Healing Our Waters

The meaning of the dream just came to me.

The dream:

I dreamed this right before I woke up this morning.

I come upon a crystal clear body of water and I reach down and pull up a small crystal and I yell out “This water is full of crystals”! I reach down again and this time pull up a huge pyramid shaped crystal which is visibly emanating rays of energy. We are all amazed by this. I wake up.

Morning;

I go to take my photographs and receive a photo of the sun that looks like the energies coming out of the crystal in the dream.

Hands Across the Water :

Today is the gathering of people along the shores of the Gulf of Mexico to protest the horrific actions of selfishness and greed that have killed our waters and all sea life.  Hundreds of people line up hand in hand wearing masks because of the horrific toxic smell. They come with open hearts filled with love for our once beautiful waters and all of life.

Water Blessing:

I have been blessing the waters with my own prayers and ceremonies. We all can do this from wherever we are.

Suddenly it came to me. The dream was showing the healing power of the crystals helping to create and balance crystal clear waters. I am shown we should put our love and healing thoughts into our crystals and place them in the Gulf of Mexico.

May our beautiful water heal and return to her natural state and may all living beings live free and thrive in their natural home.

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That Most Sorrowful Day

The women were there every step of the way
we agonized, we cried out, we fell to our knees
the men were gone
fear had overtaken them

I can only speak for myself when I say
I had no fear
not for me
the unbearable witnessing
of such things done to him
you could only be with him
of him

each step was mine
each time he stumbled

the weight of the cross
the taunts
it was a mob scene

I saw nothing but him
I felt I would not live through it
such was the overwhelming feeling
of being one with him

and even in this
I know it was a comfort to him
for he could feel my agony
and he could feel my infinite love

so I walked this way of the cross
and I tell you in complete truth
I hung with him on that cross
and on that day I was aware
of somehow relieving him
in ever the smallest way

for I absorbed his sorrow and I felt his pain
and with all my heart and soul sent him
the radiant burning love
that was transforming within my heart

and this he felt
and this he understood

it is impossible to make known the bitter gall
of that most sorrowful day

for there are no words to describe
the depth of his physical suffering

and the agony and beauty of being witness
to his magnificent forgiving heart

only the glory of his Resurrection
could ever ease the pain
for it would take something so miraculous and divine
to fill your heart with light and love once again

it was an honor and a blessing
to stand with the women
the ones who saw nothing
but the truth of heaven before their eyes

and we lifted him with our prayers
and we sustained him with our love
and it was our faces he did see
in these most brutal and terrible moments

and the power of unspeakable acts
and the glorious message of forgiveness
burned in our hearts all the days of our lives

may this message come alive in your hearts
and may his life be testimony
of heaven and of earth

from The Heart of Love: Mary Magdalene Speaks
Gail Swanson

 

A Summer Solstice Story

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.

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.

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.

The Sword of Love and Truth

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

Cosmic Bootcamp

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.

The Magic of Destiny

prayers light up the sky

with hope

signs appear

as if by magic

energies swirl

whispering your destiny

fears rise

out of dark secret places

fears of old

rusted and creaking

magic blooming

with divine possibility

a cosmic brew

yours for the taking

sip a cup of magic

spill a cup of fear

rise up and walk

the path seldom traveled

the magic of destiny

is calling your name

 

Esoteric Mystery

I am falling
praying
desperately
show me a way
out of this dark hell
and into the light of a miracle
I know too much
and not enough
the truth of my lives
line up before me
swirling in visions, dreams
and synchronicities
an esoteric mystery
unsolvable by earthly means
I am weary
and so I pray
for some kind of miracle
for the answer lies beyond all this
this I know for sure
and in the dark of night
between despair and hope
my cries and prayers are heard
and the miracle appears

The Great In Between

I am lost
in the great in between
I need a hand
to pull me up
and out
can this be a dream
it is hard to tell
sometimes
in this solitary place
where prayers are whispered
in the dark of night
and tears fall silently
prayers rise as tears fall
and the call for help is heard
I know it is heard
and it will come
somehow