Prayer Date: 11052013 Stand Upon a Hill and Dance

There I stand upon a hill and dance and make merry in the wind. I am so affordable it's the gifts that live for me to win. I have everything I needed to make it perfectly. I have everything I needed to grow uncomfortably. It's the place that shows me all I have to learn. Turning towards discomfort, I have to gift wisdom in the wind. I will fight for unity, when others don't want to stand by me. I will hold my hands out loud to make them feel real proud. It's time to live in the wind.

And all this time we did share. We are learning to dance and dare. We are standing on a hill, where all the winds of many colors spill. We are dancing with our feet, to make the dust roll up and greet. We are dancing with our hearts to make our songs feel like our part. And we feel the world around, it's abounding full of sound. WE are grateful everyday, for all the discomforts that pave my way.

There you are standing on a hill, dancing and singing merry filled. And you want to say hello to the next coming fellow. And we find our souls alive, we are waking up to chime. We are witness to the (ray) gun, where beams of light make every ONE (oneness, together in the circle). Tell a story you are part of this hoop. You are the song of all that got loose. And now we are rustling everyone home, to say it's holy sacred stones. It's a path of loving cheer, when you are dancing holy near. And upon that hill you shout. It's time to wake up, come about.

We are tattered everyone. All those streams of lights and (rays of diamonds) guns. Blazing glares and pitiful was the story of all you heard. Now it's time to find the joy in the story of all the toys. We are living up to share the sacred story of the Rainbow Wares. Each a child, each a Saint, each a wonderful blamed. Each a sickness that needs healed. Each a sorrow that need fulfilled. Come "Little One" sit with me. I will hear about your dis-ease. Tell the stories that you heard, along the path of all the curds. WE are suffering in the name of LOVE. We are learning that things stir up. And we are witness (clamoring, clawing our way towards the blue waters and virtues of heaven within the heart) to the kingdom come.

Let us sing this song up high to the river down low and wide. Let the sickle cut you down, to where the seeds are bitter proud. WE are children learning to grin. So much work it's not all SIN. And we must learn to be gratified with the holy locomotion ride. We are leaking tears of love, now it's JOY coming home in CROWDS. We are jumping up and down, heaven dance with me in the clouds.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the SACRED SUNS. All our Relatives in the sea, where our visions gift liberty. We sing about hopes and dreams to tumble down from the heavenly.

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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 

in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

New moon November 3, 2013 05:49:32 AM

 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 by Rainbow Mother Yaniv

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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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!