The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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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.

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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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The Chalice of Love

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There is a sacred energy that exists throughout all time and at the very root of it all there is a chalice. It is the chalice of love. The chalice of love is the vessel of truth, the vessel of acceptance and forgiveness, the vessel of the infinite, the vessel of you and the vessel of me.

And through the pain and suffering in our lives we must always come back to the chalice, the chalice of hope and redemption; the chalice of resurrection. This is our hope. This is our truth. This is our story.


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The Chalice of Love

 

johannes adam simon oertel (1823-1909)

Easter March 27, 2016

The Christ story; The Magdalene story; their story; forever united in unimaginable heartbreak and incredible divine love. We resurrect ourselves through the heart and soul of their story, for it is our story, alive in our hearts.

It doesn’t just happen at Easter. It happens every single day; heartbreak and resurrection. We are constantly resurrecting ourselves from the pains and sorrows of this world.

There are some who have an undeniable, infinite connection with the story of Christ and Mary Magdalene. It is because it is a part of you, as if it all happened today in this lifetime. It is as much a part of you as the breath you breathe.

Not everyone will understand, but those that do have a special bond and those that do carry the story in their hearts and there it shall remain until the day comes when every tear is washed away.

Their story of horror and heartbreak and the true glory of the resurrection is our story for we live the resurrection of our hearts constantly. There is a purpose to it. There is a sacred energy that exists throughout all time and at the very root of it all there is a chalice. It is the chalice of love. The chalice of love is the vessel of truth, the vessel of acceptance and forgiveness; the vessel of the infinite; the vessel of you and the vessel of me.

And through the pain and suffering in our lives we must always come back to the chalice; the chalice of hope and redemption; the chalice of resurrection. This is our hope. This is our truth. This is our story.

Once they walked upon this earth. Once they lived a story for all time. Once they proved that love is infinite and the soul never dies. We are the light bearers who carry the story. Let us not forget and give thanks this Easter day and always.

Art Johannes Adam Simon Oertel (1823 – 1909)


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And Still I Weep

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And still I weep

when I look upon his face

for I carry the memory still

the memory of love

the memory of light

the memory of how it should be

the beauty the sorrow

the joy and the pain

the heaven the earth and the hell

it all remains a part of me

a living consecration

baptized by fire

soothed by the spirit

most holy and sanctified

revelation of love

crown of thorns

whispering through the ages

the bitter the sweet

the love and the hate

the forgiveness beyond comprehension

all of this is part of me

as I am part of him

and so I look upon his face

and still I weep and weep