The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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Cosmic Bootcamp

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photo by Gail Swanson

As truth continues to rise and magnify all past hurts and suffering call out night and day and merge with the suffering of today. You thought it was over. You thought you dealt with it. You understood it. You forgave it. You released it. But the stakes are higher now. The truth is more truthful.

There is no rest in the night nor distraction during the day. Everything that frightens you, upsets you, angers you, worries you, confuses you, obstructs you, is rising up with a vengeance.

This is the fall down the rabbit hole, the seeing with magnifying glasses, a gut wrenching, hair pulling, cosmic boot camp.

How strong are we? Pretty Fucking strong.
How aware are we? Pretty Fucking aware.

The tears we weep are so ancient we feel there is no end.
The prayers we whisper are holy and sanctified and heard.

We are not alone.
I can feel all of you.
And you feel me.
We are unified in truth.

I want to give up …. Sometimes.

But I won’t.

Neither will you.