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| Follow the Magnetic Flow, the Crystalline River Glow |
(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 GiftAs 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.
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| Dog Warrior, Brother Wolf Speaks |
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)!
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| 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, alightfromwithin.org, the rainbow warriors, who explore!
Joyful for the Celebration of Liberation
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.http://houseofthebeloved.blogspot.com/2010/09/joyful-for-celebration-of-liberation.html
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 houseofthebeloved.blogspot.com, who Walk and Talk with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, alightfromwithin.org.
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.
http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2009/11/white-buffalo-calf-woman-interprets.html
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. (whitebuffalocalfwoman.net 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!
http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-crow-comes-home-to-share-his.html
Veronika Holy Flight Sails Across the Seas and Washes Us With Snow
(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).http://greatspiritmother.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-spirit-mother-melinda-scare-crow.html
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!
http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2010/01/rainbow-man-and-white-buffalo-calf.html
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).
Indigo and Crystal Children
http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2009/07/indigo-and-crystal-children.html
What is Truth and How to Manage Your Crystal and Aqua Children!
http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-truth-and-how-to-manage-your.html
http://peacefulwisdomprayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/brother-wolf-speaks-warrior-freedom.html
Sacred Fire Blessings and Creating Sacred Space
http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.org/blessingsandprayers/creatingsacredspace/walkabout
Fire Rituals (Archived Tab Fire Rituals, Whitebuffalocalfwomanning.blogspot.com)
http://whitebuffalocalfwomanning.blogspot.com/2010/05/fire-rituals-whitebuffalocalfwomanningc.html
http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-buffalo-calf-woman-returns-to.html
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. http://crystal-indigo-children.blogspot.com/2009/09/gathering-of-flowers-joy-leads-show.html
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!
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!
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".
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.)
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.).
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.).
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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!
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!
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