Rushing around the leaves (relatives on the tree of life). All of a sudden a breeze. Take me a back and I can feel this heavy sack. Standing on my knees, picking up the leaves. All my Relatives need, LOVE in this TREE. Do you feel the river of love coming at you in droves? Will you be ready to expose the inner glow? How will we find out where the Song comes from, if we don't let our hearts hum along? I want you to share, the golden river of hair, all those streaming fields of lights, the sparkling diamonds delight.
We are the shining seas. Sparkling for all to bee, such a great dream. SUCH A GREAT DREAM. I want to believe. I want to achieve in me, all the things on this tree, the river of love set free. I will reach for the stars above at night and in the day light I will reach for this sunlight. I will bow down with the sun, to make my heart feel the frown (sadness at the day's end, because you didn't want it to end, pour down our tears). And when up rising sun, I will become a diamond on the run. I will be set free. I will love every single leaf.
There is a sunny side of the slope, where we find our hearts to grope on the sliding scale. WE haven't gotten our tails/tales. And if we could ride the shimmering sea, we could be fish jumping gallantly. Family have come today, upstream from this hard river of praise. All along the way, we strove in riding fields of loving rage. And when we turned the page of silence the road opened up to say. It's time to make a change. It's time to make a wonderful reign. It's time to make a change, it's where we give it all away. Coins for everyone. Both sides of the Sacred SUN. Inside delight, it's bright. And outside we shimmer in the night. We are the golden streams of hair (brotherhood flows), with longing for the sacred tails/tales (stories of bold). WE come home today, to share our rays and all we have to sing our praise.
The winds of hope and dreams fulfill, to open up all the wondrous rails. And if we shine for the seas, heaven let me bow down with thee. I will jump over the sun (ride the rainbow trail), to make it treasures for everyone. It's rainbows I will bow with thee, my Mother she gifts me liberty (she lets me fly free, yet tethered to thee).
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| Tree Full of Coins Falling Down for You |
It's time feel the breeze. It's at the top of the trees. We await God's calling for me. There I stand to feel the land. And upon the waking drifts we open up all our gifts. We feel love within the sacred grin, our hopes and dream fulfilled. WE are open to all the wheel. Let us roll on down the road. Together let us find buried gold. And all our dreams come true, to wake up all we dew. And with this faithful say, I send my prayers your way. It's a wonderful dream. I am glad you are steam, the breath of life that gifts us beams.
Sending love to the winds of time. Sharing our hearts this wine. Intoxicated by your love. I want to share us all home like doves. It's a whaling dream, all the songs that seek. WE are driven in droves, the trees hold all the gold. And coins are falling down, like suns and the sacred clouds. WE are joining the clan, where we are human man, the waking of the CLAN. Brotherhood here we stand. Brotherhood we demand, love is the sacred circle where all will wail the song inside that makes us sail. Our dreams come true....
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred Suns, the Buffalo on the Run.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Around the World
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
New moon November 3, 2013 05:49:32 AM
New moon December 2, 2013 05:22:19 PM
New moon January 1, 2014 aligning with the sun
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)
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| Image by Rainbow Mother Yaniv |
Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, you and you and you and you and me too. There
are only a few more New Moons (re/birthing) to go, until we start to
flow where it's
the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014). We need you to share and shine, to
bring in wine, tears divine. We send greetings and blessings as we join
together in this dance, the Holy Ghost, the Spiritual toast, we greet
you to the sky and back to the why, where we say, forgiveness is
treasures, let joy overcome. Tonight it's a way to let love under ONE.
We cherish this world, because we are SUNS, each child, each enemy, each
parent with a child. All the the little creatures, the rocks and the
sticks. All the little varmints (rats, social interrogatory) which pick
up the holy wicks (spat, now let's go to work), sparking
the willing to have faith in a song, where are all together, moving
along. We send blessings in this song. Let your hair down, sing and
dance abound. For it's the spiritual soul within that leads and says,
Holy to my Spirit, for I am going to bloom. I will share with this
world. I will shine until NOON (inner brightest like a Star). We will
become treasures when we pray along, together in a song, all together
God's ONE. All the little spiders, who weave us to cradle the song.
Telling us a story, that look out, watch the bones. There planted deeply
a treasure under the stone, if we look closer, we might want to shown,
love gifts and hooves (kicks and shoves, like parents on a rug).
Bowing with all our Relatives, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Event: Ghost Walk, the New Moon Dance
(Monthly three day gathering with the family and friends, relatives in the winds)
Official Title: Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony”
Official Title: Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony”
Dance when heat and cold (mist/smoke of the ghost) find each other bold, binding to bring in the new, the ghost dance comes to infuse, the soul has risen, awaken and driven, the heavenly soul does reign. Renegades put on your shelter (warriors uniform, buffalo armor, rainbow colors purified), because it's turning to helter skelter (confusion and frenzy, bubbling up the soul does reign). White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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!
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I bless the sacred nine directions in you, my relative of the blue. Welcome into our hearts. Welcome into the new view. Blessings you forever, in the Wind and it's true!