White Buffalo Calf Woman Returns to Bring Life, the Sacred Blessings Tonight!

For Robert "Please say a special prayer for Robert (the star brings us near, the "bright flame" that glows, Grandfather Light). He awaits your return."

Beloved Sun, when does the bow bend, to know the gift of love has returned.  We seek the heart, that longs to greet, the Rainbow and devoted suns.  Daughters gift the law of love, the stand for what is right.  Do you not see, what blows in the breeze, the heart of everyone.

Come and love the sounds of birds, the singing of delight.  The green grass tells everyone, that the bounty is coming soon.  But if we seek without in the world, we miss what's just right inside, the heart, that knows and always glow, to bring us home again.

There is much to bring us down, but if we allow this plight to make our rooms, we miss the halls of tears that shout, a dream is on the other side, a place for us to hide, inside the halls of great. We are the image of so much to speak, yet, we can't find our way, because we think, that it's out there, but wisdom speaks from in hear.

My love, you are walking divine, when you trust what is blind (vision of your heart instead), and we can find the halls of great, when we trust in faith.  God speaks to the little children out there, does not your heart know the song?  For Great Spirits, they call us their children, the hope for everyone.  And heaven is the Song of Angels, where they collide, with lights that glow, and we can offer heaven, the sanctuary down below.

What we need is love this day, the truth, not, what we do not say, but what we do is what we say, to show the perfect way.  The unity of the soul and flesh, the red road and the blue (road), they tell us we are the rising sun, the path of no return.  And why would we want to go back when the circle of life continues on?  We are here as children, to be the rising sun.

Dance in your dreams and open your heart to all that is plight, know your tears feed the bounty of fears, that need an embrace tonight.  We are the ones we have been waiting for (tears), and now we must realize, to claim the hearts within the dark, the blessings, that purify.

Now my child, remember for awhile, the song, that gifts you love.  You are the majesty that longs to be heard, the river of tears, that smile.  It's a Rainbow, do you not sea, the heart, that feels this majesty?  I say, my love, get down on the knees and pray, to know, that's what we teach our children today, that we are but a moment in time, and we need treasure even the blind, for it's the song, that feeds all the nines (nine sacred directions), the halls of the divine. 

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, Elder Christal person, wakan iyes(h)ka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drumbeat by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, Elder Lavender person, holy fire who binds us together, sacred deliverance!

Nine Sacred Directions:
Up1 and down2 and all around3, north4 south5 east6 and west7, bring us to the very best.  the heart beat8 (flowing) and the breath9 (flight), show us the rolling hills, the nest.  offer the sacred fire of smoke, to bring the heart, the light of hope.

For Glen (a narrow valley between hills, where the rivers flow, where the heart does feel and know, Grandmother Dark) "Many thanks, the sacred song blessings do dance"

Which way does the wind blow, I say, my heart speaks to know, but so many they don't flow, because they look away.  I know they need wisdom, but they must seek to find, and how do I reach them if they walk so blind.

There is so much waiting, for me and you come soon.  I know my heart is full of hope, the dreams, that drive us home.  The wailing of our Mothers, the Sisters who wait for love, and My love is waiting, to bring home the cooking dove (purified child).  I say, my love is waiting, to show us the wails of delight, because I am calling to the halls, those in plight.

I want to be a hero.  I want to be the Chief.  But so many they don't listen, to the old man, who sits like a crow (the grandmother space, many doors to destiny, where the spider does weave, the sacred blanket of life).  And it's here inside my heartbeat.  It's here, that I want to know, which way does the sun turn, when my heart does ember and glow? 

They seek magic every moment, but they don't realize, that they alone are the magic, that part that does collide (heavenly soul and earthly flesh).  I want my hands to bow with them, to hold them when they are weak, but they run away from my love, when do the Angels sing? 

Can't God know I'm waiting? (Great Spirits willing) Don't they see, that I am here? (tell me a tale) I want to be the heart of leaves (relative on the tree of life), to show them relief.  I sing to heaven above me, the sky that holds my tears.  I sing to the bellows below me, the shadows who bless so pure.  And I united the heavens with earth, to bring them home to me, the song of Angels blow within, I can feel it's whole girth.

Wake up, my children, look out from within.  Look out for heaven is coming.  And you will see, the size of a pea, that will bolt the stars into your life.  Hang on to your salvation.  Hold me close, I know you won't fear, because it's the song of Brotherhood, that will save us all here.

So much plight.  So much to drive away from fright, yet I know, that all that glows, is wisdom coming home.  Trust our tears, and never fear, but ask, and seek what is right, then all will be the rushing river, that gifts the halls of justice tonight (heaven knows, who does glow, the light from within, does show from without in their deeds).

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother and devoted servant, who sends sacred blessings tonight!

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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!