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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Sunday, November 8, 2009

The White Light, Earth over Heaven, the Reflection

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, House of the Beloved, Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, House of the Beloved, Heart Song for Debra Swelling Mountain Calling, your Song of all Songs, House of Dan.  Painting by "Song of all Songs". Title: The White Light, Earth over Heaven, the Reflection

(Earthly low tone)
Can't wash the back of white waters, they blast the rocks into the dust.  And what does the white tell us today, the shining beloved devoted way.  It's bright like a star that aches in the night, but I have to shine, even during all plight.  And when the devoted come walking towards me, I can be the open hearted sea.

There is a discovery I can sea, the heart of Angels that follow me.  I want to be where the river flows in the heavens where everyone knows.  Can you see the heart of majesty?  Can we fly over the yonder to be free.  I say, why don't you look out for me to sea, the will of the Angels that hide inside of me. 

The brightness of flowers that grow and grow and grow, they color the sky, with so much display I want to die.  There is so much out there, and so much to sea, that my eyes, can deceive me in all that color that comes to me.  And what does rainbows, do for me each day, but bring me the many colors, to say hello today.  I want you to know the magic of the buoyancy of the leaves, when they float down river, inside the hull of me.

And I say, don't you believe it, the many drudgery, because it;s a mask on the many who don't sea.  And I say, they know happiness if they choose to believe, instead they find death inside the heart of mine.  What dies and comes forth is the sight and sounds of free.  The place of purity, the place that sets you free. and If you want youth and song of liberty, then you can fly to paradise and let the song run free.

(Changing to heavenly high tone)
Come be with angels the song that sets you free.  And I will always be there to show you thee.  The great light of white light, the kind that sets you free, the glory of music in all we do and see.  Come and shine your song.  Come and be loud and strong, come and show the world, what we need to be full.  Come and make a heart, let it shine us not apart. But bring us home to each others heart, to be with Angels who never part. 

Come home to be with thee, the white light that sets you free.  the dream land, where all is bright, the light of God's home, the light of dawn.  Can't you feel the stream and glow.  Can't you recognize all you know?  I know you have a mighty heart?  Why don't you trust all that you feel?  Feel your heart and let is shout.  Feel your song and let it out.  Be loud and strum a beat.  And let the world know, you are complete!  come and be the shining star, the white light that brilliantly stars, the white light that leads you home, the shining of the darkness glow.  From within, my heart does know.  From within, the breath does glow.  And I will sing, the might song.  And I will bring all along.

Show me rivers in the air.  Show we tigers in despair.  Show me hearts that never wane and we will start to play again.  We know rivers live in the clouds, and even tigers get worn out and our hearts well they forever wane, but we will start to play again.   Come and be the mighty yell, the song of calling, Angels in despair and we will say, God has come to save the day, to save the SUN. 

Warriors of the Earth  

Heart of Regina Sings of Thunder that Seeds the Rainbows, the Tears of Cleansing, the Joy We Feel

Thunder grows inside my heart, and why doesn't every body part, into the revelations to be free, but devoted in the heart of thee.  which way yonder do I see blue, the mighty ocean in front of you.  I can open the doors to see, the many many discoveries, that long and wait for me. 

The thunder grows and blossoms pure into the rainbow land, where I adore.  Can you visit me, when you go down stream, will you pull up a chair and visit with me. I say rainbows don't come here everyday, but I await them to show up on any day.   and I feel the thunder grow inside of me, oh way (wave) tell me so much sorry (sorrow) don't you sea.

It's out there, waiting on the deep blue sea.  I tell you, we have to be a part of thee.   And I see you, drawing fom the well to be, nourished and filled up with bleessings for free. Can't you see, the waves crashing down on me.   And I ride the river flowing as a breeze.  And I feel the wind blowing on my back, to see the river of knowing come crashing on my back.

And the thunder oh the mighty thunder, I feel so complete.   Yet in the river, where all the flowing waters go, I rarely see the rainbow.  Come and stand with me a little while.  I will be with you in a few short while.  Come and rest your feet alittle while.  Come and have some brunch and smile a little smile.  And when you tell your song, oh the wonders of the world.   I say to you, we are going to have a little spell.  The clouds and thunder are calling can't you hear them now. I say, the water is flowing, just give them a call.

So many tears, so much pain in the world.  But I have my dog (warrior servant) with me, and we survive.   And I say, that this world will be a better day, because of people who remember to pray.   Thunder, oh the thunder, coming right now, it's small and loud.  It's going to be louder you can feel the rumble, and the sound is shorter in the call.   Thunder, lights the oceans, blue, and we feel like the rumble of truth, and below the waters deep inside, the thunders call and all does hide, to tell you, the sound is coming, the voice of angels that speak of truth. 

Thunder is the waiting, the laughter of all our shoes.  Flying and fighting, to gain control again.  And we say, the law of God is one!  And we say that love is here to pave the way, but what way?  How can we make it this way?  If we are fighting every day, and not flying to distant place.  Do we have souls inside the thunder?  Do we birth the day ahead.  In all the blatant and unforgiving, do we dream to fight the way.  To speak truth again.  To know the heart again.  The voice of angels inside our hearts, do we find prayer the way to start?  And then there is thunder, the small and loud thunder.  The rumble in the night.  The tumble in our fright.  There we roll out, on to a magical carpet.  And there we fly into the heavens.  And then we dream upon a star! (rumbling tears in heart swelling into eyes).  And our thunder carried us into the sky.   And the carpet gave us a ride.  And our tears seeded the sky.  And you know rainbows (swelling) they came out that day!  (swelling tears)  And the rainbows, that showed their display (tears) and we have a place to know, the glow of all the show.  And where we fly at night, our dreams carry us in delight.  If we remember that rainbows, always start in the thunder of the echoes.  And we fly to meet the dawning.  And we greet to meet the sunshine.   And seeds fall from above, the mighty stars that survive.  the humble and the child, where miracles are alive.  The thunder, the seeds of love that do grow.   The thunder, the place our souls they do grow and it's time to come towards the dance.  The eternal home of our land.   The motion of the stars at night, the heart of our feet in plight.  Over rolling hills we go.  Over rolling hills we go.   And into the rain we spawn our feet and our hearts find the wind to blow.

Long Pause...

Deep in the blue, there I will await you.  I will wait to the ends of the days, where my master of always.  It's the stream I know it's God.  My heart that longs and prods.  I shall be here inside the blue, the deep darkness who knows you! I await for you.  I push up to the view.  I hope you step the right way, to know God is here to stay.  I wait for you.  I wait for you.   I wait for you!  To show you thunder has a view...  I wait for you.  I say, you can dream too.  Just show up and find a way.  For God is here to stay....

Heart Song for Regina's Opera, Warrior Magenta person, Mother black nation. Woman
Title: Thunder that Seeds the Rainbows, the Tears of Cleansing, the Joy We Feel

Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, Elder Lavender Person, Father white nation. Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, Elder Crystal Person, father white child yellow nation. Woman, "Regina's Opera was not recorded, however, here the understanding was full of drama of the greatness of living. And we can never recover the song of the heart of Regina our beloved (in the wind), but we can swell our own heart being into riding the wave of contentment, towards the next joy or tears of pain that leads us, for this is the way home wards, towards the Rainbow's calling!"

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