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Dream visions coming true, if we remember we are the glue. All our making of dreams out there, help us to relieve and care. Start making good dreams. Care about where you share? Start making good dreams. Think about where we leave this world? There is a place for changing tides. And I feel you are knowing just how to become wise. Such confusion lies in the air, because we all feel a bit scared. Such confusion in the air, when we don’t seem to be aware. Such confusion in our arms, when we feel only harm. How can we dream a good dream?
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Hold our hands together and make it a plan. Hold our hands together, watch over and demand. Hold our hands together and share our great faith. We are the human race. When all is sheltered and we are not aware, love comes to knock at our door and cares, a lesson spills over to show you the way. Be grateful it’s more to say, it’s time for you to look in/to this wave. Share your heart, bow with the arks. Know we are children too, learning to get through.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the holy to everything. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, to make it a roaring and dynamite shore, where we all learn to adore.
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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.
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
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”
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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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!
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!