water is full of crystals”! I reach down again and this time pull up a huge pyramid shaped crystal which is visibly emanating rays of energy. We are all amazed by this. I wake up.

Morning;

I go to take my photographs and receive a photo of the sun that looks like the energies coming out of the crystal in the dream.

Hands Across the Water :

Today is the gathering of people along the shores of the Gulf of Mexico to protest the horrific actions of selfishness and greed that have killed our waters and all sea life.  Hundreds of people line up hand in hand wearing masks because of the horrific toxic smell. They come with open hearts filled with love for our once beautiful waters and all of life.

Water Blessing:

I have been blessing the waters with my own prayers and ceremonies. We all can do this from wherever we are.

Suddenly it came to me. The dream was showing the healing power of the crystals helping to create and balance crystal clear waters. I am shown we should put our love and healing thoughts into our crystals and place them in the Gulf of Mexico.

May our beautiful water heal and return to her natural state and may all living beings live free and thrive in their natural home.

The Resurrection of Hearts

 

When you have the strength, courage and determination

to resurrect yourself each day

this creates Resurrection Energy

and this Resurrection Energy is powering the Resurrection of Hearts.

The Power of Love

 

When one wound heals through the power of love Heaven rejoices.

Healing energies rise up to Heaven

and love and grace and forgiveness reign down upon the land.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saying Goodbye to Peter Cottontail

Lila and her best friend Petey

So we said goodbye to our beautiful boy, our beloved companion on this journey, our sweet dog Petey and wept buckets of tears and woke up the next day to the shock and reality of a new world without him. That day was very hard. Anyone who has lost a beloved friend knows how this goes. There is no escaping the grief. You just have to go through it. Any experience of grief seems to bring back all the losses and all the grieving you have ever done in this life and so many others. It is almost unbearable and yet we survive.

The saving grace is our belief in the knowing that there is something more than this physical life and so I share this little story that will have no end because the love and the connection and the messages will continue on.

As we sat around our bed with our boy for the last time, tears flowing, I wiped my tears with a tissue and happened to look at it. Perhaps someone else would not notice such a thing but when you believe and are open the doors to Heaven open wide and loving messages are received.

The angels were all around Petey waiting to guide him to Heaven.

Yesterday was the first day waking without him and although we tried to keep busy the heartbreak was just overwhelming. Then this message arrived from our daughter Kate. She and my grandson Elijah had been at the bedside the day before saying their goodbyes to Petey. Elijah is only six years old and had a deep bond with Petey seeing him almost every day. He was so brave saying his goodbyes. I showed him the angel tissue and we all marveled at how unmistakable and incredible it was and it helped us to have this sign.

So that next sorrowful day Kate had an experience she couldn’t wait to tell me about. She was crossing over her front yard and almost tripped over a bunny. The bunny did not move so she thought he must be injured. She spoke to him and he took a little hop and seemed to be ok. She has never seen a bunny in her yard and lives on a busy street so it was highly unusual. Kate said he allowed her to come so close she could have touched him. She ran inside to get my grandchildren Elijah and Lila and thought the bunny would probably be gone by the time she got back. The bunny was still there.

They all stood very close to him and spoke to him as he sat there so unusually peaceful with no thought of running away. Kate kept taking pictures of him. It was daytime and there was no flash but somehow the eyes kept coming out as if there were a flash. After a time it suddenly hit her that this is Peter Cottontail! She remembered how I always sang “Here comes Peter Cottontail” when my Petey would come walking into the room. Kate was sure this was our Petey come to say he was at peace.

When she sent me the photo I said “What is going on with this bunny’s eyes?” Kate told me she kept saying the same thing when the photos kept coming out with the eyes looking so strange. Well Petey was blind and his eyes did not look quite right so this seemed to be yet another sign that this Peter Cottontail was giving us a message from our Peter Cottontail. This bunny sat and waited there for my grandchildren who loved Petey so much and allowed them to talk with him and be so close to him. We feel that the peaceful nature of this bunny was letting us know that Petey is at peace and is with us always.

photo by Kate Dawson

I believe.

First thing I saw on Facebook this morning was a picture of a bunny.

I know my boy is in Heaven and can see once again running with his best friend Wiley, Elijah’s dog who left us not too long ago.

They were the best dogs in the whole wide world.

We will all be together again one day.

Thank you.

We love you forever and ever and ever.

To be continued…..

 

 

 

That Most Sorrowful Day

The women were there every step of the way
we agonized, we cried out, we fell to our knees
the men were gone
fear had overtaken them

I can only speak for myself when I say
I had no fear
not for me
the unbearable witnessing
of such things done to him
you could only be with him
of him

each step was mine
each time he stumbled

the weight of the cross
the taunts
it was a mob scene

I saw nothing but him
I felt I would not live through it
such was the overwhelming feeling
of being one with him

and even in this
I know it was a comfort to him
for he could feel my agony
and he could feel my infinite love

so I walked this way of the cross
and I tell you in complete truth
I hung with him on that cross
and on that day I was aware
of somehow relieving him
in ever the smallest way

for I absorbed his sorrow and I felt his pain
and with all my heart and soul sent him
the radiant burning love
that was transforming within my heart

and this he felt
and this he understood

it is impossible to make known the bitter gall
of that most sorrowful day

for there are no words to describe
the depth of his physical suffering

and the agony and beauty of being witness
to his magnificent forgiving heart

only the glory of his Resurrection
could ever ease the pain
for it would take something so miraculous and divine
to fill your heart with light and love once again

it was an honor and a blessing
to stand with the women
the ones who saw nothing
but the truth of heaven before their eyes

and we lifted him with our prayers
and we sustained him with our love
and it was our faces he did see
in these most brutal and terrible moments

and the power of unspeakable acts
and the glorious message of forgiveness
burned in our hearts all the days of our lives

may this message come alive in your hearts
and may his life be testimony
of heaven and of earth

from The Heart of Love: Mary Magdalene Speaks
Gail Swanson