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Saturday, December 7, 2013

12072013 Same Ole Sigh, Jump Up Says the Wise: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

thank you beloved dancers
Care about others down the road. Gift your heart full of gold. And when we shake our heads in disgrace, just remember it's heaven's blessed. And with each lesson tell me sow, want to gift my heart to know, which way shall I begin to burn, all those blessings in this urn. 

Come share with me, the sacred seas. All our visions, our families our beloved destiny. We need a hand to bridge each other to find. We are the children of the saving grace of God. Hear we stand to help all of man. We are children of the deliverance and wake up to please. Hold my hand. Together we make a mend. Sewing us together, the fabric, the holy land.

There is a child, risen savior for awhile (inside of you). And you must seek her (female, blue road, soul, water, sound, heavenly perspective) out, the heavenly shout (the talk reverberates on the waves). Inside your soul, your soul will know, when you find this place the sound inside of your heart . 

We are born, to carry the horns (cry out and share the good k/news). To speak of God inside the holy sacred clouds. And when we strive to each other's eyes, we find, we found God in each other's cries. I hear you friend (helper), in the wind. I hear you and I long to be your relative again.  We are true blue, inside of you. There is a day when all has found it's place. 

Come dance with me, under the trees. Come dance with me to share the heart I need. There is a day, when all is saved. There is a sacred river that shines another daze. Listen deers, on a journey full of fears (lessons). Just jump up (roll it on over) and say the wise soul within me will show/shine the waves (to treasures). And we will become, the living SUNS. Risen saviors each and everyone.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings again to hear the cries of everyone in the winds. There is near (sharing spacial fields), blessings without need of fear, just hold my hand and we will understand the sacred ride, the waves of time. Let us shine.

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star tells a story of how we come together to know of God. [[[g: utterance, ah/o: heavenly, d: transmission, thus the voice of every creature and speck of dust. We must listen with our hearts.]]]

It's a voice, it's a choice, to share your heart (tell your story to a circle), full of love with the sacred bow. Tie the gift (tie one over), the present is stiff, rigid to touch the softness of your soul (any relative sharing spacial fields, on the rainbow trail). My sacred house, my buffalo robe, I share my stripes, forever we are bold/told.

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

 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!

Friday, November 22, 2013

11222013 Stepping Stones With Buried Bones: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

Photo by Rainbow Mother Yaniv
All those stepping stones (lessons) with buried bones (need forgiveness) who catch a pail of water (help me find the blue ring of heavenly virtue, with relative leaves, kinsmen). There inside the seas, the visions and beliefs lies a heart full of gold. Dig it up and find the wells of life where sweetness doesn't make us think twice.  Instead it's love where all is shoved, like a spoon melted with gold. Each child has a tale to be told.

I bid you peace when you sleep to bring in all you need (dream). There sign your name and all will be blamed the cup of God (voice of all our relatives on the great circle of life) is foretold. Let visions and dreams hold us up to beam, like wishing for goblets of gold. We spill our tears intoxicated real with pure hearts of solid gold. All our dreams are something to behold.

There with each lesson my love will spill. I will take hold of my heart. Let me bow down still and hear the will of those who need an ark (a place tied to, towed with the power of love). Set sail with me with a leave my arm across your bow (we will be together). Our shoulders will be close to thine leaves (relatives on the tree of life) where are family will be weened, one child who sets his heart on the trail (starts the great journey of the soul on the blue road of much buried gold).

There inside a beaming heart the buried bones will reveal. All that's lost I have a cost of many important reels (time-lines, streams of light). There and left (to and fro where the winds blow) and right the cleft (be faithful), the mistakes I made along the way. I tell you true, I must forgive too, to heal my heart for the tale. I long to let it go with the whales. Let me sing, sing out, sing full of joy for overcoming all that was defeat. Now I stand on my feet, I feel love that is real, where my mark is to hold you near. Don't worry I will be part of the wheel (I will dew my part for you).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in all that is green. All k/new starts that bring us to our hearts. For all our Relatives, I bow with the sacred nine streams and four holy beams. I bless with fire, water and holy smoke. You are my comfort and my rage, my spilling page. I love you fore it's the view. Love that is true.


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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
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!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Pour Out a Heart of Gold, God's Glory Filled

There is a time when willows blow, down in the river, down below. My soul does wander to the ebb and flow. My heart does grumble to ever know.  What makes me ride the river's tide?  What makes me play with the waters waves?  I know it's about to make some change. My heart is flowing to learn and gain. When I seek a home to carry me in pride. I wonder how God makes me realize. There is a storm waiting for me, because it's rainbows forever you sea (vision with our hearts).


Glory to the sun, upon our skies. Glory to rains and rainbow pies (sections of oneness likes). And my heart will blow in the winds, where green grass grows (anew), and willows begin (seed of life grows).  My soul is wandering to the rivers's call. I beckon towards you, before I fall. But as I do, my treasures grow, just like a crystal (truth about the book of life), my heart will know.  


Can we live inside such love?  Can we be guided from heaven's doves?  And when we seek a river of love, do we find rainbows, Mothers who stuff (fill you up with love)?  If only I could breath to ride above the tides, maybe I could learn to fly.  And if I could fly in the sky, maybe I could go to stars above. There my soul will remember you, throughout destiny, I will be true. My soul does linger in the winds, because my heart will learn to win(d).  Go and find me. Come and begin. Go and find me, learn to ride the wind.  And if you can, join the stars, ride down from heaven beyond the clouds. And when you reach the atmosphere, find the rainbows, where treasures are near. There I will stand to hold your hands, brotherhood will make us all man. 


Feel the soaring of our souls.  Feel the pouring of God's glory and flow. And when we ride the waves of time, we feel we are taken to the heights. Come below to explore the shores, to find rainbows, we adore.  And the children who run around, they show us how to act clowns. Joy in our lives, joy to the world, joy to rainbow(s), that always fill. Joy to heaven upon our hearts. Joy to literally, "don't keep us apart". And my joy upon your feet (each step of your journey). Walk upright my Brother for all to sea (heart vision and dream).  And my soul will be on your pride, because I support you far and wide.  And the soul within you speaks, the Sister of heaven who longs to keep, the holy word that beckons and calls, we are all Brothers, Sisters in one hall.


Rainbow warriors who come to this world, they know of love that always fills. And those who believe in prophecies call, they are salvation, because they fall (bow and pray). Rainbows, come into the wind. Rainbows, come bow again. Rainbows look at your pride. Rainbows, we are on a ride. Rainbows come to win(d). Rainbow fill the world (pour out their hearts) of sin (who need love and purification of their souls). Rainbows collide within, to show our hearts are growing thin (weary, but hope filled, for the veil of forgetfulness is being lifted to heal). Rainbows come this day, to show our how to slide down (from heaven as we are all star children of the rainbow clan) and play. Rainbows, you glorify the child, the one who looks pretty wild, but inside a heart of gold, where heaven relies on men foretold.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums



Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
 

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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