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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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

"Body of the Birth" Standing Up Feather! We Do Fly

Keep me in rainbow, keep me in the air. Teach me how to do things with flair! Gift me forever, sow I can dance up there, hold me for comfort to bear (star of heaven)!  Gift of strength, gift of courage, bring it to my heart. Let me know how to share.  Ask the children, be aware.

A heart that flows share abundance to all, it will help when things will fall (humble prayer). And grateful are we, in the kingdom of God, that we are learning to pair, the soul and the flesh, beware! It will bring care (dreams), into a world of choas, chaos, we dare! United with all will bring heavens ball, upon the earth, then all will be song once more.

It will open wide the door, so that all can sing, what heaven bring the greatness within, the sun dance, the place, where the heart does prance. Come on let's do the dance! Aho (spirit fly, let's take a chance)!

Sung by Southern Season, your Song of Heaven and White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother.
Chat September 29, 2010*. Shemini Atzeret means "the eighth [day] of retention"; the chassidic masters explain that the primary purpose of the festival is to retain and "conceive" the spiritual revelations and powers that we are granted during the festivals of the month of Tishrei, so that we could subsequently apply them to our lives throughout the year. Thank you Chabad.Org Visit our blog page

Let us rejoice, the holy day has come into us, we are purified, united in heart and know Joy.  Heaven breath upon me!  White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings for Shemini Atzeret!

*Song Within Chat
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: Keep me in rainbow, keep me in the air.

Southern Season Sings: Teach me how to do things with flair!
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  Gift me forever, sow I can dance up there, hold me for comfort to bear! (star of heaven)

Southern Season Sings:  Gift of strength, gift of courage, bring it to my heart.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  Let me know how to share.  Ask the children, be aware.
Southern Season Sings:  A heart that flows share abundance to all, it will help when things will fall (humble prayer).
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  And grateful are we, in the kingdom of God, that we are learning to pair, the soul and the flesh, beware!
Southern Season Sings:  It will bring care, into a world of choas, chaos,
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  we dare!
Southern Season Sings: United with all will bring heavens ball upon the earth,
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  then all will be song once more.
Southern Season Sings:  It will open wide the door, so that all can sing, what heaven bring
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  the greatness within, the sundance, the place, where the heart does prance.
Southern Season Sings:  Come on let's do the dance!
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings:  Aho!

Tania Southern Season, our Song of Heaven Sacred Song Blessings!

We send you good wishes, that bring us all home, the embrace of our leader is coming around, to swell like a mountain, to only come down, from heaven, where she wears a crown.

Holiness David Running Eagle Starts to beat the drum!

Listen to the birds fly by, making their rounds and lullabies. Gift from heaven, comes everyday, when our little bellies are full. We must use our voice, to contemplate, to make the world, have a taste. Speaking of volumes, glory in tall looms, fabric yards, and even more. Weaving together, the fabric of life, telling the stories of all of our strife.  Gifting Angels in everyone you see, because it's what I believe.

Feel your heart flutter, when a good meal is sound.  It makes you feel so respondent and proud. We are the glory of enjoying our lives, especially, when we take time.  Give your food, love, it gives it's life.  Give your heart, love, it gives life.  Give your soul to the other door.  Make a lesson plan, to all you must do, follow all the clues, and make yourself a muse. Laugh at the circles of pain you exist, to bring the others, who do hiss.  There is so much trouble lies upon our hearts. Do you not want to remember this part? Birds fly in castles, birds fly in the back yard. Birds even fly inside the hall. Birds call us singing, voicing to everyone. We are hear bringing, joy and some fun.  Listen to our calls, listen to yours. We are going flying, how (a)bout your doir (freedom style). How (a)bout you have some fun. How (a)bout you share your chores.

Listen the heartbeat, that sings upon your chest, inward and outward, the flowing knows best.  Keep rhythm, with the cycles of time, then you will know, how to chime!  Feel the wind blowing, across your face. Feel the winds blowing, across the states. Feel the winds blowing, God has come home. Take me forever. Take me on home! Let the suns of angels. Let them to my door.  Shower me with love, that I can expect more.  I know, I am the God ordained one, because I belong to them. I belong to them.  I gift my heart to you. I feel the wishes too. I go inside my heart, to look for paradise.  I know the glory bee, it's traveling in me, the flowing crystal show, the boat, the ark that knows.  I am the sun of time, but daughter, helps us chime, to bring in liberty, to show the world to be free.  I set my sails to you.  I come to hear your blue, my royal family, come hold the hands, with me. I lift my arms. I am the charms.  I fill the world as ONE.  What is divided, come, to my heart, makes it ONE.  I will share you. I will hold you.  The river true.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star your Father Red Hand beats the sacred drum, for the heart of Southern Season, the Song of Heaven! Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy,

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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!

Precious Child

Words and Music by Karen Taylor-Good 
In my dreams,you are alive and well
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
Cause you are with me still

In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left to soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live my heart

In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still

In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live my heart

God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my hear you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left to soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

Relatives each and everyone, you will not be forgotten!


Monday, September 27, 2010

Frances Deep Aware, our Hailing Loom, Shouts Out to Bind our Hearts

Give me a home where the buffalo roam. I want to sea the hills. Grazing and foraging, rivers of gold.  Let my heart be still. Can you feel the soul inside of me? I want you to foresee, there is glory in all of the rolling hills. It's a place for me to be free.  Come closer, to my heart. Come closer to me.  Come closer to my heart, let's breathe. Come closer to my heart, let's be family. Come closer to my heart be free.

Beyond the hills, the forest is still. I see the edges of time. So many animals live in this kingdom of God, We are part of such great fulfill.  How can we find, the world in this plight, when everyone, wants to know joy?  All they must do, is take a sacred tool, the heart inside, and feel full/fool (medicine, to be humble). Miracles are magic in faith everyday. We believe we can do it with praise, but we need magic, to build castles in the sky, we need faith to fulfill.

Miracles are bounding, miracles are the ques, we do find magic in even our fools, how can we break from a heart that needs you, you must be rolling hills, with a sacred true. Look over the green grass and find this fool in you.  Be the healer. Be the sacred true. Be the one who is mighty, the one, who loves you.  Be the greatness, where buffalo do roam, there the green grass is home.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Drums for the heart of Aida Running Deer's Mama Frances Deep Aware, our Hailing Loom, a Magenta person. This Sacred Song Blessing is for you.

Frances Deep Aware, our Hailing Loom
Heavenly Name: Deep Aware "I Will Bee Your Ark" (passageway of heavenly glory)
Earthly Name: Hailing Loom "Shout Out and Bind our Hearts"
Nickname: "Shout Out", "Eternal Ark" (fire with electrical arc) and "Bind our Hearts"
The eternal ark, who shouts out, to bind our hearts! Love is understood, because it's the way it goes! She is deeply aware and hails to you. Shouts out, "My soul treasures you!" weaving us on the loom, eternal zoom (soul flight)!
Rainbow Colors: Magenta, Blue, Green, Gray

Can I tell you whispers? Can I tell you lies? Can I tell you stories? That give us alibis. Where do you think we are going, if not round and round in our heads (breath, the butterfly plates (sphenoid) in the nasal passageways offer flight, as with each breath, it moves like a butterfly in flight). Give your soul to worship, this is heaven sent. When the smoke does whisper, call it to your heart. Say my love, it's a reflection, I thought it was this way this life. But now, I know it's different, it's rainbow colors everywhere.  My soul is connected, I'm aware. The world is known as a hierarchy of when you go round and round.  There we find family, who left this sacred sound.  They did once have your job, but now have moved on. We are from the same sacred rejoice.  We are the winds of choice (love or not). Tell me family, what do you breath in your heart. I know, I'm a calling, to voice the sounds of the fog.  We are reflecting light everywhere. Tell them I'm coming, I"m called "Deep Aware".  There my sisters, brother come to call, I'm sailing in the spring time, tell me souls just be aware.

Follow the sound of the rushing river. You will be the knowing, the glowing within. Sacred vows are calling. Sacred cows everywhere (four directions united). Don't you know, it's glowing, the halls, of great despair?  But it's a wondrous rainbow, you sail into my heart, the winds are so cloudy, but I am an ark. I float away slowly, while I hold your hands. I am the Winds, that call you. Come home let's dance (swelling heart). When you died down, the rumble and roar, there is some peace left, you fill/feel so fulfilled. God give me comfort, in all that is real. You gave me sorrow, but joy did you fill.  I am so grateful for what you do this day.  My heart is calling, to a miracle of praise. I am devoted, to the true magic in you.  I am the heartbeat, they call me "Hailing Loom". I will give prophet to you in my heart. I will sail forever, to be your sacred part. I will climb mountains to reach your heart. I will fly eternally, to be part of God.  I will fly eternally, playing my part.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Drums for the Heart of Frances Deep Aware, our Hailing Loom. 

The girl's name France \f-ran-ce, fr(a)-nce\is a variant of Frances (Latin), and the meaning of France is "from France". The French are revolutionary people.  And everything is always centered about FREEDOM. The Latin term "Franciscus," meaning "Frenchman," derives from the Old French word "franc," which meant "free."

Frances is derived from the word France, which means freedom.  But along with this freedom, comes a Holy Empire where one who is free (rainbow warrior of prophecy), is part of the local company (gathering in peace). This place is from heaven, the holy book and tree. It is the realm of champions, Crown King who gifts liberty. They wage battles and insurrections, the borders are keep within the domains, free.  The clever and witty revolution brings happiness to our doors.  With good humor, love of quarrels, idiosyncrasies are stressed even more. Now we dance at the "Gala" (great event/gathering), the ball turns everyone. Elaborate cooking, skillful manner, preparing food, for all delight, buried treasures, need be shared please, to understand, the heart of the brave. You see terror, I see pleasure, let make riches for everyone. Exchange the dance, where we live the violent prance (extreme dancing, especially in rage). It's the voice that cries down under, where freedom calls all night, heaven's bowing, to attract attention, it's time for revolution to win(d). 

Heart of the royal, extremely fertile, where Kings are born, heaven sent.  Buried letters, story tellers, we are proud, each and every one. There is not one world, but inside too realms, the heart that needs be understood.  And I'm not one, but two "I"s I am, that' s, where unity does live. Tremendous passion, wealth attraction, to the status of free men, brotherhood. Emergence of art and architecture, kingdoms rule and divide again. Suns are favored, riches measured, to the shores of the written pen. Bishops, Saints-men, "sacred" Holy are the Three Kingdoms, blue, red, yellow - all color billows, sails from sharing the open breeze. Administrative regions, God sent legions, to rule over man again. Heaven rules, with javelin stance, where my heart pierces and makes a stand. I will carry the lance of freedom, to ensure brotherhood.  I am a warden, war of freedom, uniting broken hearts again. I am a river, wild and rapid, my heart knows, how to contend.  I will pierce more than twice, I will gift all my life. I belong to the King, where Heaven does reign. Come my beloved past, let us rejoice, to the return of God, our oneness of life again. 

Let the thunder, reigning commanders, fill our hearts, with such delight.  And I will know rain of pillows, where snow flakes find my head, blessed crown of perfect rain upon me this night (dreams come true). Blue true warrior, rolling rivers, tradition has my hands. I will divide our three kingdoms, and bring in light (alightfromwithin) from heaven sent. We will undulate over stories and lie in the green grass fields, because the mountain from the heaven, catches moon light stars at night.  It's a flowing, rolling river, it's a conquered paradise.  WE are dividing, and we are sharing, that's what free means primarily. Let the Sun out, be a soldier, bring holy divinity! Let's be brothers, listen sisters, tell everyone, we are heaven sent.  Freedom comes, when rainbow colors succumb, to heaven's reign, the heart again. It's where our souls, reach out to play, not always the easy way, but Rainbow Warriors find a RAY (yours, mine, we are all under the sun)!

To sum it all up, for the people who are blinded by mistaken tenderness, and give false ideas to the probable future, can know freedom only by the law of heaven. Exclusive right of bestowing came upon you, gifted providence from God.  And such a marshal and minister of statesmanship, brave and noble, who can offer passageway to the celestial home. For all of God belongs this due place in society, greatness be still, my heart does bleed (serving others willingly), the realm of heaven shares freedom and abundance for everyone. Mother and daughters, who dream, bring in concealed love, blinded by devotion, to such a rich heart. These are the brave warriors of the Rainbow who start, the great migration homeward into evolution land.  Dawning, here I stand, I am a Sun Dance and I Sing my Song! Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman about Frances, our Freedom, who Winds!

Education with Society: Célestin Freinet or Heavenly Freedom
Frienet is another word for Freedom. And Célestin Freinet or Heavenly Freedom (15 October 1896, Gars, Alpes-Maritimes – 8 October 1966) was a noted French pedagogue, and educational reformer.  The hardships of everyday life in his native region and his injured health, not the heritage of educational theory, formed the basis of Freinet's ardent social, educational, and political critique of capitalistic and urbanized societies. In 1923 Freinet purchased a printing press, originally to assist with his teaching, since his lung injury made it difficult for him to talk for long periods. It was with this press he printed free texts and class newspapers for his students. His focus was on the process of learning. As a practitioner he brought innovations in the fields of reading, writing, spelling, and arithmetic based on what he called "techniques of living." He believed children should work in workshops or outdoors and learn as a process of experimental trial and error. He is best known for his printing press (now usually replaced by a computer) for learning spelling and developing free text. The children would compose their own works on the press, and would discuss and edit them as a group before presenting them as a team effort. They would regularly leave the classroom to conduct field trips. The newspapers were exchanged with those from other schools. Gradually the group texts replaced conventional school books. Freinet held that education was a way to change humanity. The school of tomorrow should center on the full development of children as members of the community. He regarded learning as a serious labor in which children should find their own course.

Concepts of Freinet's pedagogy
  • Pedagogy of work (pédagogie du travail): pupils were encouraged to learn by making products or providing services.
  • Enquiry-based learning (tâtonnement expérimental): group-based trial and error work.
  • Cooperative learning (travail coopératif): pupils were to co-operate in the production process.
  • Centres of interest (complexe d'intérêt): the children's interests and natural curiosity are starting points  for a learning process.
  • The natural method (méthode naturelle): authentic learning by using real experiences of children.
  • Democracy: children learn to take responsibility for their own work and for the whole community by using democratic self government.
Freinet created the teachers' trade union C.E.L. (Coopérative de l'Enseignement Laïc) in 1924, from which arose the French teacher movement Modern School Movement (Mouvement de l'École Moderne). The goal of the C.E.L was to change public education from the inside with the co-operation of teachers. He was also inspired by the multidisciplinary teaching practiced by progressive Germans, by Belgian educational pioneer Ovide Décroly's approach to learning, and by GEORG KERSCHENSTEINER's approach to theprocess of labor.  You can read more here: contact:, Educational reforms:

FRANCES, Francis
Gender: Masculine & Feminine
Usage: English, French
Pronounced: FRANT-səs (English)  [key]
English form of the Late Latin name Franciscus which meant "Frenchman". This name was borne by the 13th-century Saint Francis of Assisi, who was originally named Giovanni but was given the nickname Francesco by his father, an admirer of the French. Francis went on to renounce his father's wealth and devote his life to the poor, founding the Franciscan order of friars. Later in his life he apparently received the stigmata. Due to the renown of the saint, this name became widespread in western Europe during the Middle Ages. However, it was not regularly used in Britain until the 16th century. Famous bearers include Saint Francis Xavier (1506-1552), a missionary to eastern Asia, the philosopher and scientist Francis Bacon (1561-1626), and the explorer and admiral Sir Francis Drake (1540-1595). In the English-speaking world this name is occasionally used for girls. Feminine form of FRANCIS. The distinction between Francis as a masculine name and Frances as a feminine name did not arise until the 17th century. A notable bearer was Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini (1850-1917), a social worker and the first American to be canonized.
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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!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Let Us Understand, We Are Part of Man!

Gracious is my heart beat. Can you feel my soul?  I want all the glory to share with heaven's fold. Come close my darling, come hold my heartbeat, upon your treasured hands I weep.  Give me your love, to command, to bring mountians to MAN. Let us understand.

Heal all the windy world. Feel so great, it's absurd. But my heart feels liberty as they cut down one more tree (righteousness does fulfill). Give a hand, to those, who misunderstand, tell them it's a favored world. Smell all the sights and sounds. Help make it a higher ground. Fill my world up, with solid ground.  I am divine in love, with the solid ground, hallow, it's a cloud.

Making music in my heart. I feel humble and a part. Of a world, that holds me close, but allows me to flow, and grow and know. Where does the river go, but under fabled rainbows. Where golden honey pots live, and rushing cows do whiff (must/musk/prayer robe). And closer am I to you, with this place, of a honey dew. My soul grows, with this sacred view. I love you.

My heart shines.  I stand up to light, the sky. I am the Sun Dance today.  I bring my heart to display. I give my soul to you. I bring in the love of a sacred blue, the royal art, in me and you, kinsmen a part, of this loyal true. Bring me home to you. Bring in rainbows. Show the world, of many colors in bloom, just like it feels in June. There is abundance, ever, signs gift the hard work that is near, but we lovingly toil away, to bring in our soul's display.  I shine for you today.  I bring in light for you in dark rays, my heavenly soul.  I give the spirit an embrace.  I give my heart, a blessing and a trace.  We are divine you and me. I do love, the heart that is free.  My soul longs to be near thee, the garden does grow.  I sea your soul. 

Perfect are you.  My heart is blue (true blue, relatives to/fro/two, united royal blue).  My waking hours, I long to be near you.  Hold me in heart, take my hands, humble part, welcome me home in your arms.  Put on that charm.  I do live in a world of blue, sum are sad, you know it's true.  Sum are glad, it's a lighted view. Sum are treasures, me and you.  Let us join in arms, bring in hearts with charm. Show the world, to realize. That rainbow wariors, have a surprise. We will walk towards your heart. We will embrace, all sacred parts. We are embraced, by your love. Come next to me. I feel you want to be free!

Come hold my hands. Let us understand.  Validate all of man. Gift them your heart's dance. Hold every word, as sacred treasure, a trance. Validate all they say, bringing them closer to your rays.  There you will be one heart.  Then they will listen to your part.  They will gift the charm back to you.  And both now, will be a sacred view.  You think, we are must have pain, but it's better to gain, sacred harmony between foes, to make this world, better heaven knows.

In me, I find glory filled. Do you seek treasures by the mill, wood unites, the law of love invites, contained, in fabric, pieces are frayed. But my heart will linger for always. And now, we realize, how great we are, surprised. Heaven brings us home to you. To serve the sacred true. And my heart knows the place, where heaven sends your grace.  You hold me in these hoops of love, to bring us closer, to heaven's doves. We gather to show the world. We gather together, to know it's fill. Evolution, come take my heart this day. I have learned to pray!

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums!

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

The four sides of a clover, where buffalo roam (four sides of a house, our rainbow colors, the four directions), has only decide to catch the rain.  The tears of those who need to expose, a heart full of pain.  They need a Great Mother who can feel the heart of their clover, to embrace all they feel each day.  Teach the hourly blessing and daily fire ceremony (best hourly too, but baby steps to learn the way) to cleanse their own river (spiritual flow, the wind that blows, in the holy temple within), sow you don't have to feel all their pain. Warriors you have so much to gain, our Great Father is need of your reigns.  Gift him a heart of a warrior, who shall show the way!

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!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Krystael Glows Down Below In Realms of Love Without Fear! Grandmother Knows, the Crows Do Tell Ka ah Story to Fulfill

Follow the Magnetic Flow, the Crystalline River Glow
When does my heart know? I am a big glow?  Does everyone spout, or simply have a nose (the nose is also called a bridge, which represents passage way between realms, knows, however here, she specifies a physical attribute only, without wisdom known).  Can't get in love with life, because you sin out there. What makes you live in life, with so much despair?  Feel the wind blowing across your face. Don't you know it's glowing, even with a lightning trace.Can't you feel the heart that lingers near. love you my deer (on the journey of life).  Come walk with no fear (prayer and faith, come near).  Watch me and I will hold you close to my ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸ and near.  Give me your heart this day. Don't you simply walk away! Don't you understand God? Don't you understand how? (bless each day, stand up and pray) 
(changed beat, too excited to lower realm)

If you did walk with me down here, in the realms of love without fear, then you could hold my arms (brotherly love, sisterly embrace is known). We could swing around, we could have some good old fashioned fun.  Don't you want to run? Come and wake your soul (laughter).  Don't you make this mistake, you fool. You are mine to keep near, just you wait, I will show no fear (only an indigo prophet can talk to us like this, listen, the perfect warrior validates, stands the ground, and wears blessing armor to protect and sway)

Come and see, the mighty seas.  Come and feel the breeze inside of me.  I want you to know.  That we are family or foe, but it's one life, it's us (rainbow clan, relatives everyone).  No matter what fuss, you are my relative near me.  Don't you feel the breeze.  I can say, "You don't always know your way".  I know you don't know how to give a (good) fight, for love in your heart ran away (instead of stayed).  For all you did, they did not come your day (even though you helped them, they were not relative, who exchanged love with thee)!  Now you stand before me and you show me the same breeze (you did not forgive, and expect me to be the same way, but I am free, to love thee). Did not forgive those other leaves (on the tree of life) and we are on our way (it's time, the rolling hills make you so blind, cannot see that evolution has got a hold of your tree-of life, me and thee, the forest breathes, it's time, let's go home).

Give a heart, give a damn, I say, let's make man, a MAN (warrior down, bring the warrior up). Give a woman a stand, where she brings law to the land, come and understand (heaven reigns, the heartbeat sinews-threads all time).  Whether you like to see me clear. Whether you come to hold me near. I will bless your heart. I will keep the nest clean (purifying constantly). I will show you how to breath, to fly home near you, inside of you without fear.  Come and walk near (relatives). Come and walk near (the crystalline rock river, blessed). Come and sea (vision with heart) a hear with a breeze (prayer song), because I say, you are glory on it's way, you just have to believe.

Come let me hold your hand.  Come let us understand. We are going home this day.  It's time for us to pray!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star beats the sacred drum. Welcome home littlest sister in the house of God, welcome home! Sacred Song Blessings from the heart of Krystael. Her rainbow colors are indigo (perfect soul), crystal (perfect flesh), blue (relative true, to and fro), gray (dreams and space and time). She brings the perfect warrior to the view, relative through and through. She will fight for you!  Indigo Warrior, we demand, you take stand, for us, to be reprimand (when we sin). You will stand with me this day, when I (rainbow clan, relative) learn to pray, forgiving myself all the way!

Krystael's Story of the Crow's Gift

As I was walking in the park this day, I did see Six feathers from the Crow. One mangled and five lay in a circle.  They wore thin black feathers. The crow feathers felt like a gift from the universe. I love Crows, they always talk with me!

Interpretation from White Buffalo Calf Woman.  A note: I twin the heart of the other and often read from my perspective as well as theirs. In other words, "I" is me when talking, "I" is from the heart of the relative, who shares, when I sing. I hope you can figure it out and I usually italicize to signify sacred singing in the star language. Krystael is an Indigo, crystal, blue and gray person, while I am a Crystal, yellow, green, gray person. Krystael is the Great Teacher, Prophet, a true indigo person. I am your wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter, a true crystal person. Krystael shares her story about the gift left behind from the crows and how it touched her heart. And how to stand up, to be a true relative, who loves you! Create paradise, and listen on the phone (wind). Prayers, will get us home!

Grandfather Heart of the Loom, Native American too, says, that the crow is male and the raven is female.  Until this was mentioned, I always wondered about the two. For Crows seem to flock towards me, where ever I go and I always call them Grandmother who knows (female, grandmother). I just asked about the raven, it's one before the two, yes, this is female (creating four directions, great, great mother) but it's male too, like Great Spirit Uncle, who is Great Great Grandmother, but we call him Great Spirit Uncle, because her/his light, within, that shines in the dark to begin.  And when there is darkness, light shines so bright, like a star. Often Native American influences, will help us to see the reflection well, or earthly awareness.  This provides insight into the walking journey on Mother Earth.  But they are children of the stars, elder souls, and younger bodies, they often read things, in a mirror or pool of water. This is the reflection, the world of light, a very earthly perspective. On the western shore, where the sun rises (opposite or reflection, all light) brings a world of paradise, a sacred walk begins. Crystal people sea in dark space, clearly and communicate truthfully, with the Oneness of God.  This perspective reads the book of life, where darkness of heaven is our charm. The Indigo person can vision into dark space, with eyes open.  This can only happen, within close proximity or eye distance.  When reading in the darkness, the reflection is known. This confuses many of our Indigo Prophets, who know much, but have difficulty interpreting what they vision and know.  Often these are labels, we are given to the unknown. We reject, reject, reject. But during this period of evolution, only embrace, embrace, embrace, will unify broken hearts, tears from heaven and our soul within.  Regardless of perspective, we all share the same vision towards the center. Here is where soul flight is known, dreams and magic is created, where love is the key to everything. Let us embrace heaven, inside Grandmother Space, where dreams unfold.

With this known, we enter a world of dreams, held in a spiritual embrace of heaven, our darkness.  Here lies all dreams, yours and mine, the Rainbow Clan.  I refer to Crows often as Grandmother, the heavenly space of molecular embrace. We dream and communicate together through the winds. Crows, guide us and provide us, with wisdom, like all animals, however, these clever creatures can chide you, towards your own dreams, just like Grandmothers can. And Grandmothers are weavers of destiny, like Spiders, who spin webs to catch the dew, our tears and pain are always soothed, by her love. Grandmother space, represented by the crow in flight and spider of might is often shown in it's best creation, the dream catcher.

Dog Warrior, Brother Wolf Speaks
Within a dream catcher, you will find a whole, like us, oneness, the Rainbow Clan, we of many colors show. And within, there are diamonds and squares, never the less, four sides, each and everyone rare, where it has been woven beyond compare. These are the doorways (lessons/treasures, often gifted by crystal persons) into destiny.  Which door, do you go through? Here are the portals of our lives, that flow, just as fast, from flight (crow), to spun (spider), to running around (circle) on a broken path, zig zag (snake, law of love), it's a blast (purification test). Tell me, the CRow does KA at me, asking if I need anything. I tell them, that I do love you.  Grandmother, I bless the halls of time, the doors that open when they chime (freedom, let me breath, freedom).

As you know heaven is darkness, when we sleep at night in our dreams, when the stars shine and glitter in the sky. But heaven is also the unseen, the heart, our soul, the spirit within so bold. It feels like someone just walked into your life, but instead, a voice eternal, you do feel.  It's heaven's light within, it radiates and brings us home, into the nest, we long, to feel the seas, the blue and black of a galaxy. And it's the Crow, that reminds me, that both white and black, come to me. The light of a sun, shines out and from within, I am thine, grand, to this mind. I am the winds of time, eternally blind, but faithful to the call, bringing in, all that's small.  I will cheer for liberty, like a Crow, who Ka's and says, "Let's eat".  And then we'll make love and talk, while we share our stories, "I will sing for thee, merrily".  My Grandmother of Dreams, could you please talk with me. Where are you, in time, does the Crow always shine?  Wells are deep with your love, and these are heroes, you send to me.  I will share my soul, take flight so bold, in light and dark, I'll give it a park (garden). 

Dream catch me and guide me towards destiny. The Crow did remind me, that Six is the Blessed,the perfect armor of love, you sent to me, but I sea (vision with a heart). This one feather was mangled in the dust, where I read, it's not blessed recently. I give me inspire, to remember to expire, to bless, while I fly towards your broken heart. And Five feathers, do remind me, that it's all of us, shining from above, to below, that relatives exist, because  we do kiss, to unite broken hearts with pure love. I fight to bring heaven home.  Blessings, do I gift to you. The Crow does bring in Song.  I feel the pulse of Grandmother space, the time, we spend on the phone (prayer to God). And dream catcher, find a way to bring my relatives home. Remind me to pray for those who are lost and got mangled on the way. But still, the perfect soul can greet, the perfect flesh inside (united blue and red, dreams come true, golden path, let me rise for a perfect view, blessed), the protection of love, the gathering of doves, this is the GIFT from you, CROW, you do sing the blue (relative true)!

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Recommend, creating a dream catcher, to weave your own destiny with love.  This reflection will offer you, the reflection needed, each time you see it, that theworld, needs blessings, from perfect soul warriors, the Indigo, who stands sentry into the Kindgom of God. Place Black feather of five within the dream catcher representing the earthly realm of lights, relatives, each and every one and every door.  We bless the animals, who know! Bring the last feather, out front, to remind the many who are lost, who we welcome home. The circle is a completion, begins and ends, round and round we go, evolution knows. Let us bring the winds of time home! We bless the sacred nine directions two!  Thank you,, the rainbow warriors, who explore!

Joyful for the Celebration of Liberation

We sing for those who have found their heaven.  Those who seek to find their heaven.  And those who are lost from their heaven.

Oh Holy Day, the Joy that over comes me.  I am in faithful watchfulness for you.  I gift my heart to know the glory of you.  The relative shore, where all is in sacred bloom.  My soul does yearn.  I come to learn.  Do tell me your story, we did concern.  It's a show, above the righteous glow, because tomorrow, will bring to us many shores (each being).  All who do glow (rainbow clan).  My soul does flow, towards the heart, where love lives a spark. My holy day in you, I share with the mighty sacred blue (road of heaven, the heart).

I give my heart, don't impart from me (don't walk away from my heart).  I give to you, the soul inside of me that blooms.  I'm here don't count on me too soon (I will do my best, not always like a perfect nest), but I will bring my heart, it's in bloom.  I will be there to guide to you.  I will be there to smile for you.  I will gift to you my hands, to bring the holy stand.  I will gift my soul complete.  I will fill my heart so we can sleep.  Knowing we did greet, the souls who did look out over easy street, to tell them glory means, it's God's throne (Kingdom of Oneness, the Rainbow Clan, the royal descendants of Kings, kinsmen). The place we promised, inside your heart. I look there always, do you live there too.  My relative blue.  My soul guides me to you.  Oh holy day. Oh holy holy day.  My crows (represents the darkness of heaven's prodding and embrace, literally outside my widow pane) sing for you.  Don't you hear them in the blue.  The song of heavenly form flies close to you. 

Our souls do guide the way, from blue to red this day.  To bring the heart of a throne to a sacred true, the rainbow flow in you.  Come bring the lights, guide them from all plight. Give them a soul to count and bloom, show them they are worth, and count too. Give your soul a right, to forgive each and every night, towards heaven, we do loom, to bring the sacred bloom. 

Crows sing to us:
They want you to know, how great is your show.  You try to do your best now forgive your sacred nest. It's time to bring peace, inside your heart you do keep. My soul is alive, when you are here to thrive. My awakening call. I bring you down to fall. Down on your sacred knees, pray God will be pleased.  Tell all you do your fire, your sacred living desire, the rainbow call you keep is a place where you live your treats (within heaven, we turn lessons into treasures, with love and song provides my measure). Come and fly with me tonight. I will bribe the highest calling (how sweet, but only true love, will enter the kingdom of God). I will show you the way in (here, the measure is shared). I will show the darkness thin (create a veil for you). We will be one fluid light, you and I, will shine so bright (turn darkness to light, a light from within). Let the soul walk on in (reflection of light, inner vibrancy). Let us be so ever bold, not so thin (together a rope, bonded together in heart, the blue of heaven in you and me, as we fly with our souls free). Bring in trust from everywhere. Bring in your heart if you dare.  Tell all the soldiers we are here. And it's time to rise in the wind.  Come my beloved clan, let us in.  Listen to us, when we call (the animals are our soul elders, listen with your heart). Tell the children how to fall (get down on your knees and pray).  Bless the hall of consciousness, to begin a heavenly path.

Sung (and interpreted) by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother and Holiness David Running Eagle, our Father Red Hand, the Star of David, the, who Walk and Talk with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy,

White Buffalo Calf Woman Interprets Sacred Buffalo Guidance for Keith White Willow, a Magenta Warrior's Vision

cw:   Native Americans are Soul Elders who teach us to walk upright in this world, only after they are united within, and have open doors to receive others.  This takes forgiveness of all that has been done to them.  Few are Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy.  Age is eternal wisdom, regardless of years.  White is the four directions united as One. Eagle is the holy unity of the sacred fire.  Feather is often used to sweep the smoke when smudging signifying freedom with sacred blessings.  The smoke purifies the dark space.  The hair is the antenna to God, access to wisdom. The wolf signifies a warrior who is true, fierce, and devoted as only a relative can be.

kww:  my eagle totem was circling above him. he didn't really speak to me except in pictures and with a form of sign language which made it hard to understand.

cw:  The Eagle is the Godly or Holy flight of freedom of the Soul, the swirling. The soul as it evolves spirals inward and when we move inwards closer and closer, we move faster and faster, like evolution and what we are all feeling right now. In heavenly languages, color, images and sign language tell us the story much faster, like the old adage says, "a picture speaks a thousand words".  This is the heart language of heaven.  Just like you tend to speak in poems or imagery. If you tell me the image or draw them and then send them to me, I can interpret this language of the stars.  Also, if there is a movement with the flesh, then you can explain the movement and I can interpret too. It can be very difficult to understand a language we don't use.  Just like we are talking in English, but imagine I was talking in Chinese and you were talking in English, we wouldn't be communicating very well, until one of us started speaking the others language.  This is the same as the heavenly or star languages.  Again, the colors, images, and sign languages are all part of the heavenly languages.

kww:   He said I had called him, down when I called to the moon and that was how I could contact him, he said it was time, and that things had to be done. he showed me a symbol for my healing (I don't know whether he meant me personally - or whether in passing it around - that would bring comfort) with which i could find comfort in my heart and I could help heal the earth if i showed if to enough people and they could also pass it on.

cw:   He is always the flesh, the realm of lights.  If the moon is the reflection of the lights of earth, then when you look upon the moon and seek, this is a calling of others within our world.  It is time for things to be done, to bring heaven and earth homeward. To unite darkness with the lightness, and we must learn to walk into the valley of the shadows, and only with blessings shall we navigate with our hearts. The symbol is not here and if you could draw the image, I could interpret for you.  Yes, many will need this.  I understand.  Trust this symbol and what he speaks, because you are the Great Caretaker, and it is your job to bring the unity of man together within and without.  In other words, we must dance and sing at the same time.  Like walking with a skip and singing a song together makes us feel good, for JOY is the vehicle homeward.  We shed tears in joy and in suffering.  Joy is an expression of unity.  Suffering is an expression of separation.  Teaching joy and unity within, helps and guides others to be part of the world without.
Many people have visions of me, White Buffalo Calf Woman, and what I do is gift heavenly names to people.  However, I don't really give you your name, I only speak the soul knowing, or mission you are on, and this is your Heavenly name, like White Buffalo Calf Woman is my mission.  Your mission is the White Crow, however the tools to reach your mission is a different name, often sounding like who you act like, like many native American names. My tools of light is Twin Deer Mother, and this is how I complete my task.  You tools of light is the Wayward Call, Who breaks the Dawn (Wisteria that Blooms).  I came to you (in a dream), you listened and then it means that you were called, so from the bottom of my heart, I welcome you home.

First let me tell you what White Crow means. 

The Crow is representative of space, which is usually darkness, of heaven. We all dream in this dark space and live inside this space.  We are the illusion, where light of earth is concerned, but the greatest dream ever.  To live over rolling hills, to walk upon the land of paradise, and to embrace each other, this is what Light represents to us all. But now is a time of great peril as many don't know the right way to walk, because those who do not learn sacred ways, will simply not survive.  Darkness of heaven is folding into the Lightness of earth.  Science is finally able to measure dark space and they find it everywhere.  However our eyes cannot see it, except for Indigo People, probably people you know, as Indigo is the color that is near Violet, the color that you are.  Indigo people see into the dark space, with their eyes open.  The violet person, is the one who teaches us to practice holy and sacred ways, when they learn who they are, and take their place. We live inside the dark space we call Grandmother space, the many doors to destiny, the Crow.

Now, White has much meaning.  The world is changing and white is the color of all colors.  This means that we have sacred four directions, and with four different colors.  Your eldest color is Violet, which is inside the layers, where others don't see, except a Crystal person, like myself. Apparently, from what I have seen, the only person, in the world, who can offer you this truth and knowledge.  However, Crystal people around the world, read the book of life, like I do, but don't understand, what they are reading, as I do.  The Great Spirits and the Oneness of God has entrusted me with this sacred knowledge to be delivered to the Suns of Israel, ordained on the eastern shore and Native Americans, ordained on the western shore.  Now the western shore, is the place our light rises up.  We recognize the sun that rises in the east, however light is the reflection of all matter and this reflections translates into truth, as the western shore.  You know, when you look at a mirror (water or silver) and see your reflection, this is how we see the world, as the reflection of light, not truth, but reflection.  Our perception is reversed to the truth.  This does not mean we do not experience, on the contrary, as you know.  But to understand truth is to reveal the truth in the dark space of heaven, our souls, often called the blue of you and me or leaves on the tree of life (relatives, as we are all related, when we are near one another). We share Mother Earth together,and this makes us relatives.  But true relatives, assist others and serve them when they are in need.  Most of the world doesn't do this, however, you do.  You show the world of folly, to make the world turn right side up, with your knowledge of the darkness, to rise up like the sun.  To be sacred and holy upon the face of the rolling hills, our paradise we share in Grandmother space (Crow).

Now, White again is the color of all colors united.  The Red road, is the representation of the flesh.  The Blue road is the representation of the soul.  The Yellow way is when the flesh and the soul unite, to bring the light from within, to rise up, like a sun.  Here we gain knowledge, that is eternal, wisdom.  ( for roads) Once a person is walking united to be the rising sun, the sun is able to rise up, in the full light of the day time.  Here we enter Noon, the place where the warmth is upon our faces.  Our joy is upon our hearts, and we are experiencing joy of living.  This daylight is the brightest shining, where the sky is blue, and the grass is green, and trees can sing to us, and tell us stories, if we listen. When a person, can shine this much light from within, it is like a star in heaven, that shines many millions of miles away, to speak a song, to others who will hear them.  The white is the four sacred directions, of red, blue, yellow, white.  These are the only colors in the world, and all others colors are made from these colors, all colors of the world, are combined to heal and be the Rainbow Clan.  We are the Rainbow People, as each of us have four sacred colors, from the rainbow.  However color overlays, and combines to produce many vibrant colors.  And this is the key word, vibrant.  Each color vibrates a frequency, thus we have a new song within each of us, to share.  And when we share all our songs, we are able to know God, as Oneness.  The violet person, has the whole world upon their shoulders, because in space, they represent the many in the Rainbow Clan, who come together in one small passageway, and this pressure is what you understand, like a seed that busts forth to give new life and reaches the light above the darkness.  By having this knowledge you share with the world, the voice of God, meaning, you speak and you speak for all of us, not only yourself.  So your complaints, are the complaints of the world.  Others don't recognize this truth about you, but now that you are home, we know your calling, and welcome you into our hearts, the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy.

White Crow is the many who live inside the halls of God, over rolling hills we go, like a wave in a frequency and together, we vibrate the song of Brotherhood, the Rainbow Clan of Oneness, both heavenly and earthly!

Veronika Holy Flight Sails Across the Seas and Washes Us With Snow

Sings Veronika Holy Spirit (Flight) Sails Across the Seas
(interpretation by White Buffalo Calf Woman)

Please sing your song! Have you ever heard the song of a craw (crow with sound, the hawking of ka, the voice of truth, to many doors with a view).  Once I sat on my balcony (extending out to views) meditating (reflection of my heart), then a craw (grandmother's truthful space) came near, sitting (resting on the waves) on the branch (the laws of love that unites the leaves or relatives who are part of the sacred tree) of the maple (the root that delivers us the semen of life and thus we spiral on wings to deliver the sweetness it brings as it bellows to and fro) tree (belonging together as One family).  Looking at me (peering into my soul).  Singing in sounds (with the voice of angels), I never heard before (the symphony of loving arms, she sings to me, within the crowd).  Go on.  Come on (beckoning like billow clouds).  Fly with me and then we flew together (the embrace of Grandmother space, she knows which door I do keep and gifts me all the doors to sea).

The next day she already sat there waiting for me (Awaiting patiently).  I had to step into a fire (the purification that sets us free).  First the cloths (the prayers that cover me and keeps me safe), then I myself (the soul does keep). And when I came out of this fire (reborn to wings of sail), I was an eagle flying (the holy fire that binds the earth to up above and down below, sewing the seams for all to grow) high above the earth (in the clouds where does the sun shine, to bring us the place for all to dine).  Grateful for this wonderful abundant planet (that offers us the reflection of the truth, but what a story that grows and burps).

Gray:  The day of dawning is coming home, to interweave with so much room.  We are rocked in the cradle to see and view, to have and hold to know of you.  Grandmother she is the Greatest teacher, for she is always willing to view, the many doorways or opportunity we need, when we believe in all she does.  Thank you space for being part of us, the center of the universe, the place we gather in front of the leaves (relatives).  What a wonder!  What a place!  Grandmother she is one with grace.  Her wisdom teaches all of us, the depth of our souls, the depth of the seas.  And when the horizon joins inside of me, I can be teachers who take care of thee.  My child, don't you believe it's true, how magically you are with so many views.  The dreams you open when you put the shades on, for all you do is a living mace (a ceremonial staff borne or displayed as the symbol of authority like the fire of purification when we pray at masse. A warrior who can penetrate with rainbow colors to over take any who don't know their way).

Grandmother you rule all of this land, the earth where we step to take up space.  And I understand you to living death, where resurrection is the place of girth. We dive inside our dreams at night, to be dreams, to be with you.  We can always depend on your love even if we don't really understand the nest.  Can you Grandmother open any door.  I think I am so wise because you gift me eyes to vision with my heart to know my demise, and you can open all for me to be, the heart of loving with so much disease.

Great Spirit Mother Melinda, the Scare Crow who Dances Like a Clown Goes Wassailing!

Great Spirit (fire and water, where the heaven and earth greets) Mother (a woman respected for her wisdom and age as she protects and looks over her offspring) Melinda (Sweet) the Scare Crow (Something frightening but not dangerous, to scare away the evil spirits) who Dances Like a Clown (employed to entertain a king or nobleman, like her royal children), as she protects us from evil spirits, with a cleansing of the soul, we do pray the blessings of fire and water.  She asked so humbly for her Heart Song, and I spoke to Holiness David, "She's so Sweet". She is our wassailing: to awake the cider (sparkling) apple trees, and to scare away evil spirits to ensure, a good harvest of fruit in the autumn (the third phase of evolution, where heaven and earth comes home to brotherhood) 

Question: do you mean by the "Great Stand"
answer:  The Great Stand is to be the person, who stands for what is right. Most people waver back and forth because their feelings just get in the way.  To be truly loving is to stand for what is morally right, regardless of what another says.  If we care, we speak like we do. If we don't care, we say nothing, or give flattery, which is not truth, but false witness.  To make a Great Stand, is be an upright person, who stands on the path to morality, the Law of LOVE, where our intent is to be truly loving.  A mother scolds her children, because she cares. If she sees a child not sharing their toys, she will yell at her child, and tell them to share their toys, even if you don't like it.  This is real love, for she is teaching you morality, not one over the other, but sharing.  But when a person, starts to abuse this right, by taking advantage of another, then you must give them the law, and tell them, it's not right. We always use the law of love, we validate and listen first (heavenly action, reverberate or echo). We embrace the heart, then we speak our mind, for this is only kind, Man kind!

Blessings to and fro, nine directions we do go!

The crystalline rainbow that lives in you, the heart of all that living is the part of the truth, it's only the reflection that gifts us the light, the wondrous journey we sing in strife, but we would have no other way, to enjoy all the beloved sacred displays! Welcome home Sacred Rainbow, where you shine all day, and nights bring the stars the emanate all grays (hear we go in Grandmother Space, weaving the Rainbow).
  Recommend further reading to learn how to stand up in sacred space, heaven on earth!

Indigo and Crystal Children
What is Truth and How to Manage Your Crystal and Aqua Children!
Sacred Fire Blessings and Creating Sacred Space
Fire Rituals (Archived Tab Fire Rituals,
White Buffalo Calf Woman Returns to Bring Life, the Sacred Blessings Tonight!
Grandmother, Rainbow Color Gray, Messenger Crow!
Grandmother Gray who sings, to us in our dreams and holds us in our light and waking hours. You see Grandmother is space, the space we walk about, and they are real people who are here right now. They often walk with Elders, of the souls, who are Flesh children, and like Grandmother who walks this way, she takes care of the young. But what does this have to do with you, it has to do with everything, for Grandmother is the doors to destiny, the many doors you guide them to. You may have the key, but she is there to bleed (law of love) to show others how to be, when they choose a way. She is in our dreams, awake or asleep you see, no matter where we be, she is standing there with us, this day. The darkness we must collide, in order for our lights to shine. She gifts us liberty, to shine our lights upon the sky. We are a reality, because Grandmother holds us near, to the heaven that we came from, to know the way of the sun.
Greatest fold, is Grandmother who often holds, our heart our light, our deepest dreams, for if we have to travel, she is so bold. She is the way, we know the heart, of those who gift us so many smarts (stings). For when we are down, we remember to dream, inside the space where we always sing. She gifts us light, for she does hold, every single molecule that beholds, the radiance that brings us home, to lands untouched, the rolling hills. Here we fly to know the way, of hearts of dreams, and who does say, the catcher of us, when we fall, the heart of many open doors. It is Grandmother who offers us so much space, the running wells of untold dreams. She offers us new ways to be, when we allow all the breeze to flow inside of me to you, with Golden Light with so many views.
Gray:  I am with Grandmother each and every day, I am with holiness and it's display, the heart of envelopes that hold me close, for I can worship all the truths.  Days and nights, hold me near. Have my heart close to yours.  When the shadows come to me, I will bless them all set free.  But when they seek to hide from me, the many doors into the breeze and I can say I love you more, because it's Gods open doors.  The spider who weaves our destiny, is here to hold us in the breeze and when we come home to be with God upon the rolling hills and up above.  It's grandmother!  It's grandmother, its more than I can bear with her.  She must endure all that's unkept, for she must open the nasty nest.  Grandmother, Grandmother, come hold my heart and let me rest.  Let me weave inside of you, and we can hold all the views.  Grandmother, Grandmother, hold my head up Grandmother.  Keep the heart of everyone, all together under the sun, Grandmother Grandmother, you often send crows to hawk at us.  We can offer you more than love for you endure all from above.  Grandmother, Grandmother, I love you more than words can spell.  Grandmother, Grandmother, I have come home to your love.
Now we have a mighty open ocean out there, and we can't see but we are guided in their, and it's Grandmother, who we all share, the embrace of all space the spider does know. My granny does love you more than others who glow because you are fearless and because you show, how to bloom in the garden when others don't swim, you come to know gardens that shine in the sun.
Gray:  All light stands out and is manifested. Lots of light, strength and clarity unite. Great responsibility and importance. For a prince offered to heaven. Here one is lifted to the passageways of destiny, with each door pathways are beginning of another crystal door, which offer the path to other realms.  Here destiny or dreams come true, when we know which door to follow.  The spider spins her web, to guide you through the right door, to place you on the path with story telling. Providing you with tools to choose your destiny. The ruler of king is know, because the crystal door is the king of heaven, where all knowledge is known or accessed, like a computer.  This king crystal form is the perfect physical realm that delivers the soul to execution, it's journey of eternal.  By placing the ruler, the kingly crown of the people, the ruler is placed into the arms of the people.  This is great responsibility and importance because the crystal person and other kingly, belong to the people. These are public portals offering access into heaven for the princely, the kinsmen. The devoted true, reveres others, blessings of heaven.
Gray: the holy unity of oneness begins, two rivers flow as one, possessions of great measure, benevolent  heaven, child, virtue of unselfish modesty, graceful and controlled ways of a story teller.
Grandmother arms (Gray), oh how sweet she is, the place my dreams are filled with so much love.  And I am glorious to day and yesterday, that tomorrow must be joyous with so much play.  If only the others children could learn of this love. If only they could bless and forgive like they should.  If only they did dream of better days, then we could all go out to play, inside our dreams filled with glorious days.  Oh Grandmother, come take my hand, and I will feel your heart.  You gave so much of your space, the dreams we are a part.  And if only you could feel the way, you make us feel, the safety, in your arms, I could die in here.  You are the blessed heart, that makes me feel so safe, my dreams I holler, oh God what a place.  And when it's the end of my long living life, I am so proud to bee a grandchild, to Grandmother Time, the space that offered me the hands of God, the embrace of all that is spiritual, the place I gave my heart. 
Let us knot forget (that binds) our space, the mother, who is grand of her display.  She enters us, every single way, to offer us a slice of stories, that know the way. She our Grandmother of empty space, the Grayness of where dreams unfold and show the way.  There we can imagine through any door, if only we could look and offer more.  We could find a magical ride, that slides us into an apple pie, where sweetness is glowing of aspirations azure, the place where butterflies grow inside the clouds.  I know you are wondering how I got here, well spin the wheel of fortune to who knows where, for Grandmother will spice up our lives, if only we sit and listen for awhile. Not black or white, but in-between, where the twix remains to be born and believe. Our hearts glisten to all that smiles, to seek a heart, that is not in a mire (admire instead), but instead where Rainbows do shine, for she is the wonder of the place we sea.  She is the Grandmother, we all adore, the morning glory of her western shore.  Here are where children of the flesh are born, the light of the rainbow colors, is her magic show. Come one come all and join the ride, for it's going to be a magical lullabye.
Now that we understand the fun, let us get down to some serious sons, the place who hold deer (journey of life) is going to be a great magical ride, if only we keep the statues of God inside.  Play sacred and offer others your heart inside, and then give them your hands, to embrace their hides.  Even when they strike you or hit you when you are down, get up and make a stand for what is right.  I know you are important, and you are the great, but only if we play the same beloved way, the law of love that God provides, gives us the tools for all to be good chides.  We need each other if we are going to survive and I say to you, "Get up and join the ride", the greatest adventure, you have ever signed up for, the rhythm of destiny underneath a sun, where waters flow in majestic hills, the end of death, and the beginning of could.  Here we are going to be the misdirected going home, to be where we are free to be, whatever we should, the live rainbows, that show the way, of the eternal dance of destiny. Blessed and sacred is the tools to survive, but you need to be the one, who cuts the pie.  Together, we are whole, but if we don't listen to what we are told, then brotherhood, will not be part of your life, and you will wither into something not nice.  Give your heart to all we do, and bring the eternal knowledge home with you! 
It's Grandmother (gray) who shutters and longs to be with each other, when the love of all people come apart.  We need the embrace to fill the heart of grace, to be the willing, the forgotten we disdain.  We have to be the heart of those who need to smart (sting) us, because it's them who have lost their way.  And they need a good story every day, to shed light upon their days.  And gift love to all who show you the heart of always.
We endure because trouble is where those who have never, the true love of those who need help.  In each of us is a heart that speaks to keep us together and only warriors who are true to keep us as part, of the flowing river, the life that is forever, the place we go from we call God (eternal circle of life).  Let us gift loving, let us be forgiving.  Let us be the great warrior true and then we will be open to solve all our problems and seek each others hearts to begin to stay alive! 
Now, Grandmother (color gray, space, dreams awake or asleep) she bares all the Saints of the world, but they don't listen to what she has to say.  It's the place of the thunder, the home of the rainbow, that gives us a place to reflect.  If we don't respect space, then how will we live Grace, the perfect part of our souls.  I say you need to be sacred to understand the many facets of God's perfect face.
We are part of each other, but allow us to gather, to be Oneness when we join our hearts.  Not disconnected like the other, but part of the ether, as we all have a spirit to survive.  And the perfect part of paradise, is when we work with each other, like an oil lubricated machine.  We can be part of each other.  We can open the portals.  We can be crystalline flowing of our souls.  Just remember  God is, the image of could, then we will be the perfect "I am". 
Gray: Now my heart goes to and fro, because I must embrace all know.  The wares and masks that they do wear, are not of loving hands today.  But I know, and you do too, that prophecy will cure all woes.  And we who wait for dust, will make it home just one more stand.  This is what we mean of love, the story that gives like a dove.  And I know you will wait for this, for all you do, is heaven sent.  Count your blessings and give it a home, let the children run and flow.  Me and you do know that Grandmother is the place of snow (crystalline stone river).  When you take the loving hand, and you don't look and make a stand, then you won't make it to the new land, for only warriors will rule the land.  Come on, you can do, the place of Angels lives inside of you.  We are the heaven sent, just remember what's written in sin (forgiveness shows us the way of those who hate, when the fire ceremony helps you light the way, burn up those impure thoughts and make a home within the wind).  There inside of glory be, is the heart of you and me.  And I know you will be home, when you come on with the Sun.  Take off (free like the bird who forgives and seas with a heart full of wisdom), looking down. There are more than even knows.  There are those who love the flow. And there are those who make a stand, for God is here to rule the land.  Come on, you do know, the heart of goodness it does show. Lift off, to heaven's door, and you will be here like you should.
Grandmother loves you like they should, but we don't recognize them with a hood (blessed).  And then we walk all over them, because they are babes in the woods.  Don't you recognize love, the ones who share all your dreams.  And when you don't know your way, they will show you which door to turn.  Story tellers each and everyone, the spider who spins and turns with love. They will come up when you are not looking, and bite the hate right out of you.  This is loving hand of God, for fright sometimes shows you how.  You don't want to be like that, left alone with all that draft.  Come on, which way do you turn?  I say, you should listen to all you learn.  Come on, and we know right, when we look into all that plight.  My heart knows which way to turn, and love is the sacred burn.  And when you chose this way today, then you will take the sacred route. (holy smokes, the sacred fire ritual that purifies all sin and leads you the way homeward within, to be good children without.) 
Gray: Inside my heart I lead the way, to be with God (oneness) and her (darkness of heaven, the purified breeze) display, the heaven I roam to be with her (Great Spirit Mother), the heavenly realm with so many views.  I wonder how Grandmother knows the loving truth of all displays, to teach us of love for goodness sake.  And we do need listen to her (heavenly pureness) advice.  Now what to do with the space inside, to gift her life (love her and appreciate her love) to gift the clouds, to bring us home to goodness within, to have a heart, to have a home.  And when we seek another place, we don't recognize what we have.  We need to choose what we have, instead of seeking another place.  What makes us think it's better there, instead we need to think it's better here, the place that Grandmother who offers us, the loving heart with so many views.  The palace of greatness we do choose has been brought to us, to have a view.  To receive our lessons while we travel through paradise, and to be a part of Great device.  The journey of life begins to run, over rolling hills and starts in spring, the time of blooming everywhere, the place of green grass, the place we stare.  Like the setting sun, during twilight, it's the sacred rainbow that we need, and we are here to be with God (oneness) because we need all our parts. 
Grandmother she offers us, the heart of you, the heart of me.  She is the grayness (mist) we don't sea, because we are so very busy.  And space is a place we need protect inside, the place of love where it grows, and we do need this space to be, a living dream with much to do.  Please Grandmother know we love you.  Please let us grow to choose fields of bloom, the voice of God (oneness) is within you, because you embrace us all, including you.  Grandmother we love you.  Grandmother we need you.  Grandmother it's your sacred view.  Please forgive your children, for they have sin.  But I know Grandmother you need us so, and we will try to be good children, and when some fail, to bring you love, they haven't remembered that it's your will.  You are the keeper of all our dreams, and we need you to love us all, will you please?  And I know that you are part of me, the heart of heaven that brings us here (Without Grandmother there is no Earth, or reflection of light to have dreams, living dreams we are part of.  This is our life, because it's the center for all to reflect from.). 

We bless you as you go. Have the courage, to flow and know. Have the will, to grow inside the show. Have the willing to be apart (separated colors of the rainbow), (part) of the sacred truth. I bless you, I bless the news, I bless the truth in all you do, to bring them love, to say the way of God's bliss in you. I bless you, the truth that flows, the heart of spring and heaven knows, the fall of time, as we do know, the time of youth, the time of cleansing. We bless you. We bless you. We bless you in all the places you do view. We bless you. We bless the sacred view. The loyal true, we bless you, we bless you, for God will always shuffle the few, who lead the way, who glow and say, heaven has come home, to lead the day, heaven has come home to save the day, to save our ways, to be the light of yesterday. Come on home, blessed days. Come on home!  
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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!
Rainbow Clan, the place where seeds find their home. Blessings of the Green Grass follows you to the throne (kinsmen)! Brotherhood, comes to run with an iron thumb (shines in the dark), the heart of a warrior, the heart of a man, the heart of a great spirit, that reaches and kicks (stands up for what is right and unites broken hearts). Follow the Great River, the crystalline shore leads, right down towards the heartbeat. Gather together and explore, the heart of all our relatives, we adore!

Here I stand, in Grandmother's land (dream space). It all belongs to you, because you are true. Seeking the heart that does good, always watching out for us. Thanking all that you do, because Grandmother we love you. Grandmother (guiding us towards our destiny), you hold our dreams. You allow us to fly with our Souls. And Blue Road cross the Red, to bring home the sacred Sun Dance (united soul and flesh, yellow way). And dreams are born within, because Grandmother, you always win(d). Your love fills our hearts. Because we do take a leap of faith, because you hold our hearts near yours and we never part. Let us dream in Grandmother Space and Grandmothers of the Green Grass, we hold your hands, for we are going home to the Rainbow Clan!


I Bless Myself and I Bless the World