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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

12112013 The Holy Spirit Inside You, the Ghost Dancer in the Buffalo Fields: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

(drum and talking begins) Buffalo fields why don't you come out tonight. Come out tonight. Come out tonight. Buffalo gals, join us in our sights. Buffalo boys, it's time to shine bright. Buffalo children, blooming everywhere. Heaven on earth shines us to compare, each a living treasure, LET'S BE AWARE.

(singing begins) Fields of sunshine ride in me. Let the streaming light set me free. I will graze for the haze, the dreaming phase of all this light, the rainbow tree with loving breeze. That is the dream tonight. Buffalo fields why don't you come out tonight. Show me exactly how to bring in a glorious sight. A dream of fields, roaming together like a wheel. We are holding in praise, the buffalo rays, the fields of the heaven sent. The soul within you is GREATNESS in the winds. Let us shine true. Love lives in the hues. Each child brings k/news. We are together today and live inside of sacred weather that gifts. Hand each other with loving rays. Heaven on earth, we have much to praise.

There is a dream field, where the guys and girls speel. Dancing in flowers blooming, water falls zooming, with rays of beams and sunlight dancing. It's true and blue (such a happy happy face, as he moves to and fro happily and smiling from Holiness David Running Eagle). We are joining together finally after such a long weather of dreams. We are learning to beam. Heaven on earth it's a mighty green. Spiritual renewal at it's seams. Take a hand and walk with me. We will be heavenly. We will be heavenly. Take my hand, walk and stand, holy buffalo roaming this land. We are the Rainbow Clan. Every child upon this land. Every green grass that grows, the flowers that sow, the butterflies that flow. And every drop and tear that is shed, belongs to this holy rock that was lead/dreamspace/gray/led. That is true blue, when we learn just what to dew, to drop down clues from heaven. To shine upon this land to leaven/levitate/rise up. To bring hope and dreams for everyone. 

Yes, the buffalo suns, four directions with beams of light of ONE, the embrace of the green fields, where the souls act reel, joining all to seal (bark out what is written on the book of life, to be revealed). Remembering love and laughter, part of this *shafter (smaller metal pipe inside a larger metal pipe, both flowing past each other, electrifying), passing each other by, just to say, "hi" (high/give me five/blue/relativity). Love is the key you know, saying, "I love your glow. Thank you for sharing your ark, the four directions you park (your soul). You are the buffalo robe of pure delight, when holy runs in your sight. Your prayer cloth you wear each day, shines true when you show others the way." Love is true blue, when we look through to share our hearts in tune. Love is true blue, when it's you, true, together it's the great k/news. All together my children of the suns. We are buffalo roaming everyone. And it's true and blue, let us run on through, fly into the sky and open stars wide. We are back in time, to settle down, upon this EARTH to make glorious sounds.

Sing angel inside of you brings. Love is this swing. to and fro love will grow, inside of all of these hues, the Rainbow Clan in you (your part of the circle of ONENESS, the great mystery).

See those buffalo fly!
*Shafter: All my Relatives, in this Sacred Song Blessing blowing in the winds today, the shafter is represented by a smaller metal pipe inside a larger metal pipe, both flowing past each other, electrifying. This is an expression of the talking soul and the walking sole, side by side. The soul must descend from heaven, while the sole must ascend from earth. The soul meets/greets/joins with the right sole, as the right choice, as tools of light, the four directions in rainbow colors, what we call the buffalo robe, to assist your mission upon this world (great name). This place of joining is like your holy house (a church), where your holy spirit, the soul child within you is learning to shine from within (four more rainbow colors illuminate from within, learning to turn up the inner light is what the spiritual awakening is all about). Buffalo is a male term, which is about light, or the streaming lights of the rainbow colors (light waves, ascending sole trail, red road, maleness, directional, around the center). These frequencies lead us daily as we align with each other on the Rainbow Trail (descending soul trail, sound waves, blue road, femaleness, concentric, common center).

See those buffalo run!
The buffalo robe, your tools of light or "four directions in rainbow colors" (buffalo robe), that embrace your soul (holy house, you as a church, a spiritual being sent from heaven, four more inner rainbow colors journeying over sound waves). When the inner illuminate is turned up brighter, it beams and entwines/binds with or marries to/gether, the soul and the sole. This is the meaning of a child of light, when the soul on the blue road and the sole on the red road cross each other, this illumination creates an to and fro, like a weaving into spacial fields.  When this starts to occur in a being, then others see a great light beaming out and gifts a silent shout.

There, in those tossing waves, another folding occurs, the yellow road appears. This is where dreams start to come true, because we are moving down the Rainbow Trail, where our eternal soul belongs to ourselves on the journey, while the eternal sole belongs to our children for future generations, as buffalo fields, held together with buffalo robes or four directions in rainbow colors. 

Image: Holy Wakan/Walking Buffalo wears a Prayer Cloth around the shoulder near.

And when one walks holy or wakan, we are able to move through our personal evolution down the rainbow trail where the true dream occurs, without repeated drills (repeated lessons, blooming effect on the red road). The buffalo fields are the spacial fields of relatives, because of our relativity in our spacial fields to each other as we cross each other in our lives. All is sacred and meaningful. We bless the sacred fields, the buffalo hills (wave frequencies) that we share, in order to bring fruition to all our neighbors, because they are relatives and relativity makes them part of us as arks, sailing through each other. These fields of each person is where the buffalo roam.

Learning to be respectful and holy beings, means we purify constantly and help others by demanding it in our shared spiritual and physical spaces, the spacial fields in relativity, the motions and tossing of the oceans of our fears and dreams to awaken to eliminate fear, with sacred blessings everywhere. The meaning of the name Shafter is "Bowman", we who move round in hoops/circles as holy spiritual beings of light, through the buffalo fields.

Image: the buffalo trail where the cosmic snow or crystalline stones that glow, shine true in me and you.

We are linked together, woven like a blanket and these spacial buffalo fields gather inside of Grandmother as doorways into our hearts, the inner illumination of the children of light. The color gray and those who wear gray color as their inner most of four rainbow colors, holds the greatest honor as GRANDMOTHER. In native american tribal customs, there are loyal ceremony services for the age of becoming Grandmother. With only an understanding of the spiritual knowledge, this continues to be a great honoring. Today we understand that Gray children or Grandmothers can be, a female or a male physical sole, while the rainbow color they wear, bring into fruition and expression of what a TRUE GRANDMOTHER IS. Everything seen in the painted world on the red road is connected by gray. This means to be seen in this world, we carry gray color in our buffalo robe in the same place, the fourth position of four rainbow colors and directions. Gray true color is red-green, the lighted and shadowed fields embraced by Grandmother's love, the to and fro of the cosmic glow, where the lights of men shine brightly as the Rainbow Clan. Gray allows us to connect our dreams together and sea or envision through each other's eyes. Learning to be respectful in sharing, is the sine/sign of true brotherhood. Validation is the key that opens any door, to the hear that reveals a story that reels us all together.

It takes a shafter, the bowman who honors the buffalo spacial fields, as all my relatives. Grandmother holds us in all our dreams in these spacial fields all connected and weaved together. There is a story about the spider, who weaves the universe, just look at her web. And the male, who come to her to reproduce, must be willing to die for true love, for the sacred purification destroys the impure and leaves behind the pure of heart. Thus daily, we bless the sacred fields. We say it this way, where the streams flow.  With fire (color waves) and water (sound waves), say, "I bless the sacred nine streams and four holy directions". This represents the cleansing of one field and those fields who are connected, will be embraced by your love or repelled by your love. Either way you are protected for a holy place, the buffalo robe who blesses the sacred fields, the dreams we reel (spool together, entwined), the real vision, the painted picture we share. Let us all learn to be aware.

Our Sister Ella said it this way, "I have learned and experienced in many ways how connected we truly are and how sacred every encounter is." 

Let us join hand in hand across the lands and seas, to bring home all the hearts of thine enemies, for thine is the glory of God, the ONENESS of all the clods, the walking talking sweet, the sacred glorious cheek, where tears bow down to touch the ground, to bring in swelling springs, loving hearts that ring (the crying out "brotherhood is coming", children of light are running, the buffalo suns (each relative leaf on the tree of life) are sunning, the ark of the sole does covet/desires/cupid the soul to run with the gold, the field of dreams").

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the Holy Spirit Inside You brings, the Ghost Dancer that shines from the inside. The children who will make us proud. And the grazing fields of all the suns, the buffalo on the run. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the sacred living rungs, the steps to the evolutionary claws, that cling deep and never let go (roots on the tree of life). For love is the greatest gift, to share and make it sweet. Heaven on earth does shine, to another that helps us bind.

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Prayer Date: 11012013 Children of the World Join in Rings and Sing AND Buffalo Run Around Rings With Wings

Buffalo Gals
Written by Cool White, it was originally published as “Lubly Fan” in 1844.  A favorite of minstrel audiences, its words were easily changed to reflect the location of each performance (e.g. Buffalo Gals, Charleston Gals, Mobile Gals, etc.).  The song was popular through the war.

Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
As I was walking down the street,
Down the street, down the street,
A pretty little gal I chanced to meet,
Oh, she was fair to see.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
I stopped her and we had a talk,
Had a talk, had a talk,
Her feet took up the whole sidewalk
And left no room for me.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
I asked her if she’d have a dance,
Have a dance, have a dance,
I thought that I might have a chance
To shake a foot with her.

Running Buffalo towards each other on Pillow set
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’,
And her heel kept a-knockin’, and her toes kept a-rockin’
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’
And we danced by the light of the moon.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.

Thank you

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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

 New moon January 1, 2014 aligning with the sun
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)
Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.

 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child, a divine light from within.

Image of a beaming field by Grandmother Upon the Hill, a gray child, 
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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!
Running with Buffalo Warriors
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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