Yesterday, all my dreams did fly with me. Yesterday, all my knowledge flowed and set itself free. Yesterday, all our troubles would walk towards you. Yesterday, there seemed to make another view. Why can’t we choose? Love is all that is the rule.
Yesterday, all my suffering I did for you. Yesterday, all my sorrows gifted me a clue. Yesterday, all our dreams came to shed a tear for you. Yesterday, I heard the crying of the babies eyes that are dying/dieing. Yesterday, I wished for a fallen star. Yesterday, Angels followed me around a lot (four sacred directions). And all my dreams did fade away, because today, I have a morrow/moral to display. Yesterday did propel my dreams.
Yesterday, when the rivers did call out to me. Yesterday, all the troubles did come and drift. All the birds and in the sea, all the animals the grasses and the leaves. All the training warriors that seek. Time to make it a humble belief. Yesterday, we did shine a k/new. Yesterday, a dream came popping through.
And we are swollen with desire to make others learn to smile. And on the wage of war with you. I fight for love to gift you clues. Yesterday, when we did not smile with you, I knew your heart was broken and you needed some good k/news. Yesterday all that was spoken true, love was always by your k/news (accessible through prayers). Love was always there to choose.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you to tell the story of the coming choose. We are *damned (descend with the soul, the rainbow spiralling trail) lucky you see, down on this earth we long to bee (an impossible dream coming true). All our dreams unfold when we bow to the earth and down on our knees we kiss this girth. We long to feel love is on the wheel. Yesterday brings us spills to glorious running rivers thrills. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drives us closer to the holy cow (four directions that bend), where all the Brothers and Sisters know, we are the GREATNESS of the STARS THAT GLOW. Yesterday, faith did share our hearts today. Yesterday, tomorrow we did know this sacred glow. And today, the GIFT is presents all around us we did show. We gave our hearts away, to all those tears on display, yesterday. *damned: descend with the soul, the rainbow spiralling trail. These stepping stone is the lessons we must overcome to descend with our eternal soul. Too many think of "souls doomed to eternal punishment". We thank the heavenly fields to eternal lessons, to gain wisdom and to share knowledge with each other. Viewing both sides of the coin, both the good and the bad we find we must negotiate shared knowledge. Envisioning the greatness from our troubles is learning to have better dreams. To bow down for our breathing walking and talking we receive as a Great Gift, in which now is our duty to give to the heavenly bodies our nourishment and our devotion. We bow down to the South, where Mother and Daughter lie, who need new eyes, to realize, heaven has got her beautiful eyes. We are FAMILY.
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).
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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