And now it's time to see, how wonderful it could be. We could be dancing and singing once again free. But now it's time to view, the sacredness of the tools. The places we were meant to bee (dreaming impossible dreams), together in one great big dream (rainbow clan and it's hoops).
Have you no shoulder? Have you no pain? Don't you see indifference, moving around? I think the wisdom of heaven's relief, is learning to chime with us, now it's just a bunch of grief. There is a sign now, just what to seek. There is a time now, for all to be meek. There is a time now, heaven will wane. We will bow down (with the same, all will be children again), with the rainbow's rain (reigning over the land, the Rainbow Clan in the sands).
Time not to give up. Time not to be chained. It's time to travel, to distant far lands (through the hearts of each other). And when we are suffering, just hold your head high, to find the (relative's) eyes, who will understand you and hold you awhile. Come child look at me for a time and you will sea, the soul inside of me, wanting you to be free. I have to love you, for all of these days. I need someone to teach me, to hold all the land (fields of rolling grains, Grandmother embrace all the stains, bringing it back to the wheel of spokes).
White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal child, Sings a Sacred Song Blessing for the Heart of Shakedown Shawna and requested by Zev MoonDawg Atomz, the green child.
Zev MoonDawg Atomz
Dear White Buffalo Calf woman I bow to you,
I need your help ::: blessing or prayer for a loved one.....
a member of our group... shakedown shawna ::
dark forces are trying to harm her ....
please say a prayer!
Your humble servant MoonDawg
On Tue, Oct 30, 2012
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal)
Pray With Elders around the World
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!