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Monday, November 18, 2013

11182013 Bells Toll and Blow : Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

There we blow the universe around. Can you feel it's mighty grand sound? I wish you could feel everything that's real. I wish you could feel this way. Everyplace we flow, energy does grow. Even in the cracks, the crevices that lack (emptiness). Deep inside where we hide our roots to grow. All our heaven has a place to sow. Can we feel the welcome of the energy of life. Bring home all of this strife.

Wishing for bells to toll. I know it's going to be gold. Everywhere my heart subsides. I have to open my eyes. We are a universe in our hands. Let us make an open reprimand (fuss over each other to do our sacred blessings, fight for unity every moment of the day). We must choose to look within, to eliminate our sins. Wishing for bells to toll. Making love to the old (elders need to be cared for to help rejoice and dance). Won't you come dance with me. We could dance and feel the breeze.  

There we blow the world around (descending wave) . . .  (wave crest tides) just to make this sound (descending wave) . . .  (wave crest). And when we rise above, we could stand with gloves. Fitting all inside the deep roots we hide. Fitting all outside the smiles we want to shine. Fitting all the dream, hold me tight, let us all gleam. We are like a steam engine, roaring down the tracks. 

(Are you here? Smack!!!) Listen Brother to my words heaven has sent me with the words. Listen Sister to my voice heaven has sent me twice. Echo linger in time is waiting to be sublime. Down up and down again, the valleys show us the sacred winds/wings. There you stand and bow down just to hear the sound loud (hailing winds). And if you reminisce we could learn to kiss (tell a tale close up), touch each other's lips (rejoice in each other's words, your heart sow bold). I could hear your tale, everything you waled/whaled/sang!

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for all the family rings. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the sacred SUNS (all the family, the beloved). Sammi Swimming Ice and Blowing in the Wind dancing to eliminate sin, prescribing love on all the limbs. Here/hear we bow, family who play many instruments and sings the hums of the many bees, our family dreams.

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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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