12132013 The Crow Cries Grandmother's Eyes: Swimming Ice Blowing In the Wind (snow, crystalline stones, suns)

We are sunshine today, with heaps of smoke blowing from our rays. We are purifying the fields, to make everything grow and healed. Let us say a prayer today, to cleanse the fields and watch those sun rays. Let us open our hearts to true, when love comes flushing out of you.

Singing dancing is our hoop, the growing rolling stone of loops. And over and over we twirl, to make it all feel a word. There is story everywhere. Suns are growing up to cheer. Tell me what am I to do, about loving true and blue. Everyday when I walk by, I can hear your swollen cries. And it's hopes and dreams you feel, but you don't know how to make it real. Reel it on in, to where there is no more sin. Shed that coat of fear, watch it walk from near (impure run away or is purified to sacred dust), to be a holy scope again. We need dreams today. We need to hold our sun dancing rays. We need everyone, to learn how to become SACRED SUNS.

Then all the CROWS outside would dance in the breeze. On top of all the trees. We can hear their cries. Grandmother says open your eyes. We are plenty of scopes, just learning to cope, how about we learn to understand, how to put them together again!  Then children will realize. Then we will come to compromise. We will want to know the revelation of the winds. We will want to know just how to begin. Listen to the story of the skies. All the tree tops with the Eagle cries. And it's true blue, when we walk holy unto you. And we listen to this view. We listen to all the tools. Yes it's true blue inside of you, where love is the sacred clues. And we can overcome, when love is the holy ONE, shooting guns of diamonds, rays of light that succumb, telling everybody, love is the holy ONE. 

Help us be together again, sing praise holy whether in all our choices we pray. Come greet one another. Share praise to the tethers that hold us close to be the most, holy greeting suns, the laughter shared by everyone. Yes, I can hear you Grandmother near. Yes, I can hear the Crow cry with their eyes. Always wanting more and more surprised. Children everywhere learn to dance now. Come to the church inside of you (buffalo robe or four directions in rainbow colors) romance now. Where you sing, from inside you spring a living sun, filled with rays of ONE. 

Come share with me the holy breeze, the love inside of this cosmic breeze. Tell me true, love is you. I know I came to talk and walk to the k/news. We are all together again. Heaven sent us all in the winds. Grandmother knows the cry to tell the stories of our eyes. Come to the circle and share today. Show your senses all the rays of the inner sun that shines, upon the hoops that bind, the blue road loving wine, where intoxication is a chime, tears of glory every time (joy blossoms out of you, true happiness). 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings today to bring in holy rays. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star brings in the Buffalo drum to hear your call. Together we are talking sacred to the SUNS, all the healing weeping of everyone. WE are Elders walking talking to you, when love is the sacred tool. And when you need to forgive, just say it true. I want to love all of you. It's hard today, to forgive their rays, when they took so much away. I will try today. I will bring my heart rays. I will bless these fields, dance and heel and sing my songs, blessings all along. I will share my heart with every part. I will dew my dance inside this romance. Love will share the clues. Love will pay the dews/dues/do's.

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Aho Relatives, sharing the sky with the rest. Smooth sailing in the winds, when love is used to begin, flush out that sin and bring it home a...gain. Let there be a house a home, where spiritual means more than a phone, it means that love will gain a fuge, a note in the holy hues. Love is the greatest tool. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in fresh air, for those who have lost the scope to journey fare/fair sails. Let's bring Brotherhood to all of the shores, then we will know exactly how to adore! Aho, aho, let's move the winds blow. Aho, Aho, let's find the sails, go. Aho, Aho, it's time to sing true, the magic of sailing comes out of the blue! (blue road of heavenly virtues, wakan or holy walking). gifted by Alight FromWithin.Org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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Hoop 6 (Stepping Stone) - Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, brotherhood)! "I Bless Myself" and "I Bless the World"

All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us

in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

 New moon January 1, 2014 aligning with the sun

(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)

Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.

 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child, a divine light from within.

Image of a beaming field by Grandmother Upon the Hill, a gray child, 

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!

Prayer Date: 09192013 Witness to Holy Sight, Spring into Action with All Your Might

There is a place inside of me, where I can sea miraculously. There is a place, where I can shine my face, just to feel the wonder of this place. There is a holy spirit that clings to know, all of the shutters of the waves that flow. I know it's time for change, everything tells a story of this. We are moving forwards to another dawn of time. We are the binds of evolution. Don't you hear them chime? I can say truly, where the blue, red cross, there the yellow grows soft as the moss. We can see many colors, the vibration of time leans on me. There I can find a sky, blue and open wide. All of this magic. All of this dew. We are changing rainbows, in what they say and do. We are blessing you. We are shining love upon you. We are taking hold of vision that is bold. We say bow to the winds. We say, let it begin. We say, heaven has arrived. Yes, it's about time. 

Let our souls display, the wonderful sight we have gained. We can hear with our hearts and listen with our eyes, just to find the circle of many who are wise. Yes, we can feel the breeze, down the road where stars are sown. We can envision gleams of fields, where rocks are real. And magic is part of the show. Let us find a way, to pave the path lies graves. We remember, those who gave. We honor them and save. All the children to come. Let us teach them to run. We are choosing love. Just one more save and off.... into the sky..... into the longing of the clouds that chide.... We are needing you, to be blessed free, to take care of your duties. Listen to the hopes and dreams. All of the family needs you and me. We are part of this great big company. We are part of the heavenly doves sent to rescue thee. And when we have lost our way. We didn't bow down and pray. Blessings cleanse the fields, where trouble makes it real. Gratify the winds. Blessings over sin. And we will be a DREAM. One big field, envisioning SUNS.

Stones and rocks and things. All lie together in the wind. And each song that I sing, rings true to the wane. Those who bow and gift. Don't need hollow rifts, but those who forgot their waves, need others to push, rather than save. We say, LOVE is reeled. One more husband, a wife to heal. One more Priest you lost their way, then we need to help him and save. One more Sister of Ordination bring, who won't open the door to let others in. How will we honor them, if we don't hold them to the tune. Sing praise and lift the world, where LOVE is the only kill, to purify the cosmic snow, then everything will GROW. I say to you, one more day. I say to you, love will pave the daze. I say, heaven sent me to show the path, where eternal will last. You and me, shall share these dreams. You and me, will save the green (spiritual). You and me will share the dew, where Rainbow dreams come true.

Brothers and Sisters will dine, together at one circle at a time. And each of us will cherish love, when we are circling with doves. If peace is not gathered near, how will we have favors to fulfill. We need blessings to help heal and save. We need blessings to pave. For golden paths won't lead to shame, if we decide only to gain. And with each lesson, the stone will turn, to grow under a key. There we will decide to love. There we will open the door. There will we knock and learn, if only to churn. There will be children with parents, who will listen and understand the fundamentals. And with this known, blessings will be sown, to overcome tragedy. Yet in our dismay, love grows abundantly, because we listened to the circle that lived in thee. We will find an open plate, where everything has a gate. And if we look at the door, enter paradise with holy praise and listen to the birds that sing, we can feel the winds come over thee.

Spring action inside of me. Let the almighty shine and set it free. I will become the witness of the good news, God is part of you. And with our vision opening. We can see the heavenly soul come/set free. We can share our hearts then, there. WE can share and be aware. Our spiritual path will unroll. We will know exactly the toll. Yet we decide just to share, all that will bring in pairs. Together one two three. One two exactly how to bee. The dance of the heartbeat tells it true. The fourth beat is you. And one and two shows me true. And three four opens the door. And embraced is the galaxy, that lives inside of me.

I send my love out to the world. We are part of all the pairs. We are joining everything, because it's the holy witness thing. We share our hearts and blow the horn. We say Brotherhood will shine and pave. We will tell a story or two. We will share all we dew. And with the dreams and visions appear, we will remember to always tell. To show the road to understand, to show the way true. We are always getting clues, yet we need everyone to get them too. And sharing at the circle will teach, that we are all just a peach. Sweet blossoms I remember your tale. I remember all you said for the wails. And cries of men need to be heard, just one place, one world. There we shall find ways to seek. There we will find ways to become meek. And the day comes when all will bow, just to know of the holy cow (four directions in rainbow colors, the holy robe of lights that illuminate you). We will share more than love. We will share relativity. We share and cleave. We will know of our destiny, love in the breeze.


White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, to heal all the words that sing. To seek a path of love, righteousness that suffers. And when we grow old and die, we are remembered for what and wise. We are making these sounds today, to show the young the way.

Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Around the World

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

Sacred Song Blessings

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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!

Merry Christmas Dancing Miracles

Dancing Miracles on this day, help us learn to play. Hear my heart beat along the waves. Feel the thunder. Feel the rage, the river that plays. Hold my hand today, feel my pain, know of miracles they will gain. We are on our way. We are on our way.

Dancing Miracles hold my hands. We are here to understand. Feel the heartache upon this land. Reach out brother and make a plan. Greet your neighbor, find a friend, forever we live in the wind. We are brethren each and every child. Hold the hands while it seems so wild.

Merry Christmas, heal my soul. Know God gives comfort, it could be gold.  Share a present and feel the love. You are my gift from above. We are salvation if you hear the call. The place of brotherhood we dew fall.  Stars from heaven glow your light, let my heart alleviate plight.

Miracles hold my hand. Tell me we are going to the promise land. Milk and honey fill my soul. I believe miracles they have been told (prophecies are stories told, let us hear with a heart of gold, dream brothers and sisters, dream).

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

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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!