Prayer Date: 11062013 Playing Nice in the Kingdom Full of Glory

Listen children to a story that was written long ago about a kingdom full of glory that is what 'was foretold'. And in this kingdom lived a fairy (wings of an angel), a princess full of tolls (magenta color, the great caretaker and librarian, as well as the rainbow river of nine streams held to Rainbow Mother, whom is the field of four sacred directions, when thinking of magenta child or magenta overlay color, think of a waterfall of many colors often referred to as the rainbow bridge where lessons are gifted everyday to help you learn about love, each stepping stone along the waves). She (the heart and soul, the heavenly song) did gift her heart to salvation for every single boy and girl. At the crossing, she said give me all your diamonds (pure light) and overcome (everything pours into this river and must fold over to the dance and song or walking and talking). You will find the treasure inside, when you light your blazing guns (streaming light from within, created by spiritual awareness through spacial field cleansings and prayers). And the (illumination within will be found through practice and achieve inner) sunshine will overcome the tragedy of your life. You will be the spoken treasure, all the world has learned to play nice.

We are children of this story. We are children of the sea. We are children of the mountains. We are forever running free. And when our hearts are treasures, we will overcome  . . . we will be gifting diamonds, rays of light for everyone. Share your heart today with all that willing praise. Gift your hands today to heal and guide the way. Show everyone which way to bow, sow you can plant the seeds. For God is a mighty soldier, willing to fight for liberty. 

There we are children, a story overturned. We used love forever to locate each and every urn (sacred ashes and dust). All the treasures we did forebode, come into our hearts absurd, yet in the waking hour of dawn, the SUN did RISE again. Living with fortune, of gifts every day. Hold my hands out to strangers, I will know just what to say. And when we lost our mountains and we cannot stand tall, let another find my behavior, a place to have a fall (help me to pray and pick me up when I am down). Bow with my relatives, there the circle runs. Bow with laughter of the children of everyone. Bow to the great circle, the human race our lives, for each is a salvation, when we choose to play nice.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for treasures everyday. For everything we withstand helps us to pave, all the dreams together to bring in mighty snow, all the stones and treasures, laughter from everyone.

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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 by Rainbow Mother Yaniv

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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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!

Prayer Date: 10022013 Rising Sun Morning Star

Wake up to the rising sun (morning star), those who are willing to be on the run. Using the buffalo robe, holy and indisposed (out of order, in other words, always handy to fulfill the duty, even when unwilling, love grows/groves). 

Take hold of my hands. I will understand. All the light of the great sun inside of me rings (sounding out). Tree of life send me home, to where I can feel the groans. And heaven stand with me, upon the mystic tree. It's time to grow. Rise up the waking show, all the waves that will grow. And with this Morning Star, the heart inside lies in groves. We are many trees. We are lined in the breeze. We are stars in the sky, suns of men who are longing with pride. We are holding our hands, together to understand. Times are given to us in the winds, just to bring us home again.

It's a river flowing wide. The sacred living sky, where the Star does rise everyday. We all pray.  And with this Morning Star, our hearts find our way. We are justified in the light, to share our holy plight. We are learning to overcome sin, with a prayer to help us begin. Each stone a star in the sky, help us to bring us home to the wide. Deep blue seas of you and me. Galaxies closer than my knees. In my mind, sharing all divine. I am a star that rises far. I have a dream. To be a Rising Sun. I have a dream, to bring us to the holy rungs. And with each step I take, I can feel the waking of this land. I send my love out to the crowds and I say, Love is on it's waves. 

Blessings for you. I bless you through and through. I bless you streams of gold. I bless you in all you know. Blessings where you walk. Blessings in all you talk. And with each breath of life, I send a blessing to find your light. Blessings to all you know. Blessings to help you grow. Blessings to make this show, where love is relatives who are learning to glow. Morning Star shine the show. Lead the waves in praise. Share the tune in all the waves/caves. It's time for us to rise on the dust, where loves lives near. We are sending devotion with cheer.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the entire clan. All the little birds that want to land. And with it's shadows it grasps the tail, cricket who wants to wail. And the little creatures of God's tales. And all the creatures of songs that sail. The rocks and trees and grass, the holy spaces of the blast, the waking emotional train/trane (young horse or soul), when we wake up to gain......  Love is near you, because Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star is running through. He is cleaning up the fields for you, to show you the Morning Star. And all the beloved children inside of him, suffering with all their sin. He is guiding with love's abiding, devotional beat of the drum. Hear the hum, the heart always knows the run. Feel the drum, listen to your heart and know it's time to go/come (home). And when it's hard to see, love is after, an afterglow you see. It's time to share all that we dared. Let us pray, clean our plate. Send us us home with loving tones.

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Morning Star is represented by Eight sacred directions by the Sioux Nation. This is the honoring of the Risen SUN, each day that lights the way. Where you walk with holy talk, there in your heart shares the Morning Star (your inner light, a light from within), nine sacred streams beaming four holy directions. And with this rebirthing on the western shore, the child SUN is gifted to the world. You, the Holy White Buffalo, the prayer cloth of many colors.

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) 

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Pray With Elders around the World

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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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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!