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, March 4, 2010

Razor Parrot Who Clings to the Vine, Telling Us, How Far We Need to Run for Blessings in the Sun!

Sacred Song Blessings for Razor Parrot Who Clings to the Vine, telling us, how far we need to run!

There in my homeland, where the sky is blue, my heart grows fonder of this view.  I have to say, it's the green grass home, where all the suns, come running home.  I hold my head up for all to sea, but they don't really look at me. I await the days, when they know my name, "I'm the Green Grass home and I'm here to stay". 

Take my hand and follow me, where my heart will heal you into divinity.  There we shall wander upon the shores.  There my heart will follow yours.  Jump up and down, find liberty, the heart of a child, will glow and glee.  There my sins will be washed away, because I forgave all my foes yesterday.

I am going to where the Green Grass grows, where the blossoms grow and know.  Come won't you join me and have some fun, because we are already on the run.  Come and sit with me by the fire, tell me stories, that keep us wild (alive).  I know it's going to be a great big ride, over the rolling hills we do hide. Sow set sails with me, and roll away, over the horizon and glow away.  We shall set sail to know where Kingdoms lie, the place we call Paradise. 

Ho ho ho (this is the sound, that follows the low and longest wave, the Red Road, the law of love), we are on the nose (bow of the ship), the leading and breeding the place that grows.  Ho ho ho, we do know, the heart of the sailor who grows and flows.  There we are going for a great big ride, sailing seas, for the hello goodbye, but we will be back to have some real good fun, the heart always lingers and wants to run.  Ho ho ho, there we go, my heart says pitter patter (reigns and cleanses), the rainbow glows (sails).  I know you are the place I want to bee, because my love is going to be the ever glee.


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!

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