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! 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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Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Place the Buffalo Roam, the Heart that Blows in the Wind

The Place the Buffalo Roam, the Heart that Blows in the Wind
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Give me a hand where the buffalo (four sacred directions of our holy temple) roam (journeying over the rolling hills, or waves of light), and my heart (trust the soul), will know what is right.  Give me some hope to endure all these slopes, where the shadows (heavenly dark who are yet to bee pure) are learning to pray.  Oh give me a home, a place where my heart can endure (time of collision course, which light and dark must unite). I have but one wish, to be hard and be stiff (stand my ground), when it comes the heart of the soul.

I will be there for my land, to be proud and make it a stand.  I will gift them my life.  I will offer them twice, in order they may find their true way.  Oh heal all of my bones.  Give me the place where I need to roam.  My heart knows the way, if I trust all I do and I say.  The place where my loins (muscles that propel me forwards) know the way.

Come and give me the rooms (house of paradise for each soul), the place, where my heart wants to bloom.  I say, "don't do that", and I say, "look at you brat", but I know you are my child, who I need so (you are my relative, who I must love and show the way, the law of love, the red road).  Tell me what do you know (trust your soul)!  Tell me how will you grow (blossom and bee-dream of the impossible flight- who you are)!  I love you so much, that my heart must bless and show (the law of love), and the way of eternal has no sin.

Run like the Buffalo Wind (the tools of the rainbow lights, the sacred four directions, that allows the soul to bee free).  Offer the heart with a string (strands of light, that weave together to make a cloth, the blanket of land we do roam, the blanket that keeps us from the cold).  Bind to your soul.  Jump up to the know (trust your soul), where all the dreams come and do flow.  We are the place that lies within (the soul lives, our heaven, when we bless the way, as sacred beings we are, gratitude shows the way).  We are the heart of the wind (House of the Rising Sun, the Lakota Heart in all of us, when we learn how to claim our souls).  Come dance with me, let the world see our glee, and all will know it's time to come home.  Whisper, "I love you sow".  Let's plow the earth (plant the seeds of love) and watch it grow.  Let's bee (dream the impossible dream of our souls) the heart of glee.  Let's find a will to flee (freedom or happiness within verses chained to the railings or no happiness within), into the heart of the running buffalo (free to migrate with our souls, evolve), who are free (on the great migration homeward into the third phase of evolution, where the dreams come true).

 
Sacred Song Blessing for Wandering Sole's Flesh (Wandering Sole Reflection Pool, your Calf that Chides) and sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother.

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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!



Fire Purification


There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills.  I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up.  We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sacred Blessings in a Dream




It's the dream that takes us home, to the place, we do come from, when our hearts know it's time to go home. The days are long, and we endure, to find eternity in the clear, because we are the standing tree of life, that lives on, in a song. Come let's dream and sing out loud. Come on dance upon a cloud. Come and bee (the impossible dream we do live) the heart of all the sacred leaves, just you and me. And I know we are part of the plan, where paradise makes a stand, we are young at heart no matter what our age, we are from the sacred space. Let us bless all we do, to make it all come living truth, the road to happiness, does come inside our hearts, we bow to impart. A dream come true!



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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!

Monday, February 22, 2010

Yesterday's Story Tells Me to Run, Greetings to the Awesome Sun!


White Buffalo Calf WomanWhite Buffalo Calf Woman White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, the heart of always coming to spring (forth). Here I come to run under the sun, dreaming screaming, the sun does goes on. I am pulling the plow to know the way, the storage of yesterday. I am the soul, who runs and plays, because I struggle for always. Take me to the land of love, where there is understanding of the doves. Let peace foretell the path of love, where I will be the standing on the law of love. There inside, I will be proud, my heart will bee going ever so mad, but inside my madness, I do claim, the heart of those, who came yesterday. My heart is going round and round, and I will know the living miles. I dream and sleep upon these shores, so I can know even more. 

Come and rescue me this day, the soul does long for yesterday. But now my flesh, pulls me towards the sun, where I must open all the halls of the lungs. I breath, to know the law of love. I breath to know of yesterday. My ancestors long to bee my heart, to show me a way, to live my part. Bee (the impossible dream) sacred. Give a way. Live my song of yesterday. Hold on. Give me the song, there I will know what is right and wrong. There I am, standing on the day, when I will be the heart of all the laws. Yesterday, leads me into a new time, where all will be a riding time. Over the rolling hills, and into the sun. I go to you, to be higher than the sun. And soon my madness shall turn to the world, to know I am the star, that left this earth. And now I come home from yesterday, to bee (the impossible dream) the heart of always.


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!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Blossoming Petals Teaches "I Am" and Holiness David Teaches "We Are"

A Song for your soul Blossoming Petals. Holiness David beats the sacred drum for you.

There comes a time when all is lost, but we don't sink away.  We learn to dance and sing again, to find a brand new day.  The coming of the host has come, when Great Spirits find their way, into our hearts we sing the song, the lullabies who sweep (cleanse) us away.

The dawning of the purification is coming into my heart.  I long to bee the heart set free, to show the world how I feel.  And I know the time is coming.  I know the sweeping of the winds, will release our souls for eternal, to find the soil that grows.

Come join my hand, and we'll make a stand, to find a world that needs love.  We offer them a place to swim, the soul in the sea of love.  Can you feel the breaking waves so real.  Can you sea, the shore of all this disease?  But we know LOVE will defeat the ache of those who need love to feel.  I know there is a calling, out to me.  I feel the sky rumbling free.  And the lightning comes, to unite our hearts, to say, we can't bee separated to be free.  WE long to be "me".

"I am", the song.  "I am", the magic of a heart. "I am", the breaking waves of eternity, the sky that sets us all free.  Come and sea the smoke arise, the pipe does speak of the soul and the flesh unite.  I know it's time to feel our rights, as soon as we find our hearts.  The soul with magic sparks.

There my children I do believe.  There is harmony within this disease. Come take my hand and feel the stand, where all does make a loving hand.  Reach into heaven and pull down a star, and realize, that's who you are.  I am here to lead you inside of yourself, just know my love will hold you tight.  I will be the thunder and it's might.



Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle.  The song and the drum did conflict.  This I only heard once before, from the One who meets the Bear.  He speaks of the story of love. Inside two inharmonious beats, we must stand to unite broken hearts.  And it's the yellow overlay, who says, "I will accept this challenge" as Yellow Chief says.  Remember, we fight for love, and it's hard work within all the conflict of today.  Holiness David continues to beat for her heart.  And he needs to sing to her, to alleviate her pain. Here the beat Harmonizes with her heart, and all is a perfect harmonious parts.


There my child, I have come to you.  I know you are in pain with a view.  You need me, I've come to save and rescue you.  My heart does have a view.  There you sea, it's only the breeze.  There you sea, my heart finds your needs.  There I am, to make a stand, to fight with you, in the heart of this land.  WE are going home, to paradise we do roam (over rolling hills).

My children, come to sea (crying) the tears that are shed for me (beloved) the sky that let's the tears cleanse our hearts.  Let is start.  It's time to be set free.  It's time to be rescued like me.  When a woman (White Buffalo Calf Woman, my wife) came to my heart and set me free, and now it's me (my soul).

The days, I long to run, free over the rolling hills with the sun.  And I am here to hold my children's hands, that's where I stand.  Inside the bustling breeze, where thunderstorms know me.  I stand with the clouds, to say, I am here, to feel and bare (bear, the star, four directions).  The days seem so long, but the night, they get along, to show me, there is so much to do. You know it's true.

I have to show you the way, because it's time to say hooray.  WE are going home this day, to fill our hearts, the magic parts.  We are the shining sea, the hearts that long to bee free, and we fight to keep us upon the rolling hills, the place that fills.  I know it's so hard each day (tears).  I know you have much to forgive to play.  I know your pain is real, that's what I feel, but I am here.

We are going home to say, that God is part of our days, the sacred calling that leads us home really soon, we need you too.  And when it's time inside (tears thunder storm) the storm, just reach into your heart and roam, inside heaven, where I will be standing there.  It's the place we need to feel.  It's the place we need it's real.  It's the tears, that set us free to know the breeze, we shall be free.

Come let us dance.  Come let us show the way.  Come let us grow like flowers in a field.  My blossoming petals they do grow, like smiles inside a sacred rainbow.  And I know you will lead the way, to say, "I'm going home" today.  Let's bee the heart without disease.  Let's be the heart, that says, it's me.  Let's be the soul, that gives us lift, into the sky, where all does drift.  We are the children of the Great Sky.  We are the winds of lullabies.  We are the whimpers of a child.  WE are the feelings that makes us go high.

My child, love all the world that comes, even Heaven inside your thundering husband.  He needs you to feel his way to the sun.  He needs you to be the strength of the sun.  And when it's all done and said, two broken hearts, that bled, will know the sun that shines again, when clouds cleanse the heart of the rest.  Reflect is a treasure,  the soul that has measure.  And that's our heaven, our souls within, the eternal knowing blowing wind.  Welcome home,  I have come to welcome you home.  And it's time we take our place, among the stars of heaven's sake.  The clouds always show us the way, to blossom and for prayers to lead the day, it's your glory, that will show the truth, that God is here, inside this noose.  But we will live.  We will dance and be eternal in the wind.  We shall be the song that sings, and God will bring in the spring.

(no drum, peace) Come let's dance.  Come let's feel and prance.  come and be a child.  and all will be worth while!


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle. 
 
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!
Warriors of the Earth  
 
 
 It's time to come home where we sing and dance, where the heart does smile. Give me a hand and we will make a stand. Into the new dawning, where the rolling hills, will blend our heart, to be paradise again. We are part of the sacred Rainbow, the Clan that does know the way! Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, we make a new land *•♫♪♪♫•* come join my hands!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Bring Me Home to Soul's Who Know, the Sacred Song Blessings!


Sacred Heart Song For Fahad

Here I go down rolling hills, my heart glows to make it through the snow (crystalline stone river).  I know it's times like this, my heart needs to have more than a miss.  I need the relatives, who's hearts, are like my soul.  Can you God bring me home to the heart of those who know.  I long for a place, to bring my soul, into God's grace.

Give me comfort for what I need, to share the gifts of all the leaves (relatives on the tree of life).  Give me eternal love, that takes me over the fire's glow.  Come on home to my soul.  Where the heart always knows.  Gift me comfort before a roaring flame, where the song, does always bring.

Take my hand, and I will be there.  I will always have a stare (vision with a heart).  I seek with a heart so pure, into the land, where God endures. Hold me, to other shores.  Keep me inside the place I will endure.  I need hope for better days.  I need others to pray.

Thee is much in the world, I do know.  There is much for my sisters to grow.  There is much for my brothers to know.  And my love, it will show the flow. Give me more to sing.  For the days, and the nights, they do bring, suffering in all I do, because others they don't have a view.  Give me strength for the days.  Hold my hand, and I will pray.  We are going to be God's again, when we dream of times without sin.

There I will go into my heart, I will start to be a part. I will go to where I am needed, because it's the will of God that does shed it's blood (suffering for others, the Red Road, the law of love, the fire of purification that brings them home).  I can open the doors, because I know it's means so much more.  I glow for everyday, because I know God is here to display (rainbow colors of the mighty land, where the people and our relatives do make a stand).  Rainbow land, the place, I stand.

sung by white buffalo calf woman, tears I share with you...for the heart of Fahad

Tears abounding for there is much fear (hatred all around me).  I know the land of love, will come as soon, as we shed, the hating heart, those who don't have a heart, teach them to forgive my love, teach them of love.  Hold them my Great Father's love, Great Mother hold them in your heart.

Holiness David Running Eagle has sent love to you and surrounding!

القلب المقدس للحصول على الأغنية فهد


هنا أذهب إلى أسفل التلال ، يضيء لي قلب لجعله من خلال الثلج (البلورية الحجر النهر). أنا أعلم أنها لمثل هذه الأوقات ، قلبي يحتاج الى اكثر من ملكة جمال. أنا في حاجة إلى الأقارب ، والذين في قلوبهم ، مثل روحي. يمكنك جلب لي الله المنزل على قلب أولئك الذين يعرفون. أنا طويل للحصول على مكان ، لتقديم نفسي ، في نعمة الله.

أعطني الراحة لماذا أنا بحاجة ، لتبادل الهدايا لجميع الأوراق (الأقارب على شجرة الحياة). تعطيني الحب الخالد ، أن يأخذ لي على النار في توهج. يأتي على منزل في روحي. حيث قلب يعرف دائما. هدية لي الراحة قبل لهب طافوا ، حيث الأغنية ، لا تحقق دائما.

يأخذ بيدي ، وسوف أكون هناك. وسوف يكون دائما التحديق (الرؤية مع القلب). أسعى مع ذلك القلب النقي ، في الأرض ، وعند الله باق. عقد لي ، إلى شواطئ أخرى. يبقي لي داخل المكان الأول يدوم. أحتاج الأمل لأيام أفضل. ولست بحاجة الآخرين ليصلي.

اليك كثيرا في العالم ، وأنا لا أعرف. هناك الكثير لأخواتي في النمو. هناك الكثير لإخوتي أن نعرف. وحبي ، وسوف تظهر التدفق. أعطني أكثر في الغناء. لأيام ، وليالي ، فإنها لا تجلب ، والمعاناة في كل ما تفعل ، لأن الآخرين ليس لديهم وجهة نظر. أعطني القوة لأيام. عقد يدي ، وسأصلي. نحن ذاهبون إلى الله مرة أخرى ، عندما كنا نحلم مرات من دون خطيئة.

هناك سوف أذهب إلى قلبي ، وسوف أبدأ في أن تكون جزءا. سأذهب إلى حيث أكون أنا هناك حاجة ، لانها ارادة الله التي لا تسلط انها الدم (لمعاناة الآخرين ، والطريق الأحمر ، وقانون الحب ، نار تنقية أن يجلب لهم المنزل). أستطيع فتح الأبواب ، لأنني أعرف أنه يعني أكثر من ذلك بكثير. أنا توهج للاليومية ، لأنني أعلم أن الله هو هنا لعرض (ألوان قوس قزح من الأراضي الأقوياء ، حيث الشعب وأقاربنا لا يتخذوا موقفا). قوس قزح الأرض ، والمكان ، وأنا أقف.

سونغ من امرأة بيضاء الجاموس في ربلة الساق ، والدموع أنا أشاطركم... لقلب فهد

الدموع ليزخر هناك الكثير من الخوف (الكراهية كل من حولي). وأنا أعلم أرض الحب ، وسيأتي في أقرب وقت ، ونحن تسلط ، وكره القلب ، وأولئك الذين لم يكن لديك القلب ، ونعلمهم أن يغفر لي الحب ، نعلمهم الحب. عقد لهم عظيم لي محبة الآب ، الام العظمى عقد لهم في قلبك.

القداسة ديفيد الجري النسر ارسلت الحب لك والمحيطة بها!


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!
 
Warriors of the Earth  
 



We are Oneness, God's children, I have sung! I love you through all your pain, let your prayers seek you in the heart of rain...

نحن وحدانية ، أولاد الله ، لقد غنيت! أحبك من خلال كل ما تبذلونه من الألم ، واسمحوا صلواتكم تسعى أنت في قلب المطر...




"صباح الخير " (rising sun)

for the day of reckoning is near, come let's sing and dance, to praise, to be without fear


there beyond the hills we do grow, the heart of those who know.

Which Way Do I Run? Is it To and Fro, the Dance of Love?

My life is overcome, which way do I run?  I know all is fun if I run.  If I cry.  If I run.  Come and hold my hands.  I will understand.  God is everyone, come let's dance and have some fun.  Glory Bee the day, when my love, saves your way.  I will hold your hand.  And I will make a stand.

It's the heart that runs.  It's a farm that leads the way.  It's the glory of the day, when the sun finds the way.  Come my darling, hold my hand.  I will be hear, to make a stand.  I will long for better days.  I will run and play. You seem to walk away.  But I know your glory is to play.  I know you have much to say, just come here and save the day. 

My love where do you go? I am the perfect snow (crystalline stone river of perfection, where love flows). I will hold your hands.  I will always understand.  Yesterday is far-a-way, but you need to forgive that day.  Yesterday I needed you sow (planting the seeds of love), but you did not glow (the flesh did not carry out the heart).

Today, I will follow you.  Today, I will have a new view.  Today, I grow inside your view.  We are going home to stay.  Glory Bee, the new devoted way.  Glory Bee, my heart can say, I will love you eternally. I will always find thee.  Now is the time, to glue to mine.  Now it's time to find the time.  Now it's time to give your heart.  I will make it start. 

Go ahead and hate my glow (flesh).  Go ahead and hate the flow (soul).  But I will be here anyway.  I will love you through the day.  I will be tomorrow's breeze.  I will love for eternity.  I will always hold your hand, because God always makes a stand. Because God "here I am".  Because I am, the loving hand......


Sacred Heart Song for Grandmother Dives From the Sky, our Two Foot Club, sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, sacred drumbeat by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand.
 
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!



Fire Offers Purification
 

Each day, the heart flows generously to the open hand, God billows sails for us to flow, and when we reach our portal of space, what is divine grace, but the heart of an open door, who allows us to be who we are, where we go and flow.  Where we come to greet the rising sun.  Where we worship the Great Stream, as we are part of this dream.  Blessings every day, offering fire in all we do and say.  WE do gift the purified stream, where the water cleanses every thing.  My relatives I do dream, that I am your heart and the spring.  Here you can come to drink, and know you are the truth of love.  Come and hold my hand.  Come and I will understand.  Come and bee (impossible dream realized) with me, and we shall fly into divinity.  Let us bee, the dreams unfold.  Let us bee the heart untold (to utter).  Let us sing, to know Angel songs, that our heart, wants to come out from our hides and bee told.
Mother Gives Birth to Joy with Pain and Suffering, the Law of Love
Western Shore
Four Sacred Directions

Prayer to Heaven and Earth, the Nine Sacred Directions each time a fire is lit, including the Pipe! To the East and the West. To the North and the South. To the Up and the Down. To the Sacred all around. To the heartbeat and breath (in and out), I gift all my sacredness. I receive my life for thee. Forever in the breeze!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Health Take the Stride of Loving Blessed Ways!

A blessing song for your health, inspired by Leslie,
the Violet Warrior Priestess who always offers blessings to us all.

Bless the ground I walk upon, to guide me the right way!  All the air, that flows to me, I say, I offer prayers.  And when the bloom begins to grow, let the wind come on in, for I am here to offer more, the song of yesterday. 

Tomorrow brings my heart to sing, to find a better way.  There is the song of hope I sea, I feel it coming my way.  But what does tomorrow bring if I don't dance and sing. I know that path is longing last, for kinsmen who come my way.

I bless the heart that flows with a beat. I bless the sky to play.  I bless my sweeping eyes to part, a loving living way.  And when the others walk away, I bless their soles again.  With each step, I offer them the best, the purification day.

And when I bless the world tonight.  I bless the waters too. Come home to me, from inside the breeze, and hold my head up deers.  There in my plight, I live my might, to be tomorrows bloom, for I know God blesses me true, when I bless all I do.

Come hold my hand.  Come dance and stand upon the  rolling hills.  There I make a stand, to voice my world, the sound of calling looms.  We weave a heart, united cost, to bring us home again.  There is a world, who need us now, we bless them come home soon.  WE bless the sacred broom. 

Sweep the room, bring up the dust, and purify all the rain.  I know the world needs more than bleed, they need loving games to bloom.  It's joy in the world, they need to learn, to play and have gratitude.  I bless my feet to meet and greet, my relatives everywhere.


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman



Fire Offers Purification
 

Mother Gives Birth to Joy with Pain and Suffering, the Law of Love
Western Shore
Four Sacred Directions

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!

We who are free and need some relief understand the blessing in the breeze.  Each day set yourself free, with the fire blessing (sage, incense, herbs or even gas, as any fire will do, with the blessing you imbue)  that relieves disease, the hearts of those in the breeze. 

Monday, February 15, 2010

Ms. Moore Looks For Love in Her Dreams and Stands on Mother Earth


Ms. Moore (black woman, yellow person, the dreamer of tomorrow, the dance of joy), had much pain and sorrow, however, when I blessed her, she blessed me back as she walked away! I had to sing her song, to soothe her soul, to alleviate her suffering.

Come let's dance and have a good time, the last thing we need is to take a chance (play it safe).  The heart and it's bounty is going to bee (the impossible dream), the heart of all those who need.  Come and bee the heart that deserves (Godliness), the place of going desert (dry and barren, without - suffering for others, the law of love, to fill up the evolution's call).  I have to say, my heart needs a way (faith to believe), to gift all the signs away (blindness, not vision of a heart, because the dreams of promise this day, don't seem validate to substantiate, denial because of so much pain, she doesn't realize how great her heart is, the gift of love, who suffers for thee, the place, Mothers believe, "It's gonna be better tomorrow, you'll sea-saying, just trust the Good Lord, it's on the way!", trusting the flesh-doing).  There is oneness inside my heart, but others they don't see it this way (I want to trust my soul, and walk my flesh, the united sun, that shines, the yellow glowing divine).  And I need love to protect all the doves (children of God), the heart of the loving ways. 

There is wisdom where all the world turns, the place I go to be right (reflection).  And when I turn to be with the place (One with God in prayer), the hand of God holds my hand, in place (it's alright, I am here).  I hold the hand of God in the face (my eyes, can sea and have faith).  I know it's hard, to be a good soul.  It's hard to be the one who needs to solve the way (Mother Nation, who must solve the injustices of the world, as Mother always imparts, wisdom of the flesh, "act the right way").  And when it's hard, my love is the way, to find the soul that portrays.

There is a desert (a place to fill up, the Mother's heart, that suffers for all, the child needs me to survive, the place of purification to bee alive), that needs to be bare (tears).  My heart knows no other way.  And I will long to be with your song (united with others hearts), because I need to love your day.  Come hold my hand (unity).  Come be the stand (for what is right, justice upon the land).  Come raise, the hand of God (believe in the light-flesh).  Reach up, reach up, and find the soul that stands (united with the flesh), upon the rolling hills (unified soul and flesh, the rising sun, where abundance is known, for all the land).  There I go to be with all the fills (empty cups, for springs of water to fill up).  I am the legion the honor that stands.  Come let my soul find a will (flesh to house the way) (tears).

I long to hold you, I long to be your light (dream), the servant who finds a new way.  Come be the dance, that shows us a new way, the last of the mighty hand (the warrior who is true, and blue of me and you).  Oh (flight of the soul to bee free) yes indeed.  The heart of the mighty land (the flesh, that brings us delight).  There is one place, there is one stand, the heart who blesses the way (righteous acts).  I come to bee (impossible dreams, that flies), the land with a dream (for all, I dream, as way to survive).  I have to make a stand, oh yes, I do, because it's God's command
(righteousness).

We are the magic of mountains in the Earth, but none can see it this way,  The black man (Mother Nation) knows, it's long and arduous ways, but I know it's Mother's Earth.  The woman (law of love), who lends us this girth (with her children).  A woman who longs to be part of this song, I reach to the hands of God (to and fro).  I find my heart, needing rescue this day, because I'm the solid dirt (forgiving, soil of Mother Earth, where seeds can grow, to know the dream unfold).   Oh yes, I am (yellow person, who dreams, the delights of this land, the precious children at hand).  Because I am the solid dirt, Mother Earth, the place I make a mighty stand.

There is a judgment (righteousness), there is a place to grow (plant the seeds).  There is a warrant out for me (a black woman, not free from persecution, reason warrants it
, "the end justifies the means", implies a covenant to make good, being chased ).  (Even though) I seek and I wander, to speak the good ways, the vibes that make me dance.  Oh yes, it does, the vibes (the golden rolling hills), that make me dance (to deliver freedom within to without).  I am the woman (law of love), who reaches in this land, to make the heart of the girth (dreams come true).  The one place, we are Mother Earth.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, for the Heart of Ms. Moore, with a Girth, the law of the seed, that grows with delight, as it reaches out for the light. An empty cup is a vessel to receive!

Warriors of the Earth  



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!

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