12162013 Hope the Dreaming Scope: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Where there is hope, there is a place to scope. All of my heart belongs to the place of alarms. Listening to the winds blow against my window pane. All of my dreams are carried inside these veins. River of blood full of stains (stained glass window). Shattered and broken is my wheel. I have so much for me to feel upon the rolling hills. Take hold of magical dreams that fulfill. There is a chance you could make it all real. If you hold the chance of love, per mighty hand of God. Gift all you dew each day, to find the treasures along the way.

And where you dream it's a Rainbow view. All of the family carries all the hues. And withstanding upon the reprimanding, there stands a cycle of the true. And when we roll on over the hands of God is coming through. We are chosen to the history of your love. We are chosen to the cycle of the doves. Walk with me, peaceful siege. We will take a hold and lead. It will be a dream of doves, full of light from the rainbow clouds.

Love is the mighty scoping view of my heart. I will walk and talk with treasures I form an arc. I will bow to the bowing the scraping, the sowing, the making of all that is sacred green. Spiritual we need you. Everything in this view. Spiritual we need you, to grow a hand of the fuge/musical. Let us sing our songs today. Let us feel the rolling waves. Let us live in harmony, the setting breeze, the comfort and magical seek/siege. We are the driving force, to bring love to the horse (blinders on). And direction is the passion to learn about the sacred mashing. We are together like the fields. We are the revolving wheel. We are treasures we feel. Take a hand and walk man. We will overcome, to joy in SUNs, to feel hope dreams a love. We are destined to be sealed (unwrapped and revealed), the mark of the healed/heeled. We are destine to become the rolling sacred suns. We lean on loving waves and forgive everything they say. It's harmony when we feel the breeze, it's loving company. Hands of God feel me. I will serve yee. I will turn thee . . . the key!

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred Suns.

Rainbow Hoops shares

Relatives, wanted to share this wonderful image shared by https://www.facebook.com/ani.alaverdyan.562 with an encircling by the Rainbow. White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Despite its strong Christian associations, the phoenix also appears briefly in Jewish tradition. The Talmud tells how the phoenix (Hol) was the only animal allowed to stay in the Garden of Eden, because it refused to eat the forbidden apple. God granted the bird immortality for its obedience. The fabled bird is said to live 500 years or more, and when the old bird is tired, it flies from Arabia to land in Heliopolis, Egypt, the “City of the Sun.” There, it gathers cinnamon twigs and resin to build a nest of spices atop the Temple of the Sun. The sun ignites the nest and the old phoenix dies in flames. A new, young phoenix emerges from the ashes and wings back to Arabia to live another life cycle. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1391728787734962&set=gm.572210872828633&type=1&theater 

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November 5 · posted at https://www.facebook.com/groups/whitebuffalocalfwomancreations

You are more than your thoughts, your body, or your feelings. You are a swirling vortex of limitless potential who is here to shake things up and create something that the universe has never seen. If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself, if you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.

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

Sacred Song Blessings

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Crystal (flesh) Indigo (soul) Children (dream) 

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

Join us on the Hoops and Learn about Evolution

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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!