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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

12102013 Rainbow Colors Fly With Me: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Image by Nicole Swan Ministryoftheheart
Rainbow Colors fly with me, into the heart of the eternal seas. Where we share our hearts of men, to place our hands towards the thin (revealing). Let us find the soul within, where all is sanctioned to begin. Love lives in the winds.

Tell a story of long ago, when our hearts are pure as snow. Just in time to make amends to the sacred winds. Hold on tight and measure true, the hands of God lives inside of you. We are treasures each and everyone. Listen to the sacredness of the SUNS.

We are children learning to fly, inside of all the Rainbow Colors wide. It's a (rainbow) trail where our soul will fly, when we learn to walk holy and with pride. Stand on our soles today. Sing and dance and gift praise. We are on a journey you see. We are on a journey to bee (dream impossible dreams). We are on a journey to believe, visions come true. We are on a fact of life, where we breath in all this strife. And when we bow down to pray, LOVE is the HEALING RAYS.

When we start to find a sole, that walks holy and with solid gold, we find treasures everywhere. We find relatives who really care. It's time to sing out and praise this world. Times are changing and we are a herd (all together this time around, the third rolling hill in our evolution period). Think about all we have known thus far. We have travelled far. WE have learning about the Stars.

Come now, listen to the gentleness of the winds. You will hear more than just sin. You will hear the loving grace of those who prescribe, love is laughter all the while. Can you find a weekend to give? Can you find a smile to lift? Can you find some time to unwind, then all will be part of this shine. Take a hand and lift it to the sky. We will be there dancing in the wide. All that space in the heavenly domains. We will be there going insane (dancing wildly for you to bless you free without disease). 

Tell everyone we are moving this way, when the SUNS of MEN learn to play. We are leaning on the fight of the soul, to bring in solid gold, dreams of each child we will know. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you today, to lift the hearts of everyone displayed. Gifts a handful of tables of the seas, just to hear the leaves. All my relatives, I bow with the SUNS. Each a child learning to run. Where the buffalo shine in the breeze, heaven returns to me, inside of the hearts of true leaves (relatives walking and talking on the blue road, who can receive).

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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.

Image of many streaming fields by White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal 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!
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!