The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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We Rise Together

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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.

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Saying Goodbye to Peter Cottontail

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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.

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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.

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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…..

 

 

 


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What If

 

What if you absolutely knew that your suffering was a divine transmutation process?

What if you knew that your overcoming saved someone’s life?

What if you are the most powerful being transmuting the most important and significant energies for the planet and beyond?

What if nothing is what it seems and the angels are constantly rejoicing at your courage, fortitude and faith?

What if just the knowing and believing magnified the power to change anything?

What if the less you thought and the more you felt brought you more into alignment with your true spiritual nature?

What if you absolutely knew that this is the time and what you do from this moment on has a greater effect than ever before?

What if only some of us remembering will tip the scales in favor of Heaven?

And what if love really does conquer all?


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What If

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What if you knew absolutely that your suffering was a divine transmutation process?

What if you knew that your every overcoming saved a life somewhere?

What if this is a supreme divine truth?

What if nothing is what it seems and the angels are constantly rejoicing at your courage and fortitude and faith?

What if you are the most powerful divine being capable of transmuting the most important and significant happenings on the planet and beyond?

What if believing it with you whole heart and soul made it all the more powerful?

What if bringing yourself back to remembrance was a holy and sacred act?

What if your capacity for love and forgiveness in spite of everything was changing the world?

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A Summer Solstice Story

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I was asked to read a prayer at our annual Summer Solstice Ceremony on the beach. I have many beautiful prayers written over the years and I am always open to receive a new one if it is meant for a certain time. I have learned that I will be guided to what is to be spoken even down to the last minute. This is what happened for the Solstice. I was guided to read, not a prayer, but a message from Magdalene and right before I left for the ceremony I was guided to a message from Joan of Arc. I realize now these messages are truly divine prayers.

The morning of the ceremony I received a phone call from my childhood friend’s sister asking me if I received something she had sent me and telling me her sister was now in hospice. She told me that her sister had been going through her things and came across something she wanted me to have. I never received it. It was an etching of the name of our friend from the Viet Nam memorial wall and I assume a note to tell me that the end was near.

I made my way to the ceremony feeling upset and unsettled. I prayed and prayed for my friend and her family all through the ceremony. A strong feeling came over me that she would leave today on the glory of the Summer Solstice. I still felt terribly unsettled. Now my name was called and it was time for me to stand and speak the words that were so divinely given. I stood in the Solstice circle. As I spoke these words they vibrated into every cell of my being. I began to feel two things together – peace and strength. I felt the truth and the power in every word. I felt stronger and stronger. I felt them – Magdalene and Joan of Arc and everyone else did too.

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I spoke the final word and I heard “Gail look up.”! I looked up and there above me was an enormous circle of birds swirling and swirling. I had never seen anything like it and I felt the power and the love the birds were sending go right through me.

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I knew she was home in the arms of the angels.

When I got home my husband told me she passed.

I realized later that I had seen her mother and father and our friend Billy and another friend come for her. The etching she was sending to me was Billy’s.

Godspeed Kathy.

Heaven rejoices at your homecoming.

Your brave and loving mission here is done.


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Angels Calling

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photo by Gail Swanson

When the angels come calling and the revelations come …
Believe it.


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The Sword of Love and Truth

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Marius Michael George

When the hour nears
and you slip away
into the whispers
of the long and lonely night
the angels are guarding
and hear your silent prayer
for there are not many
who can stand with you this hour
but one appears
for she too can not sleep
for the time is at hand for the two
to be as one
united in their prayers
united in their past
like a river overflowing
with ancient stories to tell
slowly and thoughtfully
uncovering and remembering
comforting and understanding
as only they must do
for the secret that they share
is like a precious jewel
made of sacrifice and glory
and the sword of love and truth


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The Passing

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When the time came I could feel it. There was a shift in the energy. The woman from hospice was not aware of it. She was trained to look for physical signs. This was as quiet as a whisper, as subtle as a soft breeze. I felt her going and I said “She is going.” The woman shook her head and said “I just checked her. Everything is the same.” I said again “She is going.” Now she stood and checked my mother’s pulse. She said “There is no pulse.” At that point the room and the woman faded away and there was nothing in this world left except my beautiful mother and me. She had waited for me to arrive. I was only there a few moments when she began making her way home.

I held her hand and I talked. I talked to her for the last time. I talked her right up to Heaven. I was aware of how purposeful and how blessed it all was. I was present, I was focused, I was meant to be her guide. I was honored and so aware, that this is how it all began. I breathed my first breath with my mother and she was now breathing her last breath with me. Full circle.

She was flying with the angels. She was where she belonged. I held her and loved her as she made her journey. I adored her to Heaven. It was just what she deserved. It was quiet and reverent and quick. We were partners, as we always had been, hand in hand, breathing together, the last breath of life. It was a glorious farewell.

On the second anniversary of my mother’s journey to Heaven I did not realize what day it was. I was standing in the kitchen when suddenly in an instant a feeling came over me that was the complete and total essence of my mother. There are no words to describe the power and perfection of this experience. It filled me so that I said out loud ‘Oh my God, Mommy!”

And here is the best part. My mother was very unsure if she believed in life after death. Quite honestly I don’t think she did at all but she tried to, for me. We had many discussions on the subject and she knew that I was absolutely sure of it and she thought that was just lovely for me but …she thought it was something perhaps people made up to make themselves feel better.

I used to kid her and tell her she was going to be so surprised when she found out I was right. I made her promise, I don’t know how many times, that she would give me a sign when she found out the truth., and she has. There have been unmistakable signs from her. This however was beyond a sign, beyond a message.

This was the complete essence of my beautiful mother’s spirit.

My mother found out. There is life after death and she came from Heaven to tell me so.


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The Second World

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As we continue our deep work within, the veil continues to thin. The veil continues to thin during this time on earth to open our hearts to much much more. To free ourselves from what we think is. For what we think is, is an illusion. And who we think we are is a speck of who we are truly destined to be.

These beautiful emanations of love have come to heal us of our ancient wounds and lift us to a place of peace and unity and comfort, for they are the Comforters.

These emanations resonate with every cell in our bodies and spark a remembrance of truth in our hearts. Gazing upon these colors and shapes is like listening to a beautiful symphony, one so beautiful it makes you weep. It is a symphony of love and truth and remembrance.

This is the next cosmic step.
This is the merging of worlds
Breathe it in.

I have been reminded at this very moment in time of a magnificent event I was blessed to witness. As my best childhood friend was in hospice and her passing was eminent I visited her late one night. I was sure she would pass in a matter of hours. Her words were garbled and she was in and out of consciousness.   However the next morning she was sitting up bright eyed and lucid and wearing lipstick. I was so astounded by this incredible awakening I asked her what had happened. She told me that the angels came last night and that she spoke with them. She asked them to give her more time and this they granted her.  I immediately got my journal and wrote down everything she said as she rose out of a very drugged and weakened state and spoke perfectly eloquently.

Sally’s message:

“The angels were looking at me and said, mind, body, spirit, thought, were to be together these last few days together. It is very possible the angels said, we could be together even though we don’t declare that we want to continue living in the physical form. That’s ok. Every day is anew, there is a penchant for that.

I told the angels I am best with both. I won’t be crazy when death comes. I am best with both…living and going.

The angels were happy, they felt miraculously happy, miraculously happy, that you are happy and free, that I was happy knowing that even every minute counts, that everybody mattered in my life.

I heard you last night Gail. And when I go I will touch hands with Mary Magdalene. And when I go, the spirit world will open up to you and what will be will be and you are going to be sanctified, unbelievable, and everything will be the second world for us. But for now our world is here and that is why we cry. “

May we all open our hearts to the second world for the time is surely at hand.

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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