12072013 Same Ole Sigh, Jump Up Says the Wise: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

thank you beloved dancers

Care about others down the road. Gift your heart full of gold. And when we shake our heads in disgrace, just remember it's heaven's blessed. And with each lesson tell me sow, want to gift my heart to know, which way shall I begin to burn, all those blessings in this urn. 

Come share with me, the sacred seas. All our visions, our families our beloved destiny. We need a hand to bridge each other to find. We are the children of the saving grace of God. Hear we stand to help all of man. We are children of the deliverance and wake up to please. Hold my hand. Together we make a mend. Sewing us together, the fabric, the holy land.

There is a child, risen savior for awhile (inside of you). And you must seek her (female, blue road, soul, water, sound, heavenly perspective) out, the heavenly shout (the talk reverberates on the waves). Inside your soul, your soul will know, when you find this place the sound inside of your heart . 

We are born, to carry the horns (cry out and share the good k/news). To speak of God inside the holy sacred clouds. And when we strive to each other's eyes, we find, we found God in each other's cries. I hear you friend (helper), in the wind. I hear you and I long to be your relative again.  We are true blue, inside of you. There is a day when all has found it's place. 

Come dance with me, under the trees. Come dance with me to share the heart I need. There is a day, when all is saved. There is a sacred river that shines another daze. Listen deers, on a journey full of fears (lessons). Just jump up (roll it on over) and say the wise soul within me will show/shine the waves (to treasures). And we will become, the living SUNS. Risen saviors each and everyone.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings again to hear the cries of everyone in the winds. There is near (sharing spacial fields), blessings without need of fear, just hold my hand and we will understand the sacred ride, the waves of time. Let us shine.

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star tells a story of how we come together to know of God. [[[g: utterance, ah/o: heavenly, d: transmission, thus the voice of every creature and speck of dust. We must listen with our hearts.]]]

It's a voice, it's a choice, to share your heart (tell your story to a circle), full of love with the sacred bow. Tie the gift (tie one over), the present is stiff, rigid to touch the softness of your soul (any relative sharing spacial fields, on the rainbow trail). My sacred house, my buffalo robe, I share my stripes, forever we are bold/told.

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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

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 of many fields streaming by Rainbow Mother Yaniv, 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

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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!