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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

11262013 The Dawning of Man is Making It's Wheel: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

There comes a day when all we have to say is loving rays of sunshine that lifts the daze. I have to say, "glory all the way". When it's time to share our hearts divine, let us glare with loving binds. And then we are torn when we go away, because the comfort we feel along the paved. Golden hills we long today.

We are many of a sunshine field. We are many of the sacred wheel. We are many of the waking suns. Listen to the making of the guns (blazing shooting fireworks of the streaming lights of the rainbow). All that clatter has us having some fun. And I wish for all your dreams come true, no matter what you dew, no matter what the true. And if you share this waking call come home, then you will bow like bones who fall down. And when it's time to call our different paths to make us bow at last. To make us sow at last.

Gifting to you and me there is another wave. Listen to the sunshine says. Listen to all this daze. We are children of the longing seas (envisioning spiritual free), between you and me. There is a place we seek. And if the rainbows come to land upon the fields, then we could make it real, loving vibrations that heal/heel. I know you want more than this world does gift, because of a kiss, because of the locks of bliss (hair streams).

We shine today to lift our hearts another wave. And when we share our hearts content another day, we feel it's going to save, just one more step along the way. Feel all you do and say will share this throne, the place of buried bones, treasures that tell a tone. The ringing of the gentlemen who need, precious vital medicine please, let woman share with thee. And all of heaven will roll around and fade, inside of your heart today, a (inner) light will glare your wave.

And with this soul within my heart is fair, longing for contentment wares. Longing for all that care. And when we share this tones of many seas, we envision a galaxy, the place between you and me. I bless the fields to make it a wheel. I bless the space to gift our race (mankind and it's evolution over rolling hills in time). I bless the hopes and dreams that till the dawning of man is making it's wheel (it's real, it's reeling it on in).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the sacred suns, the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, elders and those on the tree, every single leaf (relative on the tree of life).
Gifted by, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Locally and Around the World. Please help support Elders and Warriors to bring the LAW of LOVE to your neighborhood, uniting all the fields together once more! Let us learn to open the doors.

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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Pray With Elders around the World
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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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