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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Prayer Date: 11022013 We Are Champions of the World

Wake up and find the heart inside that alarms widely to see the fields running free. Don't you want to know the waking the show that you are part of this great dreaming. We are standing in a field together making it wield. We are forging ahead making our bread to make it better. It's the SACRED WHETHER.

Time is coming inside where we must stand up and prescribe. Care about everyone underneath the sacred sun. That would be you and me. Dreaming of champions in the cause ......... ways. There is much to act upon and share the waking the song. Listen children to the ONE, the great circle of everyone. We are children part of this Song. We are champions with a cause. Love and Brotherhood to everyone. Teachers learning from the SUNS. Listen with your heart and find your way............. (rolling wave). Listen with your heart and find the saved. 

Listen, listen, champions running in the fields. Everywhere you look they wield, all the sacred circle of the wheel. Champions of the World are coming home, just learning how to phone. Learning how to pick their bones. Warriors of the spirit come and take your place. I know it's your FACE. I know it's your PLACE. Everyone has a place upon the wheel. It's God's heels. It's where we walk and talk the wheels. All the  stories tell us true of all that's been done. Now it's the SACRED SUNS. We are Champions of the WORLD.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for all the SACRED SINGS, the WINDS and the BREEZE. WE are sharing all that "CAUSE  -  WAYS/waves". Brothers Sisters everyone. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star our Father Red Hand knows the call. Drumming for the beat of the world, the Buffalo Drumming is heard. Let our cause be true and just, bring the sacred must/musk/dew. Let our hearts be true and clear, with LOVE that is NEAR, blessing those in FEAR. Bowing with my Relatives true, the HOOPS and MUSE, those funny too. Laughing Singing on the Ghost Dance DAZE, hear today, we shed our rays.

What is a FIELD?
1. A field of spacial relativity is four directions or four sides, often a square. Within this square lies another smaller square, and as it flows inwards through the actions of holy love, a flowing occurs down the spiraling path, an inner sun appears. This is a circle, ring or hoop.
2. A field is represented by Rainbow Mother (square) and Crystal Sun (circle, folds through love).
3. The buffalo represents all beings in four directions. The buffalo robe is four directions in rainbow colors. All things wear a buffalo robe of colors or vibrating frequencies (magnetic).
4. Becoming wakan or holy walking helps one know the buffalo robe, the sacred prayer cloth of many colors. Or know thyself as a Sacred Being.
5. Fields represent a Sacred Being, thus each of us is a field or spacial relativity.
6. We say, "All my Relatives" because we are all relative to each other, relatively close to your field.

7. To cleanse a field say, "I bless the sacred nine streams and four holy directions" with fire, water or smoke. Nine streams of color 1-9 is the rainbow trail in which all life moves in hoops or rings. Nine streams flow through the hoop. Four directions hold or embrace the flowing or is the hoop. This blessing cleanses a field. However fields change momentarily and it's up to you to bless constantly and stay vigilant throughout the day, the dreamspace, fields in which Grandmother wields. Grandmother is the containment of many fields, doorways into the eyes of each child. She is the Grandmother who weaves us all together in the blanket of life. Each spacial field holds four directions, inside and outside. We are beaming lights of the Rainbow Clan.


All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

New moon November 3, 2013 05:49:32 AM
 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 by Rainbow Mother Yaniv

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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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!

Friday, October 25, 2013

Prayer Date: 10242013 The Shadow that Needs the Inner Light, Treasure Chest of Stones

Image: Rainbow Mother of the Rainbow Clan. All of Man and ... held in her arms!

There is a shadow upon my life. I can't see the matter even when looking twice (inner mirror of life is not cleansed). I wonder what I have to dew/do/breath, to bring us home the sacred view (say, "I bless the sacred nine streams and four holy directions" with fire and water to cleanse the immediate field/s). There is a hope inside of me. I wander about the seas (my soul flies gallantly across the fields, relatives on the wheel). And the visions bring me home to you, just in time to view.

Listen to the people everywhere. There is a shadow of what we care (the heavenly soul within, the holy ghost longing to begin). Yet we don't look inside of the heart of those who walk on by. Instead we put our blinders on, to find our alibis (excuses and defensive behavior). It's not true blue. It's not heavenly true. It's not true blue. It's not heavenly you. Come inside of me and dance. There is a place we understand. Come and share my heart today, to bring in harmonious praise.

There is a shadow following you. It's the darkness inside of you. The soul is raging to find a view. To look into the heavenly truth. We are the flesh of mighty men. WE are the children longing to forgive our sins (hidden time to be revealed). Yet in our hearts we don't understand, how to bring back merry men. Listen to the all the winds will blow. Listen to the solemn snore (dreaming state). It's dreaming together. It's time for our changing weather. It's evolution singing her praise. It's evolution rolling hills of this daze.

And in the shadows where it's dark. The book of life has many sharks. They patrol the heavy waters (places of sin, yet to be purified, murky darkness). And take a place (like this) to make it clues (pieces of the great mystery, collective dreaming). Its' all together in rings and hoops. It's all together it's the way of the adamant poos/e (papoos; baby that needs to be cleansed, carry the baby in your arms, it's the work of helping each other in our messes and through the purification processes to become spiritually as well as physically fit). There is shining light that leads us forth (look at the rainbow, treasures are there, bow down and care). To look inside our heart true north (bright light, inside my soul can stand for all of man). Where the sky has beaming lights that shed, all the colors of the sacred red (road).
 

Inside the darkness, my light is grown. I can see it's full of stones. And my chest is full of all I need. All the treasures heaven seeded upon me. And with the shadows clear. I can walk without any fear. With the shadows dear, I can claim any lawn. We are beholden to the song, all our relatives who keep us moving along. All the spiritual whims of our lives. Now it's time for us to think twice. Listen with your heart then your head. Then we will figure out what has been lead (grandmother gray, dreamspace).

Shadow burst with light within, to cleanse all of this sacred sin. Love lies in the winds.


White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred Suns

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On Fri, Oct 25, 2013 at 1:18 PM, Daneen Penecale seasonsthatsing@gmail.com wrote:


WHITE BUFFALO CALF WOMAN..I am hear.....
WBCW!! I care..I Care....truly CARE!!.

All my relations....I am here... far and near.....going around and around...calling ....dancing......during this last full moon I went out around 1 am to do blessings....around flying and yelling out was a killdeer...completely circled the house a huge hoop...been trying to see what was being spoken to me that night...it was You/Ewe !!! Thank You For All You/ Ewe DO/DEW!!!

FLYING ROUND AND ROUND THE SACRED NINE STREAMS AND FOUR HOLY DIRECTIONS

AUNT DANEEN
SEASONS THAT SING, silver child
seasonsthatsing.blogspot.com 

On Fri, Oct 25, 2013 at 2:55 PM, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com wrote:

Beloved Auntie Daneen Seasons That Sing and all my Relatives on the Hoops,
Thank you for your kind heart. I bow to all my relations of the rainbow clan.
I thought it was wonderful when I saw the seeds inside this orb the day you send this image, last month. Then today's song came and I just had to blow it up to show the treasure chest, with all the stones. The orb with many small seeds of light. And then there was the tomato slice behind the treasure chest with all those seeds embraced together in ONENESS ORB of FLOWERING. I will never look at a tomato the same way, such a revelation of seeds that share). Often I think the color diamond should be known for the silver child like you, however it's more like a cut diamond, sparkling (precious stone). Where a crystal child like me, is a uncut or rough diamond or carbon still able to separate light and industrial uses.

Arc of the Covenant turns into the ARK of the Covenant

The treasure chest is our chest inside of us, each of us carry. Where rolling hills spill (breast milk/milky way, starry diamonds from the sky, crystalline beings of light). There we CARRY all our Relatives with our "BREATH", which the chest allows us to consume and gift. Each being is a stone (crystalline being). Each stone is a precious stone with different colors (relative of the rainbow clan, carried in our holy buffalo robe or four directions in rainbow colors). Each of us is a chest of many stones, because we all carry many spiritual beings inside of us and near us, on the heavenly blue road. Here the knowledge lives "we are all connected, yet divided into spectrums of beams", light (red earthly rings) or sound (blue heavenly rings). Each particle of cosmic dust is a treasure and lives inside of us, traveling through us. Just like the arc of the covenant (Rainbow) describes the rings or hues of the many splendid colors, the treasure chest is where the colors land upon and stand, hold and bend, magicians/violet send/change dynamics/shifting (through faithful spiritual cleansing). When we become the treasure chest and giving all away, we find that we fly up and when we have learned to give away, we fall back down to feel the winds. Arriving back to the treasure chest means we have moved full circle, completed the hoop and begun a k/new journey, another vision questor. Each breath of life carries the jewels of the universe (dust, stones, crystalline beings of light). Our beloved treasure chest within allows us to become the ARK of the Covenant, the promise of the rainbow that falls down after a great rain, treasures appear for everyone to share. This lies the prophecy of BROTHERHOOD.

In your wonderful image Auntie, there where the lawn (green grass, new beginnings) meets the light (rainbow streams), a blue rose appears. I have added the words "Blue Rose" to this image. I think the ultimate acknowledgement of the "True Blue Relative" like you my beloved Seasons That Sing.
your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
eldest sun-crystal child, iyeshka/interpreter, akicita/law bringer
Niece to my Auntie and elder and younger Sun to my Rainbow Clan relatives.
Lakota (Sioux) Daughter. House of David Sun. Elder.
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On Fri, Oct 25, 2013 at 3:04 PM, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother <whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com> wrote:

Auntie (silver child, dakota/wind daughter), Relatives,
Let me cry out on my hoops and let it all out, the inside shines to help everyone bind. The bands of time, across shore (relative leans) to door (opens).
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
A killdeer, thus one who must purify on their great journey.
His path, a complete hoop around (as per your sharing).
Kill is purification/destruction cleansings.
Deer is great journey of the soul.

Aho and over the rainbow we flow, around the hoops we sow.

your devoted Niece (crystal child, lakota/stand daughter)
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, 
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

kill·deer  (kldîr)
n. pl. killdeer or kill·deers
A New World plover (Charadrius vociferus) that has a distinctive noisy cry and two black bands across its breast.


All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
 New moon November 3, 2013 05:49:32 AM
 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)
  
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, 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!

Friday, October 4, 2013

Prayer Date: 10042013 Let My Hair Down Holy Ghost Walking

Let my hair down to feel the clown. Inside where tears fall down. Let my hair down, to feel the crowd. Inside I want to fall down. When will they hear all the cheers, heaven is calling us home today. Let my hair down, streams of sound. Can I ride the light to the clouds! 

I can feel the world inside of me. I can feel the surmise inside of me. I can feel the crimes inside of me. Help me Great Spirit inside of me, "Let my hair down to feel like a clown". Let my hair down, to share all around. Inside where my soul resides. I want to light it out this way. I want to share the sparks within, with all my family in the wind.

Let my hair down, feel like a clown. Inside I want to fall down. Where my soul wants it to be gold, let my heart fall down. I am gleaming to outer space, because my  light is brighter than this place. Let my hair down, all in a frown, then let me tip it upside down. Let my hair down swing it around. Let my hair down streaming in the clouds. Let my hair down to feel all the waking ones. Great Spirits inside of me. 

I want to feel the world today, where we feel and walk this day. I want to share my soul with you, on about the sacred true. Let my hair down all in a song. Let my hair down, twinging all around. Let my hair down, singing it out. Let my hair down, my feet want to shout. I can dance around, feeling the making of the sound, music in my head led me here. Now I feel the wake, the place I set my plate. I let my hair down, sitting around. It's time for tears to swing free.


Where are we at, if we don't scat (move quickly around, illuminate/fire, move back to move forwards such as in dance or in singing to cleanse the soul, also the purification of waste, to cleanse the flesh). Where are we at if we don't prance. It's time to feel the waking of the wheel, all my relatives are coming home. Home, home, home in my heart. Home, home, set me free. Inside of my heart, the tears want a place to spark, to light a field to light my way home. Freedom, I want to ring, I want to set the singing king. I lift my soul today, to want to share my soul, a wave. There I let my hair down, all the streams of light abound. Cleansing cleaning all this seeding (second phase of evolution the orange rolling hill in time, the planted dreams), now it's time to come home (yellow rolling hill in time, where the dream is), growing like the clouds are born.


Today, the new moon rose up to show it's swoon. It said, "cradle me and witness, to love's kissing blooms. now it's time to save us, set love out in the loom. we are together, it's magic everywhere, when we share our light inside, the holy ghost (soul) presides (ghost walking). we are part of the mystified."  

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the laughing weened (beloved children), where magic is a soul away, those who know the hit parade. Joy in all you dew, be thankful you have a view. All the colors in the sky, making it wide. It's a perspective of the flight. Holiness David Running Eagle save us, the Shooting Star in heaven now collides. He gifts you all his heart, bleeding half the arc, to show them love is coming soon. And right now, he sends his love, to cleanse and purify the way, the Earth and all she says. Beating the drum for you, sharing the heartfelt view. It's time to share the winds today. Let God inside of you sail the wave. Send your love, your prayers out there, not about the spiritual warfare, but about the loving arms, the embrace full of charm. (TRUE) Love is the greatest alarm (FEARED, sinners fear true love, because it cleanses them clean and protects the weened, the brave warrior who walks towards the conflict upon this world with spiritual fitness, compassion for all).

Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Around the World

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)
 
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



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!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Prayer Date: 10032013 Shining Within

Inside where the shore is true, my heart longs to feel the blue. All the waters of the seas, where I have my envisioning. Dream with me and touch the sky, into the outer worlds of the galaxy wide. Dream with me with all my hands, just to feel you and your understanding, deep inside. Deep inside of me. I can feel the understanding running free. Weeping for the shore to set free, all my longing of the sacredness of the trees. We are SUNS of MEN, who want to roar, just to touch the other door.

Heavenly soul inside the holy ghost presides. I awaken to the light within, to shed the aching and the sin. We together know the waves, just in time to share our saved. We are together, breaking bread today, all over the world we pray.

It seems that we need to rise above the outer skies. Yet inside where it's dark and dank (humid, dew of the blue road, lesson or gift), I really want to know this skank (in-virtuous or not walking with heavenly virtues, an unclean girl represents heaven or soul, the darkness we hide, the lesson or sin, now waiting to be revealed and opened wide, it's time to cleanse and purify). Yet in my heart I long to be free glistening inside of me. Yet I know I must glow to understand the after know. Shatter my fears. Let my soul reel. Pull me back home, where I sit on the throne. And when I did wrong, help me in a song. Tell the world I forgive everything that is...... the song sifts..... we adore bliss... yet deep in our hearts, we must learn to forgive this ark, the one standing infront of me. The one who dropped the galaxy upon my seas. All my dreams, took hold and laughter came. What a dip, a vain, a stain. I wish I could have done more, just made mistakes on the road, longing for the shore. Could I be true? I wish my heart too? I want to know the way? Could I learn to pray?

And if I treat myself wrong, help me heal myself in a song. If I treat the world wrong, help me bring it back with loving arms. If my Brother walks away, help me to pray, to save his days. When my Sister, she weeps and cries, hollering wondering, which way to die. There inside, the song still lives..... we must learn to gift a tender kiss. A heart needs passion. A heart needs a gain. A heart needs someone to feel they will know their fame (their great story). A heart needs to grab hold with both arms and say, all is prayers today. Let us bless all our fears away. Let us kiss the world to save. Let us guide our hearts to survive, with a witness of God's faith I CRY. I BLOW my HORN. I CARRY  good NEWS. I BRING my SOUL (holy ghost), out for all to praise. And all the circles of love will know my embrace. I will share my heart with you, inside shining a lighted view. I dream a HOLY WAY, for all my family. For all this world. For all this galaxy, I adore. For all the little ones, the dining children. I bless the waking (birthing within, a light is born) the forsaken (the ones who walked away) on the drums. Have faith, pray often. Learn love always softens, when we forgive, purify, we learn to open both our eyes. And our hearts find a way, to gift a light from within to praise, all this world. All my Brothers and my Sisters. All this world, heaven on earth, it's a place to play. I gift my soul, my heart, my waking daze. I dance and sing with you, along the merry tune. I bless all the paths that hoop and holler and make it back (from traveling the red road path of many colors). 

We are together, a shining lights of many colors, the Buffalo Robe (four directions in rainbow colors), the Rainbow Clan (unique familial colors circle), the Streams of Light that heals all MAN. I bless everything, crawling and the winged. I bless everything, snow storms of the blue!

Boo-yah (extremely overjoyed victory)

White Buffalo calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred SUNS, that holy Rainbow Clan, those who bow down to understand, it's love that created this land. WE bless you through and through, all the stories you help to imbue. We love you.

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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!

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Prayer Date: 10022013 Rising Sun Morning Star

Wake up to the rising sun (morning star), those who are willing to be on the run. Using the buffalo robe, holy and indisposed (out of order, in other words, always handy to fulfill the duty, even when unwilling, love grows/groves). 

Take hold of my hands. I will understand. All the light of the great sun inside of me rings (sounding out). Tree of life send me home, to where I can feel the groans. And heaven stand with me, upon the mystic tree. It's time to grow. Rise up the waking show, all the waves that will grow. And with this Morning Star, the heart inside lies in groves. We are many trees. We are lined in the breeze. We are stars in the sky, suns of men who are longing with pride. We are holding our hands, together to understand. Times are given to us in the winds, just to bring us home again.

It's a river flowing wide. The sacred living sky, where the Star does rise everyday. We all pray.  And with this Morning Star, our hearts find our way. We are justified in the light, to share our holy plight. We are learning to overcome sin, with a prayer to help us begin. Each stone a star in the sky, help us to bring us home to the wide. Deep blue seas of you and me. Galaxies closer than my knees. In my mind, sharing all divine. I am a star that rises far. I have a dream. To be a Rising Sun. I have a dream, to bring us to the holy rungs. And with each step I take, I can feel the waking of this land. I send my love out to the crowds and I say, Love is on it's waves. 

Blessings for you. I bless you through and through. I bless you streams of gold. I bless you in all you know. Blessings where you walk. Blessings in all you talk. And with each breath of life, I send a blessing to find your light. Blessings to all you know. Blessings to help you grow. Blessings to make this show, where love is relatives who are learning to glow. Morning Star shine the show. Lead the waves in praise. Share the tune in all the waves/caves. It's time for us to rise on the dust, where loves lives near. We are sending devotion with cheer.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the entire clan. All the little birds that want to land. And with it's shadows it grasps the tail, cricket who wants to wail. And the little creatures of God's tales. And all the creatures of songs that sail. The rocks and trees and grass, the holy spaces of the blast, the waking emotional train/trane (young horse or soul), when we wake up to gain......  Love is near you, because Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star is running through. He is cleaning up the fields for you, to show you the Morning Star. And all the beloved children inside of him, suffering with all their sin. He is guiding with love's abiding, devotional beat of the drum. Hear the hum, the heart always knows the run. Feel the drum, listen to your heart and know it's time to go/come (home). And when it's hard to see, love is after, an afterglow you see. It's time to share all that we dared. Let us pray, clean our plate. Send us us home with loving tones.

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Morning Star is represented by Eight sacred directions by the Sioux Nation. This is the honoring of the Risen SUN, each day that lights the way. Where you walk with holy talk, there in your heart shares the Morning Star (your inner light, a light from within), nine sacred streams beaming four holy directions. And with this rebirthing on the western shore, the child SUN is gifted to the world. You, the Holy White Buffalo, the prayer cloth of many colors.


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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