We wished upon this time, yet we find... all the things that overcome is the treasures. Yet everyday with sorrow played, I want to know, which way to go, if only I could learn to glow.... I could find, all that is bind/ing. I could find the glowing light inside. I could find the treasures of the hind (of the past), those who left their mark, I must forgive their stark. I will lead the way, forgive and bow and pray. Love will lead the daze. Love will lead the waves. Love will shed a coat for all this moat (encircling us with particles of light/mote like a moat), the places of the seas (envisioning). Let our hearts bee (dream impossible dreams), one big happy family.
Shimming and shake, heal and awake. All the times come forwards to help us bind. Treasures unwind. Children of living that chime. Set a course, love is a burst of fireworks. Love is the charge we make our mark, to sail away, to where love displays. To where love displays.... there we find our way.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to share with all the rings. My relatives I share the most, the sacred holy toast. We are joined in family. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sets the breeze, with his LOVE, that is a shining dove, peaceful heart. We must dew our part, while he drums the beat, of the longing in the sweet...... music lullabies (that sail in the winds from we to you)).
Gifted By Alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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.
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!