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!"

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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! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html.
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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Monday, January 18, 2010

Sacred Heart Song for Ritch Our Dreamer Who Longs for the Sun


Everywhere I look around, there the sun has found only frowns, and what can I do, to bring them up, I want to gift them the life (assist them when they are down), "that sucks" (misery, and need to replenish their heart, the darkness within, where we need to drink from the Cup of God to replenish our souls, with the alightfromwithin). Come on children, walk with us, where the song, leads us down the hall, to journey in miracles, to journey in song, to where our Brothers (brotherhood) get along.

Come and see the rising sun.  Come and dance and be with the moon.  And I know you are going to be understood, when you journey inward, for all this is should.  There is a star, that is hidden deep.  There is a miracle, that knows no bound.  And I have the hand, that will lift you up.  I will be here, when you are down.

There is only sunshine ahead, if only you can open up your heart.  And I know goodness has a reigning hand, because my love, God is here to be a clown, to bring your rainbows, and put on a smile.  This is the way God lives out loud.  And we need brothers who can take their place, give your heart, for goodness sakes.

Come and see, the place to be, where the dreams lead us home to bee (impossible flight of the dream).  And I will be there walking with you, because my heart, it has a clue.  The wisdom, that lies inside of you.  Keep on trucking (to move over rolling hills in time, the dream dance ), keep on the show, because God is mighty and always knows, what lies in your heart, when you choose shame, for there is not time to waste in this gain. Come and dance instead with me.  Come and gift the heart that bleeds (suffers for others), and I will be there standing with you, my heart longs to have a perfect view.

My heart longs to have a perfect view (blessed crystalline stone river).

Don't live in shame this day, instead pick yourself up.  Don't have to be the empty cup. Come and fill yourself up with love.  Come and drink from the fountain of youth, the heart that knows, the heart that feels.  The heart, that longs, to bee with me.  And I will dream and unfold, to be the miracle, that shows and blows (the horn of the coming ages of angels). 

And I know God is waiting of me.  I know God is here to send us liberty.  And I know you can give in to love, just take my hand, and look me up.  For I will be waiting, to gift you love.  I will be here to offer you the sun.  And when you are down, I will pick you up, for my heart has longing, to be with you in the sun.  My heart has longing to be in the sun (the risen sun, is when the blue road of the soul, and the red road of the flesh join together to be the rising sun, to do what one says!).


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, the Sacred Heart Song for Ritch our Dreamer Who Longs for the Sun!


The boy's name Ritch \r(i)-tch, rit-ch\ is a variant of Aldrich (Old English), and the meaning of Ritch is "old".  In Chinese society, teachers command a lot of respect, and must be addressed properly.  Lǎoshī is the Mandarin word for “teacher.” It has two characters: 老師 and the first character lǎo 老 is a prefix which means “old.” The second character shī 師 means “teacher,” so the literal translation of lǎoshī is “old teacher.”

When speaking of the word "old", we must understand that this brings wisdom, with age. Ritch is an Elder Soul, for he is the Yellow Person, where dreams are born, within the darkness, to be brought homewards, into a world, that starts in our dreams.  Exhibiting the wisdom of age and maturity, always comes from our Elder Souls, "ancient as the sun". [Old English eald; related to Old Saxon ald, Old High German, German alt, Latin altus high]


In the word "ald" which means old a Saxon term, the Old English was not static, from the Anglo-Saxon migrations that created England in the 5th century to some time after the Norman Conquest when the language underwent a dramatic transition. During this early period it assimilated some aspects of the languages with which it came in contact, such as the Celtic languages and the two dialects of Old Norse from the invading Vikings, who occupied and controlled large tracts of land in northern and eastern England, which came to be known as the Danelaw.

The Vikings spoke Old Norse, a language related to Old English in that both derived from the same ancestral Proto-Germanic language, as with the Celtic influence, altered by the transition away from the runic alphabet (also known as futhorc or fuþorc) to the Latin alphabet, which was also a significant factor in the developmental pressures brought to bear on the language. Old English words were spelt as they were pronounced. The "silent" letters in many Modern English words were pronounced in Old English: for example, the c in cniht, the Old English ancestor of the modern knight, was pronounced. (How funny Holiness David always pronounces the silent "k", as he has the Viking within, that roars, the Golden Lion.)

This also was influenced by the Wiccan Religion, where "levity" brings us fruition of our dreams (walking on, or being lifted into the air with no visible agent at work; "levitation" or "Spiritual Flight". It may be conscious or unconscious; it is magic) which was predominate during these periods over the rolling hills, where alchemy was part of the shift from the darkness (lead, heavenly numinous darkness) to the golden light (gold, earthly luminous lightness), where men are free (not chained by their own hatred, but recognizes greatness in all beings), to fly in our dreams (to bring into fruition, our daily lives). Ritch teaches us, that history and age, offer us wisdom, of where we come from, to where we are going, in the eternal circle of life. It is the "Elder"  or "ealder" (patriarch, chief, "eald" old), the rising sun, the world of the inner dream, is where the the ald "old" offers us wisdom of the ages.

 
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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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