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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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Mark the Blue Star Kachina Tells Us to Notice Glory Everyday!

image: The Hopi word sakwa literally means “blue-green”, or “turquoise.” The photos of Comet Holmes clearly show this particular color. In Hopi cosmology this color symbolically represents the intercardinal direction of southwest. From the Hopi perspective of their villages, the San Francisco Peaks lie to the southwest. These are the sacred snowy mountains where the katsinam, or spirit messengers, live for half of the year. The Hopi term sakwi, by the way, means “worn out,” “broken down,” “ruined” or “destroyed”. The Mayan word sak, on the other hand, means “white”.

Everyday, I do sing, the song of heaven, that come into me.  But others don't seem to notice me, even when I'm on my knees (sacred prayer).  Glory happens everyday, wonder how to make a display.  There is only one thing to do, and that's to make love to you.  I step into your heart, it's true.

All the time. I do sing, the message of heaven in the spring (dawning), but songs have a way of falling each day (from heaven to earth).  I wonder what happens along (the way), when other seem to go wrong?  What must they do to find comfort in you.  Looking into a heart of gold.  I wonder soldiers, do we have fables, or are we walking home so bold?  Which way do you go?

And there are times, when all is blind(ing). It's shines so bright, it's out to excite, the song from you, it seems to be all true. I feel it in the night, the house that offers me light, the song I sing for you.  Let's go and have a view.  There is what we need, come listen to me.  I want you to know it's true.  Do you have a sacred view?

It's time to dance, and even romance for days gone by.  We walk into the light.  And there we shine from within, to gain a world without sin (heavenly dreams).  I seek a home I pray, always looking for a better day. There we go again, making the same wrong turn, or is it heaven's return?

When do you see stars at night? I look up without any fright.  And my heart is looking for you, when you know how hard it's to view, the walking right into you?  There was a time, when all was blind. We walked in faith, not to erase.  But we did live, with a heart that gives.  And it's for you and me, the place we sing of liberty.  Our days gone by.  WE listen to yesterdays lullabies.  It's time for us to awaken, to songs of heaven sung, every day, all the ways, when we live our lives.  We romance the stars, and butterflies.

We romance, the God of our lives.  We are part of the need, the refuge who bleed, because we know God, the heart of the small (soul elders).  It's what we learn to do, to bring hearts home to true.  It's a way to believe.  It's what we need to conceive.  It's the light, that you gift to me.  I say, you are the greatness so small.  But what I aim to bee, a dream, just like thee, learning to love from my heart indeed.

I do step into the true.  I walk on home to even you.  There is a place of truth, when you are believing true.  My heart always longs to be with you.

Holiness David Running Eagle drums and White Buffalo Calf  Woman sings for the heart of Mark, the blue star kachina man. His rainbow colors are violet (voice and army of God, the high priest), green (spiritual embrace, reflective crystal, one river), yellow (dreams tomorrow), gray (dream space, Grandmother space). 

Mark Shares a Heavenly Song for the World, the Blue Star Storm, Where the Kachina (medicine) Is Norm!

Come Hopi, come Shoshone, come Mayans and Mamos!  Upon this sacred vein, the white men came, Upon this Wild Land, along came his band, Andebichi Woho Nee Bide Pe, Who are They, Who are We? We are Nabidengehdaigwahni!
All Our Relations We Are Peacemakers To!!! When Upon these veins of Blue. Upon these veins where copper Bliss, When they mixed these people, and they Kissed, Forming this blue Turquoise Stone, You Shoshone, are not Jewelers Borne.  Trade off your stones, Shoshone.
We are the White Buffalo Bright Day (Dainah) that Hold the Sun, We Are the Graspers of the Sands of Eternal Time, Released to the Wind, The directions of Semme, Wahatehwe, Bahaitee and Watsewite!!!! 
Come Hopi, come Shoshone, come Mayans and Mamos!

Find this White Turquoise stone, Who did not blend with the Iron, that took Your Green Home! We made it Green, this Turquoise blend, The strangers made a promise, and claimed to be Your Friends~~~Taking land, breaking contracts and deeds, Banishing you to exile, You Will Be Free Again!

Who took the power?  These men of iron Shall Compromise! We Will Sing to The Creator, to the Dabai (Arabic for medicine) of Sun!

The Bright Day (Dainah) comes for Wa'ipi (Second Mesa), she is his Muh. This Reality of this Oneness, To Restore the Land that was Taken! Come Father Sun, and Mother Earth, Restore the Lands of These Ancestors, from when the Iron Came.  Blue Turquoise and Green, in the Dry Creek. The White Turquoise of Your Seed has Been Found! Do you long for Copper and Iron free? 

Unite This WE ALL TURQUOISE Shall Sing!
We Bear this Staff of the Buffalo Skull, We Hold the Dabai (Arabic for medicine) in Our Hands, To the Winds of the Four Directions, We Release These Sands!  Flow Your Joy of BAA! Do the Sacred dance of Sun!
Unite O Shundahai, Till We Are All The ONE! 
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The Hopi Blue Star:Comets, Supernovae, and the Coming Catastrophe - Comment left January 7, 2008
Four years ago I had a dream that Venus was crashing to earth (2004). I could smell smoke in my nostrils after the crash and I felt that I was now enlightened and nothing would be the same again. I knew this was a most significant dream.

I was puzzled about this dream because I thought it absurd that Venus would crash. But then four years later I investigated the blue star mystery and found out that there is an asteroid which has blue dust in its craters and is called Eros. I immediately knew that this was the ‘planet’ I dreamt about because Eros is the god of love while Venus is the goddess of love. Such cross-referencing is very typical of the dream language. So it is more likely that this asteroid will endanger earth rather than Venus or any other blue heavenly body. Reply from  Lyndel Thomas September 27, 2008 at 11:16 am

I am a Sun Dance
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!

1 comment:

  1. 郁如郁如 said...
    Beauty, unaccompanied by virtue, is as a flower without perfume. July 16, 2010 6:06 PM

    梁淑娟梁淑娟 said
    Liang Shujuan Liangshu Juan said
    Never hesitate to hold out your hand. Do not hesitate to accept other people and never out of hand. July 19, 2010 1:47 AM



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