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Friday, November 22, 2013

11222013 Stepping Stones With Buried Bones: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Photo by Rainbow Mother Yaniv
All those stepping stones (lessons) with buried bones (need forgiveness) who catch a pail of water (help me find the blue ring of heavenly virtue, with relative leaves, kinsmen). There inside the seas, the visions and beliefs lies a heart full of gold. Dig it up and find the wells of life where sweetness doesn't make us think twice.  Instead it's love where all is shoved, like a spoon melted with gold. Each child has a tale to be told.

I bid you peace when you sleep to bring in all you need (dream). There sign your name and all will be blamed the cup of God (voice of all our relatives on the great circle of life) is foretold. Let visions and dreams hold us up to beam, like wishing for goblets of gold. We spill our tears intoxicated real with pure hearts of solid gold. All our dreams are something to behold.

There with each lesson my love will spill. I will take hold of my heart. Let me bow down still and hear the will of those who need an ark (a place tied to, towed with the power of love). Set sail with me with a leave my arm across your bow (we will be together). Our shoulders will be close to thine leaves (relatives on the tree of life) where are family will be weened, one child who sets his heart on the trail (starts the great journey of the soul on the blue road of much buried gold).

There inside a beaming heart the buried bones will reveal. All that's lost I have a cost of many important reels (time-lines, streams of light). There and left (to and fro where the winds blow) and right the cleft (be faithful), the mistakes I made along the way. I tell you true, I must forgive too, to heal my heart for the tale. I long to let it go with the whales. Let me sing, sing out, sing full of joy for overcoming all that was defeat. Now I stand on my feet, I feel love that is real, where my mark is to hold you near. Don't worry I will be part of the wheel (I will dew my part for you).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in all that is green. All k/new starts that bring us to our hearts. For all our Relatives, I bow with the sacred nine streams and four holy beams. I bless with fire, water and holy smoke. You are my comfort and my rage, my spilling page. I love you fore it's the view. Love that is true.

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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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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!