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
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.
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”
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
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Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!
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