Come my children gather inside of me. Hold your hands towards the face of destiny. Give your heartbeat to the wind. Know it's time for us to release our sins. Give in faithful to all of destiny. Give my heart a place to bleed. And when it's time for us to make amends, just realize, we can start again.
Hold each other in your arms. Hold the sacred charms. Hold the fountain to the sky. Let us hearts glide. Give into all your secrets whims, but don't forget to bless to begin. Take the heart out of everyone(thing). Learn to overcome.
Wake up to destiny this day. Wake up to all we say and pray. Feel the heartbeat of everyone/thing. Feel the heart beat yet to come. Tell the little children it's time to seek, inside a heart that plays for keep. It's a soul that looks to ride, over the oceans of time.
Can we find a way to live? Inside the heart of those who give? Can you feel it in your heart? Can you feel the sacred part? Each of us, have wills to fly. Each us us must realize. Each of us, must make a soul, that comes down from god and is so bold.
Now it's heaven's relief in store. don't you feel the golden door? Miracles come when we believe, that all of God lives inside of dreams. You and me are company. You and me do find the breeze. You and me, come from heaven above, down to land upon this ground. Hold it, treasure it, inside your heart. Remember Mothers got a part. Hold onto the planet that you live, because it's part of God, inside who grieves. The soul that looks to leap and leave (from inside, to outside, the soul exposes self).
We can find a will today. Look inside a heart and leap this way. Because it's God inside the soul, the heart inside of every bold. The plant, the animal, rocks you sea, they have much to teach and lead, but our souls, must listen inside, receive their comfort and collide. It's time for us to realize.
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle, for the heart of Grandmother. Sacred Song Blessings for Grandmother Heaven's Rife (wonderland, abundance of God's world), our Living Window (balloon in the sky), also known as Iron Hand Robert
Image: A warrior must look into the eye of the dog soldier!
The wind speaks to me, I sense the wonder here. Inside of God, who is all near. They call me Wonderland, you sea, the heart with a sleeve, tears do find me. Where do you think, we come from? If not inside our hearts. the soul that leaps beyond for keeps, on the other side. And here we find a life. They often call me sally (rush forward, leap, to venture), the soul that looks to find. But inside a heart that knows how to collide, my soul does realize. I am called, "Heavens Rife" (to be like God, abundant, a Hebrew word rife, other spellings rifr, rif, ryfe, rijf ). Then there shall be the four halls of winds, I shall hold them close. God does know, the heart of a roost (four sacred directions), the beckoning told (stories). Speak to sorrow (rivers do flow, angels are known). Speak to joy. Speak all inside. The soul doesn't want to hide. I am known through the kingdom. I am known, to bring in life. And I'm called, the "Living Window", because I'm strong as life. Come look out into this rife (wonderland, abundance of God's world). Come look out to find a new life.
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle, for the heart of Grandmother. Holding Grandmother Heaven's Rife (wonderland, abundance of God's world), our Living Window (balloon in the sky) close to our hearts, because he always asks for others, with devotion, a true blue servant to the world. His Rainbow Colors are Gray, magenta, green, gray, the four sacred directions of his wind. Let us pray for Grandmother who hold our dreams! Vision: His magenta appears, with all those rainbow colors, shines down over green fields. at first I saw blue, then blue skies, but then I realized, it was green, what a surprise, just to show, how he is living window, the blue skies are held in his arms, Grandmother charm!
Mother of Night
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| Image: Center of the Milky Way, where we live in the universe! |
Mother of Night, adorns her face with the stars.
Venus, a bendi for her third eye.The infinite universe, her womb.
Where the moon hangs as her egg,
reflecting the light of creation.
Mother of Night blesses us by holding space for the sun.
It's brilliance, her passion, her nurturing gift,
for us, her children.
Thank you Mother for birthing us in your Holy Temple,
for allowing us to grow and heal
and know and understand Divinity
in the way that you know and understand Divinity
After a medicine ceremony a year ago or so, I wrote this poem and thought I would share it. Thank you and bless you, White Buffalo Calf Woman and Holiness David (Running Eagle) for the space you hold.
Love and blessings,
Grandmother Heavens Rife, your Living Window
aka Iron Hand Robert Abdallah
Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
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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