11272013 Thanksgiving For What I Sow, Envisioning Growth: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

I have so much to share with you today. It's a day to be Thankful for all our praise. Come and gift sunshine to every daze. Let us dream about the faithful rays. I have so much to share with you today. Inside my heart I just want to praise. You are everything to me. You are the sacredness of the seas. I send my love out to thee, out eternally. Inside I feel the breeze.

I have sow much for me to share today. I can hear the drum beat from far away. And in my ears the rumbling of the Buffalo Drum, I can hear the settings of the SUNS (where they lie down inside their hearts).  We are learning to shine a k/new. If only others could get a handle on this chew. There is a salvation to this mighty wind. There is a heaven that makes our hearts begin. I have sow much to share with you today. My heart is longing for the celebration of this praise. I gift to you, all that I dew today. I gift to you, my heart I want to know it's glorious rays.

Abundance of the Harvest Moon

I am a Sun, an eye of many (indian corn of many colors) who linger in the winds. I can see the travelling circus come again/repeating. And twice I feel (deja vu, it's happened before), I have to know it's real. All that lingers in my soul is coming to appeal. And with this request, I bow my best, to show the holy rings of heaven come to show, bow with me. I will be there to sea, upon my travelling rings around the gold. Dreamers knows, I am cast out in the snow, where diamonds follow me wherever I go. I go to you, where there is a SUN DANCER (prayer cloth of many colors of the rainbow shine through from within as you bloom) who is true. You call my name. I can hear you without any shame. And beckon call, we are the children of this holy lot (field of dreams). And with this promise, the Rainbow clan show it's tots. We are children. We are the born clan. We are the promise across all the lands. We are the children, who will sing a k/new song (tears of joy and sorrow). We are the children who want to get along (wailing/crying out).


I have so much (tears in my voice, reverberation of wave frequencies) that I must feel. I must feel the waking rainbow that makes me steel (I am a strong combination). I am fallen (with the humble bow) inside of you where the clan of many colors coming to bloom. I am thankful today I fall (bow and praise with you). I am thankful to the holy call. I am sharing my heart with you. I am glory (gathering at the hoop) the ring of love coming true (my voice is sounding in the blue of you too, I love you)!

White Man the Father Nation and the
Red Man the Daughter Nation
whom reflect each other
on the Hoop of the Rainbow Clan,
including all of MAN.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in love to all the Sacred Rings, that's you and you and all the dream brings, my Relatives in the winds, where prayers and blessings help us to begin. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred Suns, that hold us close and shines the most/boast, we are ONE family again, the Rainbow Clan eliminating sin (walking holy again).

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Traveling with Pets for Thanksgiving?

November 25, 2008 by Tom James
Traveling with your pet this Thanksgiving holiday? Amid all of the get-togethers, food and celebration, don’t forget about your pet’s special needs that will help make the trip to — and once you get to your destination — safer and more enjoyable.


Remember to secure your furry friend for safe travel. Accidents and sudden stops can happen in an instant. Then it’s too late. An unrestrained pet can become a deadly projectile, causing injury to itself and other passengers in your vehicle. Why not play it safe and secure your pet in a crate belted to the vehicle or with a vehicle safety harness? Smaller pets enjoy some of the popular, elevated pet car seats, which allow them to see out over the river and through the woods. Your pet will have plenty of time to romp and play once you get to where you’re going. It’s up to you to keep him safe along the way.

As a reminder, be careful about what foods may be in paw’s reach of your pet. Poultry bones are easily swallowed and can pose a real choking hazard. Treats, such as chocolate intended for guests, can also cause serious problems and sometimes be fatal. A substance called theobromine is in chocolate and can be very toxic to pets.

Holiday plants such as mistletoe, holly and poinsettia can be deadly to animals, so make sure these are well out of reach.

By being prepared for safe holiday travel and cognizant of the dangers around your pet, you can help to ensure that your pet remains safe and secure during holiday visits. Keep these tips in mind, and you’ll be a better pet parent.

Happy (and Safe) Pet Travels!
Tom James
PetTravelCenter.com
http://blog.rv.net/2008/11/traveling-with-pets-for-thanksgiving/

First Thanksgiving: Was It A Religious Celebration?

By Daniel Burke
Religion News Service
(RNS) If you want to prepare for Thanksgiving like a real Pilgrim this year, here's what you should do: Cancel the plane reservations. Stop jotting down recipes. Leave the libations alone.

For the Pilgrims and Puritans, "thanksgiving" days were spontaneous and sober affairs.

When friends arrived from overseas, European Protestants defeated Catholics in battle, or a bumper crop was reaped, the Pilgrims dedicated a day to thanking divine Providence.

They would have considered it presumptuous to schedule a thanksgiving day in advance, said Francis Bremer, an emeritus professor of history at Millersville University in Pennsylvania. "It assumes that God is going to be good to you each particular year."

The Pilgrims' days of thanksgiving were usually spent in church, singing psalms, listening to sermons and praying. Work and playful pastimes were forbidden. When God provided, the Pilgrims were serious about gratitude.

Despite their reputation as buckle-belted killjoys, the Puritans and Pilgrims knew how to have a good time. They brewed beer, feasted on fowl and enjoyed sex -- all in moderation, of course.

That's why some historians believe the 1621 celebration that's sometimes dubbed the "First Thanksgiving," was not actually a "thanksgiving" day at all. In fact, some historians even call it a "secular event."

"The 1621 gathering in Plymouth was not a religious gathering but most likely a harvest celebration much like those the English had known in farming communities back home," write Catherine O'Neill Grace and Margaret M. Bruchac in their book, "1621: A New Look at Thanksgiving."

The Pilgrims partied for almost a week in the fall of 1621, according to eyewitness accounts. They shot fowl, played games, feasted and entertained nearly 90 Native American neighbors with a gun, er, musket show.

The Pilgrims would never have thrown such a party on a proper day of thanksgiving, according to James W. Baker, a former senior historian at the Plimouth Plantation in Massachusetts.

"The very nature of a celebration, extending over several days or a week with secular 'recreations' and non-Christian guests," Baker writes in the Encyclopedia of American Holidays and National Days, "is what pious Calvinists such as the Pilgrims would be first to protest had no place in any Christian holy day."

But that doesn't mean the "First Thanksgiving" was a secular celebration, argue some historians.

Jeremy Bangs, director of the Leiden American Pilgrim Museum in the Netherlands, said the idea of a "thankless or secular harvest festival was unthinkable."

"The Pilgrim leaders undeniably conceived of their lives in religious ways," Bangs said.

Everything the Pilgrims and Puritans did was suffused with faith, Bremer agreed.

"Can we know for sure that they conceptualized it as a 'thanksgiving'? Not in the way that we have it. But these are people who would have given thanks before every meal they had."

The problem with defining the original 1621 celebration -- besides the dearth of historical evidence -- is the absence of a full-time minister among the Pilgrims, said Bremer. Religious rituals were not as formal as they would become when a pastor, Ralph Smith, arrived nearly a decade later.

In other words, the Pilgrims were winging it in 1621: Glad to be alive after a dangerous voyage, happy for a good harvest and excited about their future in a fresh, new land.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/18/religion-and-the-first-thanksgiving_n_1099953.html

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

Sacred Song Blessings

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Crystal (flesh) Indigo (soul) Children (dream) 

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

Join us on the Hoops and Learn about Evolution

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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!
 

11262013 The Dawning of Man is Making It's Wheel: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

There comes a day when all we have to say is loving rays of sunshine that lifts the daze. I have to say, "glory all the way". When it's time to share our hearts divine, let us glare with loving binds. And then we are torn when we go away, because the comfort we feel along the paved. Golden hills we long today.

We are many of a sunshine field. We are many of the sacred wheel. We are many of the waking suns. Listen to the making of the guns (blazing shooting fireworks of the streaming lights of the rainbow). All that clatter has us having some fun. And I wish for all your dreams come true, no matter what you dew, no matter what the true. And if you share this waking call come home, then you will bow like bones who fall down. And when it's time to call our different paths to make us bow at last. To make us sow at last.

Gifting to you and me there is another wave. Listen to the sunshine says. Listen to all this daze. We are children of the longing seas (envisioning spiritual free), between you and me. There is a place we seek. And if the rainbows come to land upon the fields, then we could make it real, loving vibrations that heal/heel. I know you want more than this world does gift, because of a kiss, because of the locks of bliss (hair streams).

We shine today to lift our hearts another wave. And when we share our hearts content another day, we feel it's going to save, just one more step along the way. Feel all you do and say will share this throne, the place of buried bones, treasures that tell a tone. The ringing of the gentlemen who need, precious vital medicine please, let woman share with thee. And all of heaven will roll around and fade, inside of your heart today, a (inner) light will glare your wave.

And with this soul within my heart is fair, longing for contentment wares. Longing for all that care. And when we share this tones of many seas, we envision a galaxy, the place between you and me. I bless the fields to make it a wheel. I bless the space to gift our race (mankind and it's evolution over rolling hills in time). I bless the hopes and dreams that till the dawning of man is making it's wheel (it's real, it's reeling it on in).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the sacred suns, the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, elders and those on the tree, every single leaf (relative on the tree of life).

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

Sacred Song Blessings

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Crystal (flesh) Indigo (soul) Children (dream) 

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

Join us on the Hoops and Learn about Evolution

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!
 

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

Sacred Song Blessings

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Crystal (flesh) Indigo (soul) Children (dream) 

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

Join us on the Hoops and Learn about Evolution

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!

11242013 There is Sunshine: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

There is sunshine in my hands today. There is sunshine in my heart waves. There is sunshine along the daze, when we hope to feel all the rays. Come set up your heartbeat a song that lifts the soul. Come set your heartbeat that lifts you to solid gold. That's where your sole beats as you walk down the street, all that dancing comes home to weep. Songs of joy, overflowing. Songs of joy come on to me. I will hold you feel you close to me. I want to know the sunshine set free.

Long to feel the sunshine that is a wheel. Long to feel the coming of time. It's the dawning of man at his prime. We are longing for sunshine today, in hands full of rays. Sunshine hold me close. Sunshine you are the most. You gift me all that I need each day, to overcome all those difficult waves. To overcome with joyful ways.

Sing praise. Sing glory all the waves. Sing praise. Sing holy miracles today. Sing praise, I wash my hands pure, there inside of my palms sunshine is sure. There inside of my palms love will endure. Come sunshine find my sole. Walk with me upon my toes/tows. I wish for sunshine to lead the waves. I wish for sunshine to show me the daze. Dream with me. Blessings of the seas. Dream with me, Sunshine to all the leaves. Dream with me, I bring home harmony. It's sunshine inside of your heart that gleams true. I bow down to say, "I love you".

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to hold your hands in everything. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star joins the buffalo drum to call far and wide. We are children of the humble rainbow with pride. WE are children of the Rainbow, where we are longing to feel our hide (buffalo robe or four directions in rainbow colors, our house, our holy temple where our soul resides).



Alightfromwithin.org/donation, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Locally and Around the World. Please support Elders and Warriors bring love to the world. Thank you.

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

Sacred Song Blessings

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Crystal (flesh) Indigo (soul) Children (dream) 

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

Join us on the Hoops and Learn about Evolution

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!

11232013 One Big Happy Family: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Let the sun shine inside of me to take heed of the breeze. Let the sunshine inside of me show me exactly what to bee (believe in great dreams). Where is my heart upon this start and waken all my dreams. I have to share my living soul upon the waking dream. I am going to the flowing, where my heart is sowing.

Grab hold of me and take abode of everything we need. Share my heart and find a way to grab all that I say. I want to know the knowledge of eternity just hold my hand to believe. And everything upon this road of heavenly stows. We are dreamers of the last place in time. We are dreamers of of the new coming age of wine (intoxication of my soul with loving breeze inside of me).

I say to you my loving hands I need to know the glory upon this land. Take hold of me and you will see, it's heaven on a grand scale. We are choosing to bring us home to the river of many broken bones. And sharing our hearts to the winds makes us live with everything. All my hands are torn with all this burning desire upon my heart. I want to MAN to overcome and choose to really run.

Let our spirits free. Let me find the breeze. Hold me close to God, where the river of heaven leads the wad. Let us believe it's true, that love is inside of you. Let us believe it's true, when love is part of all we dew. And magic is the hands of time and we will learn to really band. WE will be fruition of the loving mission. Brotherhood and kings will be born, because LOVE will have us by the HORNS (calling out, shofar).

Hoops of the Universe

Rejoice, rejoice, it's time for more noise. Rejoice, rejoice, it's time for more noise. Rejoice, rejoice it's time for the hailing grace, the soul inside of you, the holy living spiritual face. It's a SUN DANCER. You are a SUN DANCER. We are chosen to believe, in everything we conceive. It's a SUN DANCER. It's a SUN PRANCER. It's a wave of time that shares and all that dares to be, ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you today, to help you know of the loving rays. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred vibrating thumbs. Let us find a way to LOVE, the heart of what we glove (hold onto). We send love to all our Relatives.

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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

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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!