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!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts. It's time to walk the evolution's path. We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone. Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song). And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"

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Aho Dear Twin Deer Mother (White Buffalo Calf Woman), If you have the time and space I would like to receive a song blessing...Thank you very much.
Blessed Be. SS your Song of Heaven, Green child, Spiritual Embrace

Southern Season Greetings, Sending love and kisses to all the misses! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html.
your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child

Aho Beloved Twin Deer Mother, Thank you for the song!!! My soul jumps from joy and got tears in my eyes! This is how I feel inside!!! Thank you for the pics as well! They express nicely what I feel... Welcome to Paradise where the Tree of Life blossoms one's/once more!
Blessed Be. Southern Season your Song of Heaven, Green Child, Spiritual Embrace
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Monday, September 21, 2009

Binding Eternal Holy Flight in the Wind, the Weaving of Light



We keep songs deep inside, because we don't have much to hide. And there we fly to eternity, and our songs lead us along.  Why don't others join my flight, but they seem to not want this plight.  Then just turn and run away, for they have nothing more to say.

And my life.  I wonder why! Who they are to me inside.  I have so much to offer them, but it's all in the wind.  And they don't seem to know how to fly, because they all have alibis.  There is one thing I know for sure, it's the breath that goes to and fro, the place relatives come to greet, to know where the humble street. 

They place they choose not to go, is the place where does God know. It's the home to everyone, and we need to come on home.  My life is here to love everyone, and I need to have a gun (put a hole inside of them to travel to the know, for space is the place to know God in the wind), to shoot them all in the head, so they will bleed and know the truth. 

It's like children everywhere who are angry for all the stares.  But they don't even say hi, for they think I will be nice.  And if love is coming there way, they don't know what to do or say.  What makes them all run away?  What makes me want to be the friend?  But I know I must go on, because the setting sun does rung (ring my bell of freedom to descend down evolution's chain, souls journey).

We are here but only twice, once the body and the soul.  And we seem to go different ways, to learn about love and how to slave (servant to all).  We are here to be within, the heart of you and in the wind.  And I have but one will to know, it's the heart of all who come and go.

The days are long and I don't know why, because I want to let it in.  But somehow, it's seems so long, when my relatives don't come along.  They want nothing to do with me, because I seem to love their view. And we need each other to win, and I want my sun to begin.  (rising sun, the great light of wisdom, when the red and blue roads cross, we do what we say, as an elder to the world).

There is one point I want to make, it's the holler of goodness sake.  I must shout to let them in, to know of glory that's in the wind.  There are days that come real soon, and I will need them to be all true, because only the meek shall win, for it's written in the wind.


Heart song of "Veronika Tears of Holy Flight"
Sung by white buffalo calf woman, your twin deer mother





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