The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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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.


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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


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The Other Side of the Flu

 

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photo by Gail Swanson

I am now two weeks into it and slowly recovering. I have never been so sick. Several times my husband wanted to take me to the hospital. I felt I belonged there but intuitively knew not to go. I felt I was fighting for my life.

Each time I would lie down to take a nap or go to sleep at night a spontaneous life review would start. This was not at all pleasant and caused me great anxiety. There was no rest to be had.

Every single night I dreamed of my mother who passed years ago. One night for the entire night I dreamed of 911. The firefighters came forward and were with me all night.

A dear friend from our teenage years passed suddenly and unexpectedly. He was the same age as my husband. As we reminisced about all the wonderful times we spent with him we were of course made acutely aware of the fragility of life and how any day could be your last.

The next day was the school shooting in Florida.

As I felt I was fighting for my own life I feel these things that went on signify how close I have been to the other side during all this.

Perhaps because of my abilities to see beyond the veil I could see what was really taking place. I certainly did not see the reasons for it all but I do know that my mother and the 911 firefighters were helping me through this.

In fighting for my own life was I helping others who were fighting for theirs? Perhaps I was working with my mother and the firefighters to help those who were making their transition during this time.

I do know that what we do is never just for ourselves.

I feel for sure I passed through a Gateway. I feel for sure this was an exit point for me but I did not take it. I have never prayed so much for myself and for others.

I believe in the power of prayer.

I had powerful people praying for me. I asked for the prayers at the beginning. I knew I needed them.

I am in deep gratitude for those who pray for those in need.

I am grateful for my life.

May our prayers aid in some small way the suffering of those enduring such unspeakable tragedy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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A Summer Solstice Story – Part Two – Heaven Sent

To catch up on this ongoing story please see A Summer Solstice Story https://gailheartoflove.wordpress.com/2017/06/23/a-summer-solstice-story/

This is how the day started today.

After what happened at the Summer Solstice Ceremony with the circle of birds over me this picture was the first thing I saw this morning and really this is what it felt like.

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I always say when someone you love passes all the other deaths come marching forward and all the grief you have ever felt merges with the newest loss. That is the way it always is for me anyway. I don’t know how I could get through any of this without the magic.

I just found a picture I have never seen in my life. I burst into tears at the sight of it. My memory is not great so I showed it to my husband who remembers everything. He said “I have never seen this picture before.” Now I cried even harder.

There he is, our Billy, the one who lost his life in Viet Nam. There he is smiling at me in a picture we have no idea where it came from. And in no uncertain terms, all these years later, he is telling me for the second time, from beyond the veil “I was there to greet her.”

I knew this and even though I knew this and had seen it and the etching from the Viet Nam wall confirmed it – Billy’s picture arrived today straight from Heaven.

As I am writing this my husband comes in and looks out the window and tells me to look and there is the most beautiful red tailed hawk sitting on our fence. This is the first time we have seen a hawk sitting on our fence and she/he comes right in the middle of this story.

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Hawk spirit animals belong to the realm of bird medicine. It carries the symbolism that comes with the ability to fly and reach the skies.”
 Hawks are the protectors and visionaries of the Air. They hold the key to higher levels of consciousness. This power animal enables us to awaken vision and inspires a creative life purpose. Having Hawk as power animal means your life will be filled with responsibility, because Hawk people seek the overall view. You will most probably be aware of omens and spirit messages.

A Red tailed Hawk is special. It will ALWAYS be with you, for life. It has direct ties to the Kundalini, the seat of primal life force. It is linked to the base chakra. If you have this power animal, you need to be aware of and work toward fulfilling your soul’s destiny. It reflects far greater intensity of energy within your life: physically, emotionally and mentally. Spiritual forces will be felt strong within you.

One trait all hawks share, is the ability to move between the seen and unseen realms gracefully, joining both worlds together. Their acute vision attributes this ability, their discriminating nature keeps them out of dangers path. Hawks have a broad vision, allowing them to see what the future holds. In man this is a symbol of prophetic insight.

“In ancient Egypt, the hawk was considered a royal bird and a symbol of the soul (ba). Isis is said to have shape shifted into a Hawk to save Osiris. Horus also carried Hawk medicine which allowed him to see the “unseeable”.

And so as I have spent this day remembering all the happy days we spent together, my tears of grief and gratitude flow, for the birds and Heaven, for Billy and Kathy and Sally and Emma, all my darling childhood friends who are no longer here.  They speak to me in magical ways from wherever they are. I know that Kathy now rests in the arms of the angels. She is reunited with all her beloveds and one day soon I will hear from her too.

I love you all so.


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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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The Gift Within

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photo by Gail Swanson

The day my father left this world he left in mid sentence as he was talking to me. Thus began a new world, a world I knew nothing about. And it was a different world then or so it seemed. The world seemed safer but how could that be? We lived in a murderous world even then, a world of assassinations and our young boys being maimed and killed in Viet Nam. It was the beginning of the news being broadcast into our living rooms and that was shocking and horrifying enough.

Could we have ever imagined the continued atrocities we as a nation and the whole world would continue to live through? As we make our way through our own lives and our own personal shocks and losses we as a collective grieve for our brothers and sisters all over the world. We grieve together. We pray together. We try to make sense of the senseless together.

We are weary and grief stricken. We are finding ourselves in a world that is filled with hate and violence. These things have always existed but we are here now living at this particular time, each and every one of us. How do we turn anger and hatred and fear into love? How do we have hope in our hearts in a world gone mad?

Maybe we need to be kinder. Maybe we need to be more loving. Maybe we need to stop judging even the small things. Maybe we need to pray more than ever. And maybe we need to always believe that the beauty of love must be more powerful than any act of hate.

We are living in an extremely powerful time. This is why there is so much going on. Is it a fight between good and evil? Yes it is. As the powers that be continue to try to weaken us through acts of terror we have within each of us a particular gift waiting to be expressed. This is the time to go within. This is the time to bring it forth. Whatever whispers you are hearing about your soul’s purpose, listen. Bring it forth!

Nature soothes and heals and resonates with our true being. Use everything you have, prayer, music, meditation, healing, children, animals, your loved ones.

This particular, individual, unique, personal, sacred gift has an unimaginable power. This gift will emerge and merge with every other magnificent gift and the magnitude of this will change the world. It is changing the world. The time is now.

We will continue to pray and we will continue to hold our center. We will be our highest and best spiritual selves. We were made for this and we shall continue to remember who we are and why we are here.

In deepest sympathy for all enduring such heartless suffering.

May love and peace one day prevail upon this earth.

 


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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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The Eyes of Christ

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When someone passes famous or not, everything they ever were and meant becomes magnified. Isn’t that the way it should always be? The world would be a different place if we felt each day with the same feeling for someone as we do when they no longer walk this earth.

The avoidance that we have around death does not serve us. Avoiding the inevitable fact that death will come to us all and can happen at any moment is just another numbing of what is real and true. Life is precious. The gifts we each bring into the world are unique and special and the energy and remembrance of those gifts remain.

What if we were each seen and felt with the eyes and heart that we see and feel with when someone is no longer physically here? What if the beauty of each person was magnified the way that it is after death? Perhaps then we would know what it means to see with the eyes of Christ.


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Doorway to Heaven

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I feel it was predestined and my good fortune to be with both of my parents when they passed from this world. There is a mechanism that prevents us from ever really believing our parents will die. We know it on an intellectual level but in the heart it is impossible to even imagine the reality of such a thing.

I heard talk just about all of my life about how my father would not live long but I never for a moment believed it. His huge personality matched his size. His incredible love of life thrilled and inspired everyone that knew him. He seemed indestructible. Life without him could never be imagined. He died at the wheel of his car in front of my house one September day in my 26th year.  Just like that. Gone. Over. He breathed his last breath in the middle of our conversation and life as I knew it came to an end. And that is just the way it can happen.

Death is a doorway not only for the one who passes but for those who remain. My father’s passing on that September day opened many doors. There was of course the doorway of grief. Once this doorway opens you must pass through the many levels that come with grief and in a way you feel as if you are dying yourself. As you move through the days and nights in a new reality that feels completely unreal you are faced with agonizing, unrelenting sorrow and terror that you feel will never end.

At the same time the doorway of love opens. Love is magnified. Love for the one you can no longer see, feel and touch. Love for the family and friends who come together in such unbearable sorrow. Love for every precious moment spent, every word ever uttered, every everything.

And then the doorway that saves opens, the doorway that creeks open and shines a small stream of light. It may hurt your eyes and you may not be sure just what this light is bringing but soon you begin to see the signs that this door of light and transformation offers. Signs that life never ends. Signs that they are with you still. Signs that love never ends and all you have to do is believe and all you have to do is open the new eyes that you have been given.

Missing and loving them goes on forever. Grief remains but the doorway of heaven is now open and miracles of love flow through the doorway and this is our saving grace.

Until we meet again……..

Photo of The Doorway to Heaven taken by me on the anniversary of my father’s passing when asking him for a sign.


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Merging

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I have been weepy for days. This is the time four years ago my mother took her last walk and climbed into her bed. She passed three days later with me at her side. It was everything I wanted for her. No suffering, just peace and a final letting go after I told her I would be alright without her.

There is something in our cells that recalls the timing of these events in our lives. If you were not aware of the dates or time of year you would still feel in your body the remembrance of love and sorrow. I feel it so strongly.

At the same time I have been experiencing a wound from times past. This is a deep and painful wound. This is a wound that does not come from this lifetime. Just as we experience remembrance of events in this lifetime so do we experience other lifetimes as well.

What do they come to show us? Why do we still carry such wounds? I wonder. The wound of my mother’s passing from this world is now merging with this wound of long ago. I travel this road with the spirit of my mother by my side. She comforts me as she always has. I can hear her say “Don’t cry Gaily.”

Oh how I love you Ma.