The days are long and nights are short to dream away our fields (seeds for tomorrow). And I would like to get along with all that knows the truth. We are a family and foes for sure (regardless of hate or love, we are God's children, all of us), but then how can we turn to embrace in haste, without any disgrace (walk towards a broken heart, validate all the parts)? My hand leans on rules of love.
Days linger of a new world, a place to hold my hand (dreams fulfilled). I seek a cloud (fire and water, blessings astound) and understand, how God is folded (space of light and dark, together not apart) out loud (the voice of our souls, need shout, to let it out). And meet the soul, to greet the flesh, to know of all of God's words/works. I am a soul, that knows of gold (brotherhood), because I praise the day.
Prayer gifts us the waves of love, over sailings storms we do flow. My life is gifted to me everyday, to lean on loins of love (continuation of the physical form, walking the red road, the law of love). And my heart will know the days gone by, when children grow everywhere.
We reach into heaven and pull down a star, to begin a trip into destiny. The road is perilous but joyous too, our hearts are always full. Can you feel the soul enraged in you? Can you feel it's time to ascend (evolution, brings us home)? It's a new world that is dawning, a magical carpet ride. We need only to trust God's inner light.
We are many, who are devoted and true, but so many don't have a clue. How does the world, know how to step aside without love, it's not God, but Man who lose. It's too bad, my heart does leap without any noose. If only the world, could lean on love. If only they could use their hearts, then we could be humble and always impart, the soul that always is the start.
I seek the heavens within me. I seek the heaven at night. My dreams come towards the rapid door, the place, where streams do flow, the light of the Golden Rainbow. Come gather children of the world. Come feel the heart want to explode. It's time for us, to be good children to God, for they depend on us.
Feel joy, feel joy, feel joy. Know it's how we are supposed to feel. Let the world come on in, bring the whole without any sin, just purify in the wind. Get down on your knees and begin (prayers will save our world).
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings for the heart of Grandfather Kevin Silverhawk (White Eagle) a gift of the Sacred Song Blessings. His Rainbow colors (sacred four directions) are white (grandfather), lavender crown (belongs to the people, a prince), green (oneness embrace) and gray (grandmother, dream space). Kevin means "handsome beloved" or beautiful at birth, this is often the case of Grandfather white light, streaming all colors brighter than all, the star in heaven that shines.Important note, it's imperative that those who are lavender persons (inner most color) or lavender overlay (Grandfather Prince Kevin Silverhawk rather White Eagle) must beat on a drum 20 minutes per day, to relieve the collision of light and dark. For holiness (lavender, the eagle) must fly eternally to bring us together, always, binding our souls with our flesh, to unite heaven and earth, a living fire of purification. It is also very important to realize that those who wear the crown belong to the people, like a release valve for pain. This is why constant blessings are important for all the people minimum 6-8 times a day with fire, saying "I bless the sacred nine directions" to cleanse space for all relatives. This must be done by lavenders and lavender overlays, regardless of a crown or not.
On Tue, Oct 26, 2010, Grandfather Kevin wrote:
Whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com,I have read your web site its beautiful. I just wanted to ask the meaning when you dream of a white buffalo in the sky staring at me down. And for some reason I have been feeling its presence more often. I have had couple but this last one was about the government having war and elders which were spirits spoke to me and said that there was going to be a war . If you can please let me know all this meaning . Thank you so much God bless
On Tue, Oct 26, 2010, White Buffalo Calf Woman wrote:
Beloved Grandfather Prince Kevin,
Working on your blessings right now! The eagle is a hawk, however more appropriate for you is White Eagle. Your rainbow colors are white (grandfather), lavender (holy eagle, prince, not all are prince), green (oneness) and gray (grandmother space). There is so much to share, but we must take smaller steps (many small steps, to equal abundance, to understand).
The buffalo represents the sacred four directions, the white buffalo is one who walks the united four roads (roads read whitebuffalocalfwoman.net). You are Grandfather, the most humble and know the bow of humility. Grandfather welcome home into my heart.
We are going through a cleansing, and the world is looking at great destruction, governments know, but don't want the people to know or get them riled up, because the more is dead, the less they must control. This is the problem really more for them, because they don't know the sacred walk. Only the pure in heart will survive the heavenly cleansing of the fire. We are getting prepared, but so many need walk home, and this is not happening, and most natives who are the greatest warriors, soul elders, are not coming home, because of hate upon their hearts. This must be known, that we are going home, and that I am home to hold their hands, but hate blinds them. And I know the pain and suffering, but this is what we do for the family of Oneness.
The great migration begins and we have only 3 years to prepare (http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-fire-migration-2013.html). My grandfather, tell all, that it's time to walk the talk, instead of all that talk. It's the red road, the law of love.your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman
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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!
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