The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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2017 New Years Visitation

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I feel a bit melancholy as I always do at New Years. It is a mix of looking forward to a brand new year filled with hope and possibility and a looking back at all of my life and the loved ones who are no longer here. I have been dreaming lately of my mother and father. I think of them constantly. I always have and I always will.

Every New Years Eve I write down all I wish to release and burn it.

I then write down all I wish to manifest in the New Year. After I did this I came back in the house and called out to my mother and father. They came instantly…. together.

Vesica Pisces

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Vesica Pisces Gematria 153

Magdalene Gematria 153

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Vesica Pisces ~ Star of David

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My new Birthday Winter Solstice Star of David necklace

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When it all comes together above and below.

Happy Blessed New Year Everyone!

 

 


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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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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

 


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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.


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Power Song

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I am holding on
barely
I am praying for a miracle
constantly
I am falling
into the well of despair

this is a terrible and lonely battle
only the strongest survive
I am weak in body
weakened by life after life
of brutality
meant to crush my spirit
and steal my power

I carry the wounds of the feminine
deep within my physical body
I have returned
to transcend the physical

I am a warrior of the light
my spirit is rising
out of the well of despair

I remember
the divine feminine alchemy
that shall turn the shadows
of this dark cold hard metal
into the light
of miraculous gold