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! 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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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Southern Season's Song, Springtime Brings Roses!

Tania Southern Season, on the Hoops after Google Chat. Her Sacred Song Blessings for today.

Spring time brings roses (spring is represented by a new beginning, like our evolutionary process we are entering, the dawning).  And summer brings posies (full blossom as we we enter the world of wakening).  And dreams do blow in the wind (we are all bound together, by light and dark space, like leaves upon the blue skies, the reflection of our lives). And I know it's time to be grateful because my plate is full.  And there's so much to blow in the wind.  The days seem longer, as I get along here, but I seem to miss all my relatives.  The world is much smaller (as we realize all light and dark).  The days are not longer, but I feel that my world, is coming to still (reflection of our lives).  And there inside, a place we do hide (shadows and sins do fill).  A mirror to my heart.  I want to look and shout (let it all out, to purify the night, heaven's dark, the shadows and the arks-to sail free).

There is a place you sea, that cures all ailments within me. And I know it's a great time, to be a heart that is blind (faithful shining light from within).

We do know when to feel the breeze.  We do know if we need.  We do know if we love them.  We do know if we win(d).  We do know how great we all are.  We do know that I'm mighty as a jar, holding the world inside of me.  That's how they get all swimming free.  I think I am going by, towards the heart of majesty.  And what do I do if others don't find in me, the miracles we do hide.  Why can't we all just let it out.  I want to feel my rage and shout.  I want you to glide along, with love in your heart.  Just feel the pull of me.  Inside I feel liberty.  And when you pray with me. I will find a way to survive.

God is great in everything.  And I know you always sing.  What's more, you are a love to me, because you stand in front of me.  We are relatives true, just have to look at you.  Inside my garden pure, it's a world that has all cures.

Love goes down river streams. I feel like majesty. I feed the souls of time, let us shine and shine.
Glory to everything.  Opening up our hearts that reign.  And even Spring does know, that summer is oh sow bold. And we are going to be this time, a heart that submits to nigh (those that draw nearer), only God's will it' will be, heaven's control over me.


We can find only love, when willows and true doves, find our hearts in everything, it's what will make us rain.  For tears are mighty cures.  Serving all our fears. And when we need our love, we shall only whisper in the wind.  Let us pray, God, we listen to all the tears, in the wind.  Fill them up with joy and laughter again.
 

For we do shine.
We are mighty God with light.
WE are golden ones.
We are rising suns.
Gift love to everyone.
Feel like a cloud who knows, that gardens always grow, when water rains so bold, and rainbows rule the show, with love and care of you.


It's true.


White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the heart of Southern Season, the push of loves embrace.
Purification by fire, releases all your sins, please visit here to learn about fire ceremonies http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.org/blessingsandprayers/creatingsacredspace/fireceremony.

 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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She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)
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