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!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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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!
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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Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Land on the Other Shore, Numinous Heaven

And How about you my Indigo Warrior, who's dedication matches my own!

Your Song today...for John David Hope

Down in the Valleys where it seems so cold. I want to see if they can go and get sow bold. How will I get them to pick up their feet, when I have so many feet to please their needs. I think they will happen if they could only grow, the way of the music that we all do know. The sound of the heart of heaven's flow. It's where I belong today, the bell of know (ing liberty).

Why can't they find the way, so early in the days, when more is coming I'm sure it's said. But how will we find the way if we don't speak up? And how will they know where to pick up their hearts? But if they can find the love that's in their mind, then maybe they could find the living time. The land that we feel, the land that we sea, the land on the other shore, the beautiful breeze. When will they come home to the land that's over grown, where plenty is the way of the world, the place that is known. And I have but one whish and it's to fly free and to know all my brothers in the breeze.

sung by white buffalo calf woman, your twin deer mother


I Bless Myself and I Bless the World