12122013 Beaming Lights Upon the Trail: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Beaming lights upon the trail. Let me hit that nail (vision: railway tracks, held together with spikes. Like the stacks on a train engine, held together with a coupling is the same way Grandmother, gray child, the gray color pulls/pushes constantly). Always tapping for the gold (dig deep for tales of wisdom). Hold me close to thine rays (all in a row). Come sit with awhile. Let me shine with a holy smile. Let me shine awhile. To gift a hand a long long mile. Everyday upon the snow, we make our heart ever glow. And with this, my sacred kiss, touch my hand and understand, Love is the empty road, willing to receive all the gold (dreams coming true).


There inside of all we share, the shining light and it's wondrous glare. Shining beauty everywhere, when we stop to listen and care. Show true and blue with you. Hold my hand and we will too. Cherish longing for this kiss, always beauty in the mist. Heal the sole upon my feet, where I walk I want to feel complete. We are children everywhere, longing to know we care.


Sing with magic in the beat. Tell others how wonderful and complete. Show the making of this glorious sound. Holding you and making love to this view. It's time for us to receive all these clues. Settle down and share your heart. Sit right down and know your part. Tell your story best bee true, from the heart inside of you. We will listen to the end, all to help make amend. We will listen to the arc, heavenly children lie down and start. Dream with me. Dream with me to share the seas (envisioning). Dream with me forever we feel the breeze.

Tender is the heart we see, holy is thine enemy. Let me embrace all their pain. Maybe I can gain a relative that was temporarily insane. And if we just let our hair down, let it flow right to the ground. We will see it's a mighty stance, the place we want our love to dance. Everywhere it's sinner's view. How will we cope to make it all come true? And if we could bless constantly, then shore (to) shore to leaf, all our relatives would be constantly, free to become, the laughter in the sun. Free to become, waking sorrow everyone. Free to become, the place inside of which we run. Children of the seas. Why don't you walk with me (many children of the rainbow feel this way, lonely)?  I know you are everywhere. We are learning to compare, all the treasures inside of you. All the greatness inside these clues. I can't wait to hear another story true. I can't wait till you come home to the blue (relativity true, the heart of the song with a view). 


Heaven take hold of this domain. Let us carry no more shame. Let us hold each other's hands, understand, love will command. And if we shine another true, love will come home to me and you. We are forever in this dream, when we shine our hearts constantly. Dance this river of hope inside of you. Show others how to bless this sacred view. And with showers of cleansing in the air, love will pool in springs of glory everywhere. Hoop and holler that is my name. I will dance and sing and cleanse this pain/pane. I will share this glory too, it's time to bring home all the good k/news.

Tell me which way did you go. Which way will you ultimately flow? And where your heart shines the true, love will be blue and red road come true. We will find comfort in this land. We will find love to understand. We will share journeys too, because we have a hold on you. Tightly tethered to this view. Tightly woven to loving you. Tightly shared my embrace come true. After all it's about the battle to fight for loving you. It's a grand view. It's a loving true. It's the time I can shine inside of you when we bind. Love is kind. Love is there to shine. Let us learn to make is part of thine............ (all of us together).


White Buffalo Calf Woman sings today, to bring in love forever in the flowing waves. Send sunshine and grip/e the heart of you and me, for heaven has a hold on the seas. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for the heart of all the children running wild. Soon it's time to share the view, when laughter is the sacred tool. Come share this heart of the true, where elders will walk and talk with you. When holy is thine name and glory is the part of the hoops of fame. We bow down with you my love. We bow down with you my love. We bow down with you everyone, all our relatives, the running buffalo the sacred suns. Let us pray in the winds as ONE (oneness).

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Hoop 6 (Stepping Stone) - Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, brotherhood)! "I Bless Myself" and "I Bless the World"

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, a divine light from within.

Image of a beaming field by Grandmother Upon the Hill, a gray 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

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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!