12252013 Hallow It Be Thy Name: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Hallow it be thy name (a great name written on your book of life within you), glory to unto all without shame (through all your trials and tribulations). Holy is the walk we share (forgiveness), all the gifts to become aware. Love is the answer and we care. Come all yee faithful, SUNS of this mighty ONE/ness. We are the children of the sacred living rungs (stepping stones of lessons and treasures). Every step we take today, leaning on love, means we are the answer to all the sacred doves (the hands of peace). We are flying across the skies to tell our relatives wide, that it's a holy ghost within them, that they need to learn to coast. Where is the place they seek, but inside of their hearts. We are the divine that shines, the hallow place of thine. Gift me a rainbow, seeking out love. I know you are my treasure, speaking of doves. Peaceful you venture into my heart. I know you are the merry making parts. You are a peaceful garden of paradise waiting for me. I am sitting in a manger (hay/hey, brotherhood, wheat/bread/coin) along with relatives of the sea (envisioning gallantly). And all our dreams together, I am looking forwards to our liberty. Heaven on earth take your hands and help me to become free, with all my relativity.

There is a holy day together, that shares the words of God. The voice inside this manger, the place we hold our clouds (orbs/suns/crystalline stones of light). And inside of this rhythm my heart sings out praise. The Lord of my comfort is the ONE who chooses my rays. I am willing to serve you, my Brother my Friend (the sole without, earthly lessons of strife). I am willing to help you out in the end. I willing to help this world, to find such true meaning of life, when we are together and love is this holy wife (the soul within, heavenly forgiving our sins). Seek comfort in the magic where the heart is the soul. And heaven is the venture out where you seek the gold (your great dream). And all the women are laughing, tears of comfort and joy, bring us closer to the heartbeat, we are singing, such great noise.

A tree of many colors, sits in the corner to share. And presents for the faithful, who want to truly care. Yet in our hearts we seek out, not understanding all our shame (much forgiveness is needed). We put it away to tell the world, that has to be a k/new way. How can we find this rainbow, when love does not understand, the meaning of this Christmas, when man must choose man (love each other)? And we must become Brothers (on the red road of light and intelligence news)? We must embrace our Sisters too (on the blue road of sound and heart knews)?  Who need a house to lean on, the warriors who are blue/blew (heavenly true, royal two/twins/soul-sole)! Sing joy, sing faithful, sing righteous in the winds. And all the Children of Heaven (eternal soul family together on the rainbow trail) will bow down and sing. And we will be together. We will share our hearts. When the sun does rise each day and when the sun does set. We will be together. We will share our songs in the winds. We will gift praise, for every single thing. And when the trees are lit up, with clouds that embrace each day, let suns of gentlemen, show the righteous waves. We are relatives all the way.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you today, to tell you how much you are the sunshine of heaven on her daze (the blue road is represented by female, heart, sound, darkness, echo and mores/virtues of the heart). And when we sing together, I hear your souls flying by/e to tell me you are grateful in your sacred eyes. Heaven has a hold of you, the heart beat that is sung. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sets the running suns (I can hear the guns go bang for the race and we are off). And with this dance of heaven, lands smack upon this world, to gift the hands of virtue, the beat of the loving hood. We are together. We are together. We are together to set our hearts alive. And with each holiday, let us learn to praise, to gift each day, such loving rays, to sing upon the seasons we dew/do chime, when we sing all in line/aligned.

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Join us at 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

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Pray With Elders around the World

Sacred Song Blessings

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Crystal (flesh) Indigo (soul) Children (dream) 

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

Join us on the Hoops and Learn about Evolution

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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!