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Monday, December 16, 2013

12162013 Hope the Dreaming Scope: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Where there is hope, there is a place to scope. All of my heart belongs to the place of alarms. Listening to the winds blow against my window pane. All of my dreams are carried inside these veins. River of blood full of stains (stained glass window). Shattered and broken is my wheel. I have so much for me to feel upon the rolling hills. Take hold of magical dreams that fulfill. There is a chance you could make it all real. If you hold the chance of love, per mighty hand of God. Gift all you dew each day, to find the treasures along the way.

And where you dream it's a Rainbow view. All of the family carries all the hues. And withstanding upon the reprimanding, there stands a cycle of the true. And when we roll on over the hands of God is coming through. We are chosen to the history of your love. We are chosen to the cycle of the doves. Walk with me, peaceful siege. We will take a hold and lead. It will be a dream of doves, full of light from the rainbow clouds.

Love is the mighty scoping view of my heart. I will walk and talk with treasures I form an arc. I will bow to the bowing the scraping, the sowing, the making of all that is sacred green. Spiritual we need you. Everything in this view. Spiritual we need you, to grow a hand of the fuge/musical. Let us sing our songs today. Let us feel the rolling waves. Let us live in harmony, the setting breeze, the comfort and magical seek/siege. We are the driving force, to bring love to the horse (blinders on). And direction is the passion to learn about the sacred mashing. We are together like the fields. We are the revolving wheel. We are treasures we feel. Take a hand and walk man. We will overcome, to joy in SUNs, to feel hope dreams a love. We are destined to be sealed (unwrapped and revealed), the mark of the healed/heeled. We are destine to become the rolling sacred suns. We lean on loving waves and forgive everything they say. It's harmony when we feel the breeze, it's loving company. Hands of God feel me. I will serve yee. I will turn thee . . . the key!

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred Suns.
Relatives, wanted to share this wonderful image shared by https://www.facebook.com/ani.alaverdyan.562 with an encircling by the Rainbow. White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Despite its strong Christian associations, the phoenix also appears briefly in Jewish tradition. The Talmud tells how the phoenix (Hol) was the only animal allowed to stay in the Garden of Eden, because it refused to eat the forbidden apple. God granted the bird immortality for its obedience. The fabled bird is said to live 500 years or more, and when the old bird is tired, it flies from Arabia to land in Heliopolis, Egypt, the “City of the Sun.” There, it gathers cinnamon twigs and resin to build a nest of spices atop the Temple of the Sun. The sun ignites the nest and the old phoenix dies in flames. A new, young phoenix emerges from the ashes and wings back to Arabia to live another life cycle. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1391728787734962&set=gm.572210872828633&type=1&theater
 

You are more than your thoughts, your body, or your feelings. You are a swirling vortex of limitless potential who is here to shake things up and create something that the universe has never seen. If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself, if you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.



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
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!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Seal the Deal, Heaven is Real, Be a Relative in Good Standing

There once was a frog (crowned kiss), who had a large hog (plenty to go around), inside their throats did not speak. He took it upon him self, to gift the living worth, the Shawn of the Dawn comes a...long. Come my little child, hold your head up high, to bring the fruition of every clown (healing smiles). And when we are about, the screaming and the shout, let us reckon all the great big halls, with musical sounds that fill a ball (great dancing event).

And now it's time to see, how wonderful it could be. We could be dancing and singing once again free. But now it's time to view, the sacredness of the tools. The places we were meant to bee (dreaming impossible dreams), together in one great big dream (rainbow clan and it's hoops).

Have you no shoulder? Have you no pain? Don't you see indifference, moving around? I think the wisdom of heaven's relief, is learning to chime with us, now it's just a bunch of grief. There is a sign now, just what to seek. There is a time now, for all to be meek. There is a time now, heaven will wane. We will bow down (with the same, all will be children again), with the rainbow's rain (reigning over the land, the Rainbow Clan in the sands).

Time not to give up. Time not to be chained. It's time to travel, to distant far lands (through the hearts of each other). And when we are suffering, just hold your head high, to find the (relative's) eyes, who will understand you and hold you awhile. Come child look at me for a time and you will sea, the soul inside of me, wanting you to be free. I have to love you, for all of these days. I need someone to teach me, to hold all the land (fields of rolling grains, Grandmother embrace all the stains, bringing it back to the wheel of spokes).


White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal child, Sings a Sacred Song Blessing for the Heart of Shakedown Shawna and requested by Zev MoonDawg Atomz, the green child.

Dear White Buffalo Calf woman i bow to you, I... Zev MoonDawg Atomz
Dear White Buffalo Calf woman I bow to you,
I need your help ::: blessing or prayer for a loved one.....
a member of our group... shakedown shawna ::
dark forces are trying to harm her ....
please say a prayer!
Love,
Your humble servant MoonDawg
On Tue, Oct 30, 2012



Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon. 
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child. 
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal) 
 

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, November 15, 2010

Relatives Give Me Hope, Where Pain and Misery Roam!


Hi Beloved Relatives

I need some support
to break a cord

that I carry for so long
to take on the place where I belong

My body is in pain, I feel
My musles are like steel

I feel so small
and am afraid to fall

how can I be
the person that is me

if my eyes deceive
and my heart cannot find relief

I need a light to guide
through a dark forest o so wide

Let me find it inside of me
to set me free
from pain and misery

Blessings be
Elder green person, Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy
Nov 14, 2010 (above), Southern Season Song of Heaven sings!

Lion of Promise,  Rainbow flows out of Star of David with cross! 
Hi Beloved Song of Heaven,

We did sing, to bring in sewn, tears into my pillow, to bind the cord, you do know, the crown that groans.

The pain you feel, is oh so real,
the people shout and can't get out.

Citramins (calcium, rocks, blessings) deer, uptake is vitally clear (bring towards, embrace).
For the rock road, we all go, needs a pump to bloom and grow.

Small is might, that crush all in sight.
Fall like a star, fire rockets glare, 
do find us we swear, up up and away,
I fall down for another day.

Dreams unfold, mighty is within a rainbow,
one must sea, before one believes.  
Trust your heart, feel you are part.

Deceive, relieve, that's what the wind blows,
regardless of hope, we embrace the window (what we see, sea).

A light to conceive?  How about a heart to believe!
Gardens grow in the dark, where the seeds, need no light, 
but trust they are on the right path, seeking heavenly roots that last.

Forests are for everyone, the wicked, the heart that is sewn,
But none fear, when armed with God, those who know, how to impart,
the sword that severs ignorance and the knowledge to bring love,
these are the unseen world, of heaven, we are from.

Wide is forever, the universe without time, 
Let us ride them eternal, like the blowing of the wind.
Trust your heart, don't divide, what is right and what is wrong,
instead embrace both worlds, like we are the eye of a storm.

Let peace know, it has battles, but always returns home to the throne,
law of love win(d)s all the time, because it's how we are formed.
Crystal rules, reigns and pools, the stone river, we all belong.

Think and ponder, but when you are yonder, remember to return on home!
Bless your neighbors, bless your spouse, bless the children, even the mouse. 
Bless the earth, the sky and the sun, because we are happy to be on the run, 
over rolling hills and back to where we began, 
let the darkness overcome me to groan. 
For pools of tears deliver a new day, always gifting our tears away. 

Tomorrow rises and now a new song, 
it's about time to bless all and demand, then do the same. 
We are binded to each other, relative space.

And only those who demand law, "bless your perfect face/race".  
Be a stable right of passage my deer (demand the blessing, greeting, inbetween and going), 
because you are a Rainbow Warrior, to tell all, "I am here".

Your devoted servant sings to you this day, to say White Buffalo Calf Woman longs for new days. We suffer because we love all the children in God's humble path. We generate tears of love for those who seek and last

"I stand my ground, upon the law of love, that binds heaven with earth, while we run, over rolling hills (waves of rainbow colors) and into the sun (dreams come true). Aho (spirit flies) and on the run (sacred journey of life)."

Nov 15, 2010, White Buffalo Calf Woman Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, rainbow warriors of propehcy, alightfromwithin.org sings back!(above)

"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)!" Hoop 2 Warriors of the Rainbow.

Chat (part of) between Song of Heaven and White Buffalo Calf Woman

Southern Season Song of Heaven: there is a part of me that is strong and just goes with the flow, it is on the background and in front there is a part that screams and just makes troubles, sees me as small and has big effect on my body. So I embrace and try to get through this to get to the strong part of me. Wow thank you I can feel it. I hear the call of the Eagle a lot, also now.

White Buffalo Calf Woman: Interesting a wave. That is true love, the fire rages forth on the red road. screams and just makes troubles, that's a warrior in the light. strong and just goes with the flow, it is on the background, that's the river in the dark.

Southern Season Song of Heaven:  yes it fights again everything what is going on in my life and has big effect on my body, it gets tired and is in pain

White Buffalo Calf Woman: (story begins) one of our people brought a song, where the blue road of heaven, fell down. And then stood up. As this happened, a valley appeared. There in the valley was an ember of light, a red road faintly appeared. I looked upon it and it grew. And aho, my spirit knew which way to go, the red road showed me the way. As I was soaring down the river's path. The plants grew green, vines appeared. And grew into the sky. and with the green grass the stalks grew little ears, who could listen to my song. and it turned golden, a sun appeared before my eyes, a garden of paradise did show. the mist fell upon me, a haze. And as I did look again, the eagle did soar before my eyes. to bind the sky with the earth, to bring paradise down from the mountain sides. Here lies the red road embers, the beginning road, in the blue of heaven. We rise to greet the sun, after we bow to the blue road. the western shore is born, light is gifted to the world and the journey begins anew. (the end of this story of you).

Southern Season Song of Heaven:  I am always with those two, I thought it had to do with me being gemini, so I need to let them blend into each other instead of seeing them separated

White Buffalo Calf Woman: I think it's more like a wave. the snake does flow like this, between two realms, back and forth. the path of the snake is to bind two worlds together, weave in and out between.

Southern Season Song of Heaven:  okay... I need to embrace both

White Buffalo Calf Woman: Yes.

Southern Season Song of Heaven:  and that one part, the fighter is happy nowI see it jumping up and down.

White Buffalo Calf Woman: laughing. Sounds like the dance is needed in you.
This is why it's the song and dance. Joy is known. both worlds. song is voice of god, the blue road. dance is the embrace of god, the red road. The yellow path is to know both, the snake's path of love.

Southern Season Song of Heaven:  that is why my physical world is on hold and my spiritual world is flowing, I choose one above the other, no wonder it makes trouble.
Song Title: Southern Season (Song of Heaven) Blows the Wind

Give me a home in paradise.
Tell me a song to think of twice 
(one with my mind once with my heart).
I give my soul to all the songs.
And now (extremely lowest note, slows way down) I am on the RED ROAD. 
(slowest, continues to the end of the red road which is never, but the sound continues away.)
I am on the RED ROAD. 

(returns back to singing)
Thinking sharing so help me God.
I want to be sacred with all my parts.
There is a heaven inside my soul.
I am dreaming to fulfill.

Gift paradise, with relatives in time.
Give me a heart to show and to shine.
I will be bowing, to the sacred divine 
(the vine, intertwined, the law of love, the snake divines the chime, freedom rings, it's a sign).
God fill me up, this holy time.

Let me shine, let me shine. I want to be a great divine.
Let our souls be blinding tonight to shine like a star
Twinkle in the night.
Twinkle dancing.
Holding Prancing.
Giving song to you, my heart is royal blue (true to relatives, the heart of me and you).
I want to share my heart with you ♫♪♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star for the Heart of Southern Season, our Song of Heaven.

Cosmic Star of David
El Adon

Creation reflects the rule of God,
who is praised by the breath of all life.
God's greatness and goodness fill the universe;
knowledge and wisdom encircle God's presence.
Exalted is God by creatures celestial;
enhanced and adorned by the mysteries of heaven.
God's throne is guarded by truth and purity;
God is surrounded by mercy and love.
Good are the lights our God has created,
fashioning them with insight and wisdom.
Endowed by God with power and vigor,
They maintain dominion amidst the world.
Abounding in splendor, emanating brilliance,
their radiant light adorms the universe.
Rejoicing in rising, gladly setting,
they rush to obey their Creator's will.
God is acclaimed by beauty and glory,
God's sovereignty sung by celebration and praise.
God summoned the sun, whose light shone forth,
then gave to the moon its cyclical glow.
The stars and planets, all bodies of the heavens
acclaim God with praise;
celestial creatues give glory and greatness . . .

The Rabbinical Assembly The United Synagogue of Conservative Judaism
Thank you http://www.starlarvae.org/SL_EL_Adon.html
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
 
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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