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Thursday, November 14, 2013

1114013 White Buffalo in the Wind: Swimming Ice Blowing in the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Image of White Buffalo embedded in stone by Grandmother Upon the Hill Dana Hoecker. 

White Buffalo is running today, all the colors of the mighty display. Holy is the constant wave, when we pray and praise. All we dew is a mighty verb, shouting out and making it ONE. We are gathering across the world, yet we don't know the simplest heard. It's validation of the word.

When the White Buffalo runs, you can hear all the guns. Blazing trails of infinity, the glorious suns of eternity. We are spoken to about the wake, heaven has a hold of us and it's goodness sakes. Evolution has us by the throats, when we voice out our spokes. Listen to the reeling sky, telling us how we are tethered to the glorious rise, where the SUN Bows down the waves, just to show you the tattered wade (shallow pool). Let us look deep inside, then we will know the rushing of PRIDE, when we hold each other close. Then we know the Buffalo TOAST.

Let us drink the favored wine (story whine, whizzing sound, ah this is why people celebrate with champagne/carbonation/bubbles, to cry tears of joy the sound hears my noise), all the tears of the divine. Fill our cups to overflow, just to hear the windows grow. All the plants in the world, want to hold you and to cheer. We are warranted to be near you, for the help of all we dew. Let us bow and pray today, to use our Buffalo Prayer Cloth today. All the colors of gratitude, when we are watching over you.

Hold the seasons in your heart, then you can begin to know the start. Heaven is waiting to get us along, towards the gospel of the rising sun. Inside of you, is a soul wanting to be let out, freedom comes when we long to shout. And if we raise our voices high, the shout of LOVE will be our EYES.

White Buffalo Calf Woman hear/here, to tell you there is more than fear. It is love that comes in every shape, even those who religiously drape. Just realize we are all children on this world. And we need the White Buffalo to cope (prayer cloth of many colors). And if we shine inside of us, we will find we are drinking from the same cup (oneness overcomes). Spilling tears of majesty, towards the river that is running free. Now to get the pureness there, where the water settles without fear (pollution).

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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
 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.
 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child. 
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)

Image of many fields streaming by Rainbow Mother Yaniv, streaming stones among the mountain tones and buried bones, the Suns are born (children of the rainbow clan, all our relatives, the spacial fields).

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”

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
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Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!

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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