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Showing posts with label Flowing Rivers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flowing Rivers. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

11192013 River of Our Heartbeat : Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Wind did blow, love did grow, yet inside the cup did not flow. Where was I? I did not wide (wise/embrace/receive). All the questions led me to the inside. And when I got there, I wanted to know, which way was the snow (all the crystalline stones, snowflakes, orbs of light)? I had to think, was I at a sink, running down the tubes again. Where will I be when I arrive, inside of me? 

Sow I bellowed out and made my shout. The hills did hear my call. Then all of a sudden the rocks did move, the Earth thundered and roars. Rumbling there inside of me, my feet could not move. Which way was it flowing from? Which way should I choose? 

I lent (risen sun/leaned) on love, listened to the doves, the peaceful souls within. And inside where the thunder rolled, peace was all that was sown. We stood nearby to look at wide, the many trembling fields. They need our hands to help heal and understand that LOVE will peel them light (reveal).

For all we said and thanked our blood, the river of our heartbeat. Times are changing to make us sane, when we choose LOVE for real. Let all be true, it's me and you, that we can find our waves. Just find a shoe and walk straight is the rule, yet curve towards the inside, where there lives a brilliant light.

Yes, the wind did blow and love did grow and finally my cup did overflow. And with this river, I share my love to all the windows (visions) and the groves. Mother Earth I gift my heart.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for all the Rings, the Hoops and Circles of LOVE. And when we stand, let us all band together, it's a better weather/whether, the choice to call us a CLAN, the making of the HUMAN MAN.

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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
 New moon December 2, 2013 05:22:19 PM
 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!

Monday, September 16, 2013

Prayer Date: 09162013 Flowing Rivers Find Me Free, White Buffalo Hears the Kneads (Waves)

Hold me close to the river that is free. Hold me close to everything in the breeze. Hold me close to the spiritual in me. Hold me close for everyone to see. It's a belief. It's a relief. Share ... all my heart sow rare. Butterflies get in your eyes. Hold me, close to the heart inside of thee, where your song rescues me. I want to shine free. There inside the flowing river, find me free. I will keep you company. 

There is a White Buffalo in the sky, all those colors four directions we ask wise. Can we find the miracle of all the prophecy? I wish for heaven to come down with me. There we be, on the clouds that sing. There we be, over rolling hills in the beams. There we shine where the snow falls softly. You are the magic of this breeze. 

Listen to your heart today, I have something to share a wave. Time is gifting me some hope and I will look into my scope. Dreams and visions shine in me. I want to share the world this beautiful breeze. We are children looking out for the world. Time is coming to share it's aware. it's we care. It's about time for us to shine. Let us ring out freedom. I will stand in the sky, where the white buffalo commands deers, the whishing of all the wells. Deep inside, where the moon light shines. Deep inside, we are bringing heaven this time. Deep inside, where we whisper I know, all the children of the sacred Rainbow. 

Look at thee, where the river of the pipe is set free. All those rings and hoops and things make us happy to sing. We are children of this world, paradise gift us the fill, where moonlight dances and we show our prancing. Listen to the butterfly where we sing our lullabye. There my heart knows which way to go, just in time to rain on this show. All those lights gift me Love, I can feel it inside it glows. We are children of the four rainbows, one inside and one outside to show. We are suns of men and daughters. We are suns and men and wives. We are children of the Rainbow and we ask for an after life. Children find a way to rescue, all the waves of the mortal sins. Just believe in all your dreaming and ask for heaven to beam on in. 

Flowing rivers find in me, freedom set upon a string. All those pearls and diamonds glow, just in time to shine upon the snow. And all those beaming lights that shine, just in time for miracles to bind. We are looking for this wave, to set heaven upon this paved. Road of miracles shine in me. I want to share upon this sacred breeze. Let the pipe show me the way, all around the world to pray. I wish for Rainbows to come after me, to where we slide down to relativity. 

All my Relatives, I share with you, the after math of the wonder and true. We are woken to this dream, where brotherhood will find our beams. We can overcome treachery, if we long to feel the breeze. And our houses we know when it's time to bow down and lift our sins. We bless this world today. Everywhere White Buffalo Calf (children of the rainbow) displays. It's the woman who sets our plate, the forgiving of hope before it's too late (wanting more, rather than to adore, love can become a chore). Say to goodness count on me. I will serve in battle please. It's time to gift the spacial fields, love will reel them on their heels. Come and shout with me. Flowing rivers set me free. Shine in the moonlight, where we share our hearts tonight. We are kingdom come, just to set the sun. Magic is our word, where dreams are part of our holy herd/heard.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the heart of what we need. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sets the stage, when we share our Grandfather's page (Razi Marcel Zahr Weisser Büffel: Buffalo robe in four sacred directions is white, silver, green, gray). It's a Sacred Song Blessing to feel the heart of those who are weak and fulfilled. We are shattered by their pain/pane, just to let the world know fame. Flowing rivers share..............

 
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) 
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World

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!

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