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Thursday, December 19, 2013

12192013 Treasures Everywhere: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Gems and diamonds flow in my heart. Today is a dream where we are a part. Sacred and true inside of the blue. There is a SUN that shines me over you (protecting you, and following the rainbow within you, as a holy ark through). Listen to the shelter to the winds of time that shine in thee. All the little children just want to dance in the seas. We are all together. We are part of the we...eee. We are all sun dancers shining to set us free. It's gems in the sea. All as brilliant to BEE, such a great dream.

Where there is a heaven, bind our souls to the wind. Take it on forever it's true and blue again. We are sharing sunshine, take it all the waves. Tell my relatives truly, love is hear to stay. Listen to the Rainbow, the Clan that shines each day. Listen to the stories, that blow in the winds. Listen to the heartache, the sharing that you dew. We are part of what we want, the sacred living clues. We are there forever it's the light that lifts in you.

Tell me true, the hands of God live in you. Hands of blue, we are shining in the view. Hands of blue, we are tender to the touch. We are learning how to be respectful to the dust. It's all so sacred. It's all sow rich, the many splendid treasures, the diamonds in the winds. And with this cosmic dust storm, there blossoms such a great show. We are living strangers helping everyone to glow. We are tender to the needs of the sacred living show, the permeation of living. The permeation of stones. And with each buried treasures, we share it all to foam (crashing waves upon the shore). There we learn how to adore (lean on me). 

White Buffalo Calf Woman singing in the winds, hearing all the heartache and loving waking bends. There we will be together, tears of joy overflow. We will be together, to know of the after glow. We will shine truly the heart inside a Rainbow. We will know that we have been promised, that love will rule the land. Just as we are MAN.

Gifted by Alightfromwithin.Org, the place of heaven where the shining lights do wind. We bring peace upon this land, love is greater here we stand. It's a time of hope and dreaming grope to live harmoniously. Love is in the breeze. Love is over seas. Love is on the plains and hills, the weather chills, the sunny heat of the morning dew, love flies to you, one heart beat at a time. All together we will CHIME. 

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
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, December 2, 2013

12022013 Ghost Dance With Me: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Inside of me, I feel the breeze, it's time to make us whole. There is a destiny for me, to join the circle sow bold. The lights divine just want to shine, inside this darkness that shores. And with the opening of all the doors, rays of lights we adore.

Let us believe the cosmic breeze is sheltering everyone. And if we sung to have a hung, a star that billows towards the north (great light, like noon, a light from within). Share all you dare, with all aware, to shine a heart sow true. Love is part of all that we dew, just to find the truth. Love is the law of the noose (embraced and healed, when you gift the chill, the voice on the circle who has not swelled, a warrior down who needs true nails or put us back together again, lean on me). 

We want to know, which way to go, just in the nick of time. If only we knew the shattered view, then we would dance all the time, to make love to the world who are blind. Sow dig your feet, upon this world and start to dance in the winds. We are standing near, inside our hearts with fear, to cleanse and purify this dank. It's time to come home clean and per chance, to have open arms, reach out and hold me tight. That's where my heart longs to feel. We are stapled to the sacred wheel.

Home, home on the range. Where the hills and the buffalo search. There are weeds among us all, just have to learn to lean on fall, bow down and look at the miracle inside, there is a flower that is bursting wide. Children everywhere, we need your heart to care. Pick up your feet and dance sow sweet. Send a prayer in your hearts to the winds. It's time to dew the Holy Ghost Walk a...gain (repeating the sweet kiss of love).

There we sow, just up to know, the grateful longing we feel. We want relatives true, to watch over you, to become the lightning glow. It's time to be perfect in the breeze, where prayers find their way, into the heart of those who shout, it's time to make this EARTH a PARADE. One who is loving all the waves.

Home, home on the range. Where the buffalo are standing on the stage. Dreaming a good life, without any strife. It's paradise along the stone trail. If only we all could learn to whale/wail/cry out/sing. There is a time inside where we want to hide, yet inside of us we want to sing. There is joy abound, when we make holy sound. Send the prayers, the dance in the winds. It's time to eliminate all of this SIN.

Tell all your Brothers and Sisters, let's get together today. Let us sing and dance, let it out like romance, invite your neighbors to dance. Join hymns and dreams and dine to sneeze, to push you over the edge. Then dance and sing, let it out and ring, to release all that suffering drudge. Love is the better weapon on my heart. 

Home, home on the range, where the lambs and the buffalo stage, a good ole fashioned show, where the girls and boys are real. And love is the famous hand that groves. We will be gifting away our devoted souls. Come dance and sing with me. Come dance and sing with you. Come dance and sing, remember it's spring, the rising sun inside of you. I know you are a Sun Dancer with a view. Bring that Holy Ghost out. Let it find the holy devoted smoke. The breath of life will siege, anything that needs to bleed, to say, LOVE is the only thing we really need. Love is the answer in the breeze.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the Holy Ghost Walk again. It's time to hold our eyes, to the sacredness of the skies, when the darkness speaks about the holy ones, those who are SACRED SUNS. Dance and sing with me today. Share your foods with everyone (who comes over, this is an in-house celebration/intimate with local circle). And when you lost your way, remember to be holy praised and start to dance and sing and before you even know, it will be flowing cosmic snow (pure beaming/illumination light from your heart). 

Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org/donation, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Locally and Around the World. Please help support Elders and Warriors to bring the LAW of LOVE to your neighborhood, uniting all the fields together once more! Let us learn to open the doors.


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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
My computer is protected

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, November 25, 2013

11252013 There Once Was a Dream Full of Streams: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

There once was a dream, where all gifted steam, the breath of life that gifted me, where I could run over rolling hills, where I could run and be free with all of the streams.

My heart folds to rock (tip toe) and bow (to and fro), to know the fields and the rows. All the dreaming has a way of define, the greatest passion of mine. Shine free over the leaves (relatives) barren and shaken below. And down where we look below, the planted seeds will grow, to make love to the world we adore.

Send loving rays into the daze, where rivers flow abundantly. And when we share the mountains and hills, we find the snow capped mountains a thrill. To and fro, washing to glow, cleansing the world of it's scourge. And if we feel the marvellous wheel, we would find the healing that kneels. We would find the world come to steel (hard are rocks, strength of the mighty pillars of heaven).

There I flow where the waters know, which way to drop from the sky. All the tears within my face of sin I forgive and let it all go. I forgive and wash myself to glow. Inside of me, where my soul is setting free, the many tremulous feats. I ask the hill, watch over me real. I need a hand of God, to kneel down and to bow.

The beaming love that comes from doves the peaceful heart of the wane (bow sustained). Let us learn about the bow, like the sun crowds us to show that love is real, wandering near and watching us grow every day. For love is the only way. Seek and find the cherished. Seek and find me a cause, to help this world grow, to bring happiness to the snow (cosmic dust). Let us be treasures with perfect measures (songs) and let our hearts flow. We are the children of the snow (crystalline beings of light).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the heart of everything. My love beckons the show to make everyone know, LOVE is the GROWTH. I bow to all my Relatives on the Hoops, blessings with fire and water and smoke, "I bless the sacred nine streams and four holy beams/directions" to heal the world once more and show others how to open the doors (to each heart).

Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org/donation, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Locally and Around the World. Please help support Elders and Warriors to bring the LAW of LOVE to your neighborhood, uniting all the fields together once more! Let us learn to open the doors.

Image by Elizabeth's words about "Mountain SunShine" 

I created the watercolor painting, “Mountain SunShine”, to celebrate the joyful nature of Spring, when the earth warms and reawakens.  Our cosmic source of life, the magnificent sun, rises between the heavenly mounds of snowcapped mountains emitting tentacle rays of pulsating light.  A budding Tree of Life, made of brown spirits, shares the center of the scene with the animated River of Life.  Waves of living, sentient water roll from the galaxy of stars, underneath the earth, across the land, and into a spiral that looks out with one eye.  Dual faces of Earth’s spirit, rooted in the cosmos, gaze towards the sun and one another; their cavernous mouths laugh with joy, awe, and agony.  A detailed border of green leaves and red roses bring forth the surreal landscape from within the star-studded richness of deep space. Elizabeth Lyle 1999 Dreaming Heart ArtWorks http://www.dreamingheart.com/mtn_sunshine.htm


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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
My computer is protected

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!

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