(singing begins) Fields of sunshine ride in me. Let the streaming light set me free. I will graze for the haze, the dreaming phase of all this light, the rainbow tree with loving breeze. That is the dream tonight. Buffalo fields why don't you come out tonight. Show me exactly how to bring in a glorious sight. A dream of fields, roaming together like a wheel. We are holding in praise, the buffalo rays, the fields of the heaven sent. The soul within you is GREATNESS in the winds. Let us shine true. Love lives in the hues. Each child brings k/news. We are together today and live inside of sacred weather that gifts. Hand each other with loving rays. Heaven on earth, we have much to praise.
There is a dream field, where the guys and girls speel. Dancing in flowers blooming, water falls zooming, with rays of beams and sunlight dancing. It's true and blue (such a happy happy face, as he moves to and fro happily and smiling from Holiness David Running Eagle). We are joining together finally after such a long weather of dreams. We are learning to beam. Heaven on earth it's a mighty green. Spiritual renewal at it's seams. Take a hand and walk with me. We will be heavenly. We will be heavenly. Take my hand, walk and stand, holy buffalo roaming this land. We are the Rainbow Clan. Every child upon this land. Every green grass that grows, the flowers that sow, the butterflies that flow. And every drop and tear that is shed, belongs to this holy rock that was lead/dreamspace/gray/led. That is true blue, when we learn just what to dew, to drop down clues from heaven. To shine upon this land to leaven/levitate/rise up. To bring hope and dreams for everyone. 
Yes, the buffalo suns, four directions with beams of light of ONE, the embrace of the green fields, where the souls act reel, joining all to seal (bark out what is written on the book of life, to be revealed). Remembering love and laughter, part of this *shafter (smaller metal pipe inside a larger metal pipe, both flowing past each other, electrifying), passing each other by, just to say, "hi" (high/give me five/blue/relativity). Love is the key you know, saying, "I love your glow. Thank you for sharing your ark, the four directions you park (your soul). You are the buffalo robe of pure delight, when holy runs in your sight. Your prayer cloth you wear each day, shines true when you show others the way." Love is true blue, when we look through to share our hearts in tune. Love is true blue, when it's you, true, together it's the great k/news. All together my children of the suns. We are buffalo roaming everyone. And it's true and blue, let us run on through, fly into the sky and open stars wide. We are back in time, to settle down, upon this EARTH to make glorious sounds.Sing angel inside of you brings. Love is this swing. to and fro love will grow, inside of all of these hues, the Rainbow Clan in you (your part of the circle of ONENESS, the great mystery).
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| See those buffalo fly! |
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| See those buffalo run! |
There, in those tossing waves, another folding occurs, the yellow road appears. This is where dreams start to come true, because we are moving down the Rainbow Trail, where our eternal soul belongs to ourselves on the journey, while the eternal sole belongs to our children for future generations, as buffalo fields, held together with buffalo robes or four directions in rainbow colors.
And when one walks holy or wakan, we are able to move through our personal evolution down the rainbow trail where the true dream occurs, without repeated drills (repeated lessons, blooming effect on the red road). The buffalo fields are the spacial fields of relatives, because of our relativity in our spacial fields to each other as we cross each other in our lives. All is sacred and meaningful. We bless the sacred fields, the buffalo hills (wave frequencies) that we share, in order to bring fruition to all our neighbors, because they are relatives and relativity makes them part of us as arks, sailing through each other. These fields of each person is where the buffalo roam.
Learning to be respectful and holy beings, means we purify constantly and help others by demanding it in our shared spiritual and physical spaces, the spacial fields in relativity, the motions and tossing of the oceans of our fears and dreams to awaken to eliminate fear, with sacred blessings everywhere. The meaning of the name Shafter is "Bowman", we who move round in hoops/circles as holy spiritual beings of light, through the buffalo fields.
We are linked together, woven like a blanket and these spacial buffalo fields gather inside of Grandmother as doorways into our hearts, the inner illumination of the children of light. The color gray and those who wear gray color as their inner most of four rainbow colors, holds the greatest honor as GRANDMOTHER. In native american tribal customs, there are loyal ceremony services for the age of becoming Grandmother. With only an understanding of the spiritual knowledge, this continues to be a great honoring. Today we understand that Gray children or Grandmothers can be, a female or a male physical sole, while the rainbow color they wear, bring into fruition and expression of what a TRUE GRANDMOTHER IS. Everything seen in the painted world on the red road is connected by gray. This means to be seen in this world, we carry gray color in our buffalo robe in the same place, the fourth position of four rainbow colors and directions. Gray true color is red-green, the lighted and shadowed fields embraced by Grandmother's love, the to and fro of the cosmic glow, where the lights of men shine brightly as the Rainbow Clan. Gray allows us to connect our dreams together and sea or envision through each other's eyes. Learning to be respectful in sharing, is the sine/sign of true brotherhood. Validation is the key that opens any door, to the hear that reveals a story that reels us all together.
Let us join hand in hand across the lands and seas, to bring home all the hearts of thine enemies, for thine is the glory of God, the ONENESS of all the clods, the walking talking sweet, the sacred glorious cheek, where tears bow down to touch the ground, to bring in swelling springs, loving hearts that ring (the crying out "brotherhood is coming", children of light are running, the buffalo suns (each relative leaf on the tree of life) are sunning, the ark of the sole does covet/desires/cupid the soul to run with the gold, the field of dreams").
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the Holy Spirit Inside You brings, the Ghost Dancer that shines from the inside. The children who will make us proud. And the grazing fields of all the suns, the buffalo on the run. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the sacred living rungs, the steps to the evolutionary claws, that cling deep and never let go (roots on the tree of life). For love is the greatest gift, to share and make it sweet. Heaven on earth does shine, to another that helps us bind.
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2013
Prayer Date: 11012013 Children of the World Join in Rings and Sing AND Buffalo Run Around Rings With Wings
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Buffalo Gals
Written by Cool White, it was originally published as “Lubly Fan” in 1844. A favorite of minstrel audiences, its words were easily changed to reflect the location of each performance (e.g. Buffalo Gals, Charleston Gals, Mobile Gals, etc.). The song was popular through the war.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
As I was walking down the street,
Down the street, down the street,
A pretty little gal I chanced to meet,
Oh, she was fair to see.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
I stopped her and we had a talk,
Had a talk, had a talk,
Her feet took up the whole sidewalk
And left no room for me.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
I asked her if she’d have a dance,
Have a dance, have a dance,
I thought that I might have a chance
To shake a foot with her.
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| Running Buffalo towards each other on Pillow set |
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’,
And her heel kept a-knockin’, and her toes kept a-rockin’
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’
And we danced by the light of the moon.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight,
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo Gals, won’t you come out tonight
And dance by the light of the moon.
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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us
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of a beaming field by Grandmother Upon the Hill, a gray 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).
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Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
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!
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)
(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.
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
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
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
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Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!
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