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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Friday, July 30, 2010

Southern Season Knows, There is a Holy Place Inside!

Come my darling, hold my hand, wishing wells do spring, gushing flowing, gifting love, that's for everything. When we share the heart of the world, there we walk in bliss. But if we don't care for love, then we really miss, the embrace and the kiss.  Sow instead come near my heart.  Sow instead of grieve.  But if the tears follow you, then God will understand your leaves (branching out towards relatives), the heart that really needs. It's time for God to fill our lives, with what we really seek. It's a heart that longs to cling, to God's beloved heart. We are getting so much pain, because we feel it's true, the heart of me and you.

I gather to the ends of time, to feel what lies within.  And where you go, I do not sin, because it's love that glows. Fill your heart with emptiness, the silence of a kiss.  Know it's what lies worshiping, the heart that longs of bliss.  The heart that finds the kiss. We do sail from sea to sea, to join in majesty.  We are going home this day, when we do learn to play.  Come joy, dance with me today.

There we find an open road, the sails do believe.  And a heart is looking for, the needs we do believe.  Come and take my hands today.  Come and feel the waves.  We are going to ecstasy, when we learn to play.  My heart gushes for your love, the seas (all of God's wind) that seem so blind (not knowing).  But if we follow the inside out, there we are like the mouse, squeaking to cling (to life). Speaking in the winds of time.  We are where the heart does flow, the heaven's that seem so blind (glaring light from within, that shines), but full of love, that's mine.

There is time for all our fears, but love will sail away.  If we choose the loving path, then we know what to say.  It's God's road, it's the red road, it's the law of love.  And if you don't think God does rule, then you are not in the show, just think all your blow (waste of a good breath).  Instead find a wave, that clings to your heart.  Instead find a harp to sing, to know glory of God.  We are going to magic lands, where we need to find, the soul of love is in everything, where all is so much blind (a light from within, it shines).  There is a heart that is mine.

Glory to God in everyone.  Glory for all to see.  Glory is the heart of pure, the heart that disbelieves (those who understand love, know, when you are not using your heart), when you don't conceive (not believing in God, the Oneness of all things, instead you tell lies).  Birth is when we wake up.  Birth is when we believe.  Birth is the stage of time, the glory in the vine (connected together). We do sail upon the shores (realms of heaven, even upon earth), where dreams do come true.  But all you have to do this day, is long to be a prayer, sharing all that wear (age or time).  Everything has meaning.  Everywhere we go.  It's a time for glory in the devoted shore.  But if we don't know gather, then we must find the time, because we long to be with each other, Gods merry go round (evolution's pride).  The heart that never frowns (joy is known). The heart that longs to smile.

The road to heaven is purified (sacred blessings).  The road to love is glad tidings.  The road to where our hearts stand still (reverberate the inner glow), that's the peace we feel. There we go, to know other's dreams.  There we go in time.  There we go, to feel the world, when they shutter and find, the holy words are mine (and all of thine). There is sharing with pure love, when we seek the time.  There is sharing when we do care, if we choose this time.  But what we do instead of love, is often walk away.  But glory comes when we walk home, into a heart and pray.  Learn a holy sacred way.

Now I bid you peace this day.  I share my heart with you.  Tell me truly where did you go, when I sent you love?  I want to know, did you have a show, where you did not know love?  There is a holy place inside, the soul that seeks and hides.  I know it's hard to receive my love, but I will always chide.  I am here to believe in still, to bring in peace to you.  And in the emptiness you feel, I fill you up with love, the heart that feels like a glove (holding perfection of you, the perfect fit does know, the heart of gold). 



White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (crystal person) and Holiness David Drums (lavender person), for the heart of Southern Season, our Song of Heaven (green person).

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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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