Southern Season's Song, Springtime Brings Roses!

Tania Southern Season, on the Hoops after Google Chat. Her Sacred Song Blessings for today.

Spring time brings roses (spring is represented by a new beginning, like our evolutionary process we are entering, the dawning).  And summer brings posies (full blossom as we we enter the world of wakening).  And dreams do blow in the wind (we are all bound together, by light and dark space, like leaves upon the blue skies, the reflection of our lives). And I know it's time to be grateful because my plate is full.  And there's so much to blow in the wind.  The days seem longer, as I get along here, but I seem to miss all my relatives.  The world is much smaller (as we realize all light and dark).  The days are not longer, but I feel that my world, is coming to still (reflection of our lives).  And there inside, a place we do hide (shadows and sins do fill).  A mirror to my heart.  I want to look and shout (let it all out, to purify the night, heaven's dark, the shadows and the arks-to sail free).

There is a place you sea, that cures all ailments within me. And I know it's a great time, to be a heart that is blind (faithful shining light from within).

We do know when to feel the breeze.  We do know if we need.  We do know if we love them.  We do know if we win(d).  We do know how great we all are.  We do know that I'm mighty as a jar, holding the world inside of me.  That's how they get all swimming free.  I think I am going by, towards the heart of majesty.  And what do I do if others don't find in me, the miracles we do hide.  Why can't we all just let it out.  I want to feel my rage and shout.  I want you to glide along, with love in your heart.  Just feel the pull of me.  Inside I feel liberty.  And when you pray with me. I will find a way to survive.

God is great in everything.  And I know you always sing.  What's more, you are a love to me, because you stand in front of me.  We are relatives true, just have to look at you.  Inside my garden pure, it's a world that has all cures.

Love goes down river streams. I feel like majesty. I feed the souls of time, let us shine and shine.
Glory to everything.  Opening up our hearts that reign.  And even Spring does know, that summer is oh sow bold. And we are going to be this time, a heart that submits to nigh (those that draw nearer), only God's will it' will be, heaven's control over me.

We can find only love, when willows and true doves, find our hearts in everything, it's what will make us rain.  For tears are mighty cures.  Serving all our fears. And when we need our love, we shall only whisper in the wind.  Let us pray, God, we listen to all the tears, in the wind.  Fill them up with joy and laughter again.
 
For we do shine.
We are mighty God with light.
WE are golden ones.
We are rising suns.
Gift love to everyone.
Feel like a cloud who knows, that gardens always grow, when water rains so bold, and rainbows rule the show, with love and care of you.

It's true.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the heart of Southern Season, the push of loves embrace.
Purification by fire, releases all your sins, please visit here to learn about fire ceremonies http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.org/blessingsandprayers/creatingsacredspace/fireceremony.

 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  

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Hear Your Relatives Perfect Flowing Hearts
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She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)