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Friday, November 29, 2013

11292013 Angels in the Trees: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Sing high above where there are Angel Eyes, the view of condemning (to express strong disapproval of our sins by official order says) love. It's true and blue, those who long to judge you (like parents guiding the young), because it's loving hands that imbue, to turn you around to know the Sioux (the constant heartbeat along the red road, where the law is love). And the grass is greener upon the lands, where the spiritual takes heed and understands (treasures appear when the rocks are overturned, the sticks show the way, relatives who are willing to save).

We are children longing to feel, the sensation of all the rolling wheels. And just because we don't understand, doesn't mean we don't love MAN. It means we must care about all the lands, including the heart of a Man. We are children longing to feel, the waking of our Fathers who sowed the wheel. He took us by the hands and led us to this forsaken land, now he must bow down (kneels, come down to where the child stands) with the wheel, to recover and make the lands heal.

Everywhere we long to feel, the sacred eyes of home land steels (sky scrapers), the strength of mighty forests and winds, that bring us home to every sin. And when we don't seem to understand, let us take the time to heal and bind. One more story, let me know your pace. Let me know which is your fountain of youth. I know you have many powers today, yet most of all it's LOVE that paves the waves. You and me, stir the trees. You and me, shine forever free, when we change our looking out and move inside to the stout, where my heart aligns withe breeze, my soul will roll, one more step, then I will find the rainbow. 

Singing high in the trees, I can feel the winds aligning in me. I can feel the sacred path, my spirit is longing to last, then we should guide others to what we need to know, the written, the fabulous show, the dream that is full of steam, to sparkle and beam. It's true you know, the Angels care sow, to plant the seeds of love every day. To gift a better truer way. To be holy and be true, when others really could use you. To help the traveller in need. To help the children when they bleed. And when all else is dead and gone, remember Woman who suffered from all this sin, help her with her daily bread, the loaves we read, the speaker of the house, that prayers were heard. We send love to all that is said. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings today, for all the Relatives on the waves. Riding the famous sky, the helium that takes us by surprise. The levitation skills that make us live for real. And times will share indeed, because we are learning to grieve, together it's the way, no need to bow down and shy away. It's hands together. Lands together. It's ONENESS rules above the show. Heaven on Earth knows all the glows/stones.

Gifted by, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Locally and Around the World.

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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