There is a hardship in the air, when everyone just wants to care, yet outside where we lie, our hearts want to preside over things we cannot overcome, until we learn to become loyal SUNS. Then we go........... for that great ride. Where we sail over the river that seems wide. First look ahead, flow............ then pick up and row........ towards the river that leads from down below, that swivels back to and fro. There you will find a worshipping hoe (a faithful servant who serves others), one who just dug down deep below (to know your needs). A seed was planted near, to watch the sacred cheer, the fields and the diamonds we sown, there a garden of women with horns (who call out for justice with heavenly tones, it's smoking horns, blasting ray guns or laser light beams radiate from their hearts, love at all cost). Heaven will step on each child (grab hold), because we don't want the river to grow wild, instead we tame the beast (gift lessons) and show how bitter sweet (to become treasures, jewels from heaven), the child within just wants to know love, a place to call home and share the rows (aligned and harmonic). Home, home on the range, where all the lands come to stand and save. The hardships we endured, kept us sharpened and aware, conceived in the dead of the night (dreaming), silence that can hear all of it's plights. Forgive, that's what is said. Yet how can I forgive what was said? I have to let go and gift (a) compassionate show of many sacred rivers flow as ONE, then I will forgive all that was stead (time stood for).
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| A cross represents a crystalline stone! |
There where the hardships I know, I will bless them with fire and watch the glow. And when I am done, I will cast it into the SUN, where the Stars of Heaven will burn it to glows, embers with Stars full of Stones (crystalline beings of light, each child in/sight). We will continue to bless, until we can forgive each sacred sun, each child in the world, each rock, cliff, animal, each herd/heard. All the voices we predict that need a holy kick, to tell the world about LOVE, the law that sought and burned. It's heavenly thrones that will set you free, all the true blue settlements we thought we knew. It's time to shelter my/our soul/s, to break each rock we roll (escaping light), to shine out, to dine out (cast out the shadow), to bring them home to the view, where it's hardships we carry together, that's true (helping each other).
Roll and roll on those hills, where we have buried our bones (the past). Set down from within, the sacred sun forgives each sin, to rise up, cast a shadow (from within) full of light, a life proud to smile twice. Once on the road up. Once on the road down. There I hear the whooshing of the to and fro, I glow, the dreaming of the RAINBOW, just showed me the way/waves to go. And all I can do/dew to be faithful is to share my hands with you. We are loving. We are settling, around the circle to care. We want to hear your voice, to know you care. No matter how unsettled, disturbed to the n'th degree, the hardships you sweltered, needs loving roots to grow. And if we tried to hold on, then love did take root. Forgive those who could not let go and fly free with me in the groves (upon the winds of time, there lies many trees tumbling freely).
Home, home on the range, where the lion (sunshine from within beaming from sacred nine streams) and the buffalo (four directions) tamed, all the people who lost sight, what a glorious right, it is to breathe upon this sacred holy land, the place we stand to make amends. I (we, all the eyes who) stand for unity upon this land, for everyone is welcome to speak at the circle with spiritual cares, the world needs love to be aware.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, to help heel the world at it's needs in the spring (uprising of the Lords/Suns, each child who is prestige's in God, the voice is heard for the whole clan). Take hands together bind, the sacred HOOPS will help all bind, for it's six flowing rivers that flow from you, the center of the sacred knews, the soul that wants to take flight, with envisioning dreaming sight, the places of superior men and women who are hens (directional weavers). And together the worship will be, how to bind us, us all, FREE. Let the ONENESS of MAN learn to understand.
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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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