A Little Testimony Part 1

The vision that changed my whole life has been that which has sustained me through every dark night of the soul and endless days of unbearable physical suffering.

During the time I was experiencing divine guidance from Mary Magdalene I was also blessed to feel the presence of Padre Pio and St. Therese of Lisieux. Later Joan of Arc aided me in countless ways. 

In the last few years my physical condition has become more serious and there are times when the suffering is so great I am sure I can not possibly make it another hour. I weep from the depths of my soul as the feeling of illness and doom is beyond anything I can cope with.

It is then that I turn to the saints and listen while lying in my bed to the stories of their lives. When you are suffering it is impossible not to think constantly of all beings who are suffering. When you feel you may very well be coming to the end of your life you think constantly of all your shortcomings and all your regrets. When you suffer from an illness for years and years on end you become like an island. Everyone seems to drift further and further away as you struggle to keep up with your every day life.

It has been a long journey to reach the age of seventy. It has been difficult yes, but it has also been miraculous. As I lived each day not knowing if I would be sick or well I also did not know what miracle would occur to save me. The blessings that have been showered upon me have only strengthened my belief and my faith. 

There have been long, dry periods where it seems there is no consolation and there have been times of incredible and miraculous wonder where I have been blessed with the gift of The Holy Spirit. 

I have been at my best friend’s bedside as she spent her last days on this earth. I have been shown the meaning of her suffering and the visitation of her guardian angels bequeathing her more time. I have seen the sorrow and the glory of death. I am not afraid to die. It is living we must overcome.

And so at the age of seventy I wish to put to paper where this journey has led me. Is there a meaning in our suffering that is beyond our comprehension? Yes there is. Are the saints in communion with Jesus  and feel what he feels? Yes they do. Are we part of that sanctified communion? Yes we are. Does your suffering and overcoming aid people anywhere in the world who need aid? Yes it does. 

In 2001 I had a vision. This event turned my life upside down and inside out. Mary Magdalene asked me to tell a part of the story. As I listened and wrote all kinds of miraculous things began to happen. The illness coexisted side by side with the miracles. There are  reasons why this happens. Now after all these years and all I have experienced I wish to acknowledge and share the meaning, as I have come to know it, in the agony of suffering and the glory of the grace of Heaven.

Photograph – A gift from Saint Padre Pio

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I May Not Make it Through This Night

I may not make it through this night

war has broken out in the world

and in my body

I feel death

trying so hard to come for me

to terrify me

and so I call on Padre Pio

and my beloved St Therese

to help me and all those a world away

and yet truly not so far

as I suffer in my bed

I think of all who suffer

I weep endless tears

and I pray

I know I am not alone

and all those in fear for their lives 

have angels beside them

and they will win

one way or another

A Point of Light

And through the darkness 

and confusion

there is a point of light 

radiating colors of love, 

mercy, healing and hope

straight into your heart

 

 

Beyond This There Are Angels

Someone once said

if you have just one person

who truly loves you

that is all that matters

and this I have

and beyond this

there are the angels

I breathe them in 

and know

that when I breathe 

my last breath

they will be there

with me

shining upon me

The Glory of God

and there 

a choir of angels

shall sing my true name

and at long last

whisper their blessing

and welcome me home 

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 Message

As I lay awake early this morning I could hear some words being spoken as if far away.

I thought I must try to listen and as I did I heard these words perfectly.

 

Peace of God …..During this time.

 

And then I found what I wrote on this day years ago.

 

Blessed are those who resurrect their hearts

Blessed are those who begin again

Blessed are those who are filled with compassion

Blessed are those who truly forgive

Blessed are those whose faith is transcending

all of their worries and all of their fears

Blessed are those who strive to remember

the Divine Light shining within

Blessed are those who aid the less fortunate

Blessed are those who live in peace

Blessed are those who carry a burden

resurrecting themselves again and again

Blessed are those who carry the light

of Christ and Magdalene deep within

Blessed are we as we carry the torch

Blessed are we

Amen Amen

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?

Holding On

I’m holding on
teetering on the edge
using all I’ve got
all the strength
all the power
knowing I have friends
in high places
holding me up
when I feel I am falling
I turn to them
the ancestors and saints
I believe
fully and wholly
in powers greater
than I can imagine
and I believe
in me

Gail Swanson

When Rainbows Find Me

Oh how a rainbow lifts me
out of the dark of the night
it is always there
just beyond the veil
showering us all with it’s light

nature’s palette of color
swirling and healing us all
no matter how low
we seem to go
each color softens the fall

heavenly hues
purples and blues
vibrating sweetly with love
lifting and bathing us
blessing and saving us
magic from high above

when rainbows find me
they always remind me
that nothing is what it seems
that just beyond here
there is love everywhere
and soon we shall all remember

that the light of love
and the light of hope
comes in every imaginable color
that this our time
that this our place
and each one of us is a rainbow
merging our hearts
merging as one
rainbow 
upon rainbow 
upon rainbow

Gail Swanson

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.