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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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Valerie Speaks of This World, Where Angels Sing Loud and are Heard

Once I came to guide the highlands, to bring the heart of the world, the "Song of hope inside of me, to bring th Song so bold.  But in my heart I hear your cries, so tearful I could break, but then I remember God is great and all my pain subsides.

I want you to know the world is here to show us the way. The heart and soul of everyone, is going to be the way.  Remember the Song so bold we ring, to show us salvation's way.  The christ is here to show the world, that Song is here to stay.  And we could follow this heart so pure if we just learn to pray.

Come be so bold, lift up your voice and let the world be song.  And we will find that everything is here to bring us home.  Can't you see?  Can't you hear, the Angels coming home?  I want you to know and all the snow (crystalline stone river that all God flows within each of us) that all God is here to stay. Just flow with tides and ebb and know that we are going home.  Just reach inside and find the star, that lifts you up to the sky.

Willingness is all we need to receive blessings everyday.  I want you to know in all the snow, that God will always survive.  Just jump on in, and give your heart and sing to the world inside, then you will be a prat of me and we will always shine.

It's the raining rainbows that come again, when tears come from your face.  And I know that all your grace is willing to come outside to play.  Just give and receive to all your needs and you will always know, that God (Oneness) is willing throughout the time, to be the Song of tears, to be the Song of tears.

The bliss of rain upon my cheeks, the rain inside the sky.  To fall upon the rolling hills for all to spring up and survive.  The bounty comes when you realize the God will always know, that I will always hold you hand, sow you may get to the other side (realms of heaven or earth). 

We are family each and everyone.  We are here to give and hold.  We need everyone, even those who don't know.  I will wait throughout my years, to give and receive the tides.  Because my love will find  a way, to be the heart of those who bold.  And I will sing on mountain tops so those who are down below, will hear the Song of Angels blue (relatives, the heart of me and you), the heart of everyone, the wind, the stars the beginning of tides, the heart that always survives.

Soul Elder Valerie's Heart Song and Blessing, her sacred four directions are orange, blue, golden, gray. Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, Elder Crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter

Blessings from Valerie to the world:  I bless the waves that overflow and take me home this day.  I bless the wind that always sing to hold the songs my way.  I bless the world to know the sounds of cries in everyone.  I bless the drams that abound and fold (heaven-darkness and earth-lightness are colliding now, called evolution), who seek a better way!

Blessing from Twin Deer Mother: Valerie I bless your feet, to everywhere you flow.  I bless the heart that you give out and I bless the sacred ways.  I bless the snow (crystalline stone river) that you believe, that God will know the way.  I bless the song that angels bring, for you to know your way/say (Walkin is wakan holy flesh, the stars that need embraced, the light of hugs we give away and holding hands who need us this day.  And talkin is tankan,  the voice of the heart. To speak or say, is the heart that knows the way, the Song of Angels we do speak when blessings find our say).

To cap (the planted seed that springs to life, because she cared for the way), the knowing of the showing of Valerie's heart this day: Evolution is calling us home into Brotherhood of yesterday, the place of heaven and earth do display, the mighty rainbow way! Tomorrow brings us back again, the longing of yesterday, the future we need to bring us the tea (green leaves, the embrace of the river of flowing time, the lights of Broadway (name in lights, like stars we each are), of sitting and telling stories of yesterday.  WE plant the seeds and now it's time to harvest all we do, to bring the heart of everyone, back home into the bleu (freedom of the heart of me and you, the deep dark blue of oceans who knew, the time of all days). Brotherhood will lead us home, with yellow waves of grain, where bounty will be the norm of time, because we are going home! (third phase of evolution, heaven and earth, the marriage of time, the birth and dream come true)

Warriors of the Earth  

Douting White Rhino Mike Shows Us How to Climb Over Rolling Hills In Time

Mike ("who resembles God") the Dou(b)ting (to waver, like rolling hills in time, to seek answers) White (the four directions combined, the oneness that does shine) Rhino (the seeker into the passageway of the breath, the flesh walking upright with holiness upon the rolling hills, the crystalline stone river of time does care that,  because we need the heart of mares- the female horse is the soul of awakening, the embrace of heaven, upon the rolling hills of time), for the biggest heart how they do rung (steps to evolution), the sound of freedom comes to town, when we look upon the rhino's sound (passageway of the flesh, united as one heart to address, the law of love every time)!

Joy to you White Buffalo Calf Woman, my Twin Deer Mother..
I ask for your blessings for my sacred songs,and the way of my four directions......
for I seek the heartfelt longing to proceed in my journey on the right path to my true nature..                             ~namaste~ (the god within me recognizes the god within you)

Douting White Rhino Mike's Heart Song

Its spring along the shore, where all does grow and snare, the wisps of butterflies who do shine, the glistening every time.  I have to say, it's time, to grow and come out of time, to blossom and grow and know everything, is but a prayer a way. Let's sing!

Now it's the bloom of everything, but we don't hear the wind.  Now how do you come inside the bloom if you don't let us in?  I want to know the will, the heart of all the snails (the evolution's spiraling, as slow as time can swing).  And what does everything do, when we are part of this bloom?  We have to fall down in the wake, to find the heart of goodness sake, and lift us up into the sky, to win our hearts for open pie, the oneness we do belong this day, because we are related wind.

And what does all this mean?  I say, we must only sing.  Let our heart out.  Let the world in.  And we could be part of everything.  What must I do to win?  I say, don't you get on within the sound?  It's angels calling, don't you hear them, they come to be in the wind! It's you and me this day, but we need all to learn to pray, and if we did, then we could win, the heart of you and me. The will of man today, is lost apart and depraved, but if we look inside the soul, we could see the wave.  

Let's listen to that sound, that unites us into the crowd.  The singing and dancing, the sacred prancing, that brings our hearts to collide.  And what must I do to know?  I say, just be part of the show.  Lift up your heart and say to God, my will is thine, let us know!  I want to serve everyone, but they must want to be served.  And I can say, the days are nay, because they forgot to say yay!  What must they do to survive?  I say, they need be part of the pie, the sweet honey, that goes sting, that smarts all those who do survive (suffer for true love, for others).  The willing heart that does bring, is here to be the goodness of his name.  For Great Spirit Father, he is willing and able to be the Greatness to bring.  The law of love survives every time, because his love is abound, to overflow, to make us glow, when we pray to the wind, and we sing.

Say what, you what to survive?  And then you need be part of the show.  Bring your heart and your soul and flesh only knows, when you rise to the heights of the wind.  Give and receive everyday.  Don't forget to pray.  And when you are down, the smoke will be around, to smudge you inside the wave.  Just remember you are part of this time.  The evolution's day.  We are here to be, the same as you and me, when we work together and be slaves (servants to each other).  And what could we do if we win?  That would mean brotherhood reigns.  And we are all a part of everything that has sound, the calling of freedom that rings.

It's heaven that is coming to town.  Not what you think is a clown, but always knowing, the skills of discovering, is part of heaven's holy sound.  What makes us go inside of the free?  The longing to be in the wind.  To fly in our hearts, to be part of the flesh, who knows that rolling hills are about time.  And when my heart is freedom, I will sing to the top of my lungs.  I have but one whish to bring, the sound of everything, to know the orchestra is tuned to survive.  I say, that God willing to be  here, to travel over rolling hills, the sound of the Trumpet (heart song), the call of the Rhino (holy flesh), the willing of Gospel (teaching us love) in time.   


I Bless Myself and I Bless the World