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!
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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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Jeff Siegfried (Roar of the Buffalo Horn) Battles for the Golden Rule, Where Heavenly Gates Appear!

There are sailing shores to sea (vision of the heart). I am open to all of the breeze. Come walk with me today. I will show you the way. Making honey out of bumble bees, thinking always it's what it seems. Don't you stop and listen to this hum, it's a place, where we begun.

There are days, when I don't want to get up. When so many don't think of drinking from their cup (spiritual cup of gratitude). It's a golden world, when we do swirl (evolution bound). Thank you for filling me up.  It's time to listen to this cup (god's heavenly soul, blowing in the wind, contents of a cup).

And if you must walk away, just remember, my heart will pray.  I will think of golden waves, that find your heart always.  And if we did make this mark, can we find a will to start?  I seek the highest ground for you, where snow (blessing of the perfect form, prayer cloth) gifts us a view.  God is here inside of you.

Now we know, thunder is alive.  Now we know, it's all a good strive. Now we know, heaven's gates will appear, because we are here, to believe, yes, believe. We are here to achieve.  Whence came the golden rule, shadows are no fools. Give your love to everyone, because it's time to know the sun. Love is here your mighty gun. Let's blow them away. Put up your sails and pray.

Here we battle for good and bad, but what if we threw it all away, instead let us fight for love in our hearts, rather who is wrong or right, let us battle for the golden rule.  Reigning over this kingdom, God is here inside of man.  Do you sense the golden rule, the heart that knows how to bend, the bow of a grateful man.

Lift up your feet, hold on to me. We are going for a ride. Can you feel the wind blow? Can you feel my push go? (   breath  ) Can you feel the wisdom in your soul?  I say, it's king's reign, where all is true trains/tranes
* (young horse or the child within, the soul who offers wisdom to train others to be a knight, pull behind you, just like children). It's a place, where Love rules the land. And if we do flow, over river that do glow, how will we find a will to understand ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ we fight to remeant (coming back; returning), we fight to commend (worthy, entrust), we fight to gift again (give our hearts away).

Now, we are walking tall. Now we say, it's time to fall (prayer, bow in humbleness like the rainbow). Put down your weapons!  Pick up your sword (sever ignorance with your voice), fight ignorance and make your self heard. Fight ignorance, lift up the world (give them a better world).  Fight ignorance, hold the heart near (instead of afar).

Fight to win(d) (soul and heart is set free, united in heart, no separation when an embrace is used). Fight again, but always to make amends (to make changes, to amend, negotiate and/or reparation if necessary)! Always to unite broken hearts again! Uniting all in the wind.
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*Surname Note: De'Travernent/Tranent/Ternent/Trane. Tranent in East Lothian was give to Thorn Filius Swani De'Travernent, a French Knights Templar in 1127 in a Charterby King David 1 of Scotland who came to the Throne in 1124. Thank you Chevalier Denis De'Travernent.

**We are family, united in one blue sea (blue road), royal blue of me and you (heaven's wind), the true (relatives), rainbow clan who demand, love take the stand.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star for the Heart  Song of Jeff Seigfried "Roar of the Buffalo Horn. Rainbow colors golden (call of brotherhood), rainbow (law of love, red robe, reverberation), blue (heart of the world), gray.

Siegfried is of Old German origin, and the meaning of Siegfried is "peace of victory". Derived from the Germanic elements sigu "victory" and frid "peace". Powerful silence leads to peaceful victory. This is the empty space of heaven. Norse mythology comes from the northernmost part of Europe, Scandinavia: Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland. The mythology of this region is grim, shadowed by long, sunless winters. But the darkness is laced with gleams of grandeur and sparks of humor. The myths depict a universe in which gods and giants battle among themselves in a cosmic conflict fated to end in the destruction of the world. One story from Norse mythology tells of Sigurd, a hero who used a special sword to slay the dragon Fafnir. When Sigurd roasted and ate the beast's heart (followed the raging fire, the red road), he was able to understand the language of the birds (heavenly wisdom, freedom). They warned him that he was going to be killed (knowledge of heaven, understanding the journey has a mission, to accomplish and be reborn). 

"Geoffrey" is the older, British English spelling of the American English "Jeffrey", abbreviated as "Geoff" or "Jeff". Geoffrey originated from an Old French form of a Germanic  name. Although the name's second element is "frid", meaning "peace", the first element of the name is disputed. Possible words that it originated from include "gawia" ("territory"), "walah" ("stranger"), "gisil" ("hostage") or "god". It is considered possible that more than one of these words were used as elements of the same name. If "god" was among them, "Geoffrey" would likely be related to the name "Godfrey".Medieval variants on "Geoffrey" include "Jeffrey"and "Jeffery". Jeffrey is sometimes spelled with one f as in Jefrey. Jeff means peaceful place, peaceful traveler, Gift of peace, God's Peace, Divine Peace or simply "Peace".

Beloved Jeff Roar of the Buffalo Horn,

Looks like you got your heavenly name (mission in life) asking that question!  Buffaloes are representative to the four sacred directions, with the holy prayer cloth, the red robe around their backs. This is why the buffalo is sacred versus other cows, but still around the world, cows and all forms of relatives, represent the four sacred directions in rainbow colors.  This is our tools of light.

The horn is the call of brotherhood, but also the piercing into one's heart. Okay, beloved Roar of the Buffalo Horn, welcome home!

Both names Siegfried and Jeff are based on this word, "Frid" or pronounced "Freed". The godly warrior who is free, here he begins free and ends free, always returning home, always on the roam, journey to the heart is all that looms.  When freedom is known ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ your soul is free to dream, where peace is known, you are united, both worlds (red and blue, earth and heaven, light and dark, flesh and soul, breath and heart, dance and song), watching out that all get there!

Thank you for your Family, "the Siegfrieds", contribution with "I am a Sun Dance" music collaborations.    Looking forward to hearing your musical creations, collaborations with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy posted at this blog, new releases, song lyrics and other events.  As I can see, this is really your mission, to call all relatives, home, heaven and earth, here we come! Let's pierce those hearts and get them to open up, to join us Godly again, to know that love always win(d)s! It's the heavenly call, the soul that knows it all.

your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

by Dr Anthony E. Smart and Bythegods
Sigurd (Siegfried) was the greatest hero in Germanic legend, and central character of the Saga of the Volsungs. He was the foster-son of Regin, who sent him to recover a fabulous hoard of gold. Regin's father Hreidmar had first acquired this treasure, which once belonged to the dwarf Andvari. To get their hands on the gold Regin and his brother Fafnir had then killed Hreidmar, but Fafnir wanted the treasure for himself and turned into a dragon to guard it.

Regin wished to possess the treasure which his brother guarded, and to this end forged a great sword for Sigurd, but it broke the first time it was tested, and Sigurd had his father's sword reassembled and re-forged, to withstand every test.  Regin eventually took the shards of Sigmund’s sword and forged the sword Gram, so sharp it could cut straight through an anvil. Sigurd took this sword, and used it to pierce the armour of Fafnir the dragon. By cunningly stabbing the monster from underneath, Sigurd succeeded in slaying Fafnir, thus gaining both wealth and wisdom.  Sigurd then roasted the creature’s heart, and by licking the blood he learned the language of birds. When he realized that Regin intended to kill him for the gold, Sigurd slew him before carrying it away himself.

Sigurd then went to free the Valkyrie maiden Brunhilde, who lay in a magical sleep, cast there by Odin, for daring to rise above his wishes. But Brunhilde had sworn only to marry the man who could ride through the fire that surrounded her dwelling. Gunnar wanted her, but could not perform the feat, but Sigurd in Gunnar's shape did so. Thus Brunhilde agreed to marry Gunnar.  Thank you and

Summary and Analysis for Norse Mythology, Beowulf, The Volsungs, and Sigurd "the Mighty"

Image: Detail of rock carving at Ramsund, Sodermanland, Sweden. This Viking petroglyph shows the hero Sigurd stabbing the dragon Fafnir. In the centre is depicted Ygdrassil, the world-tree, upon which are perched birds. Birds were symbols of prophetic wisdom and it was their speech which Sigurd now came to understand.This idea of the Indo-European world-tree was syncretised by the Vikings (as it had been syncretised earlier by the Germans and earlier still by the Greeks), with the cross.(Image source:p.p. 154-155 The Viking World, James Graham-Campbell. ISBN 0906459044)

Relatives, To see for yourself, if indeed, you want to read the whole wonderful story about Norse Relatives and Sigurd (Seigfried) who becomes the hero, the sun, who followed in his fathers great footsteps. Blessings, Rainbow Warrior. This is page 3 and 4.

Odin fathered Sigi and at times bestowed favors on Sigi's descendants. When Sigi's son, Rerir, proved childless, Odin gave Rerir's wife an apple and in a short time she gave birth to Volsung, who became a powerful warrior. Among Volsung's children were Signy and Sigmund. Signy married a foreigner, Hunding, a treacherous man with no love for his in-laws.

One day the Volsungs were holding a banquet in their hall when a stranger appeared in a wide-brimmed hat and a large cloak. A gleaming sword was in his hand, and the stranger plunged it into the large tree that supported the rafters. He announced that the person to pull it out should own it, and then he vanished. It was Odin in disguise. Everyone tried to extract it and failed until Sigmund tried and wrenched it free.

Somehow Hunding managed to make captives of all the Volsungs, including
Sigmund (father). Night after night he chained them outside, where they were devoured by wolves. At last only Sigmund was left. His desperate sister Signy, torn between her family and conjugal loyalties, freed Sigmund and brought him the wondrous sword he had won. She also slept with Sigmund to give him a son necessary to avenge the murder of their kin. When the son was an infant she secretly gave him to her brother Sigmund to raise. This was Sigurd, born to be as fine a hero as his father. When Sigurd was grown he and Sigmund returned to avenge Hunding's bloody deeds. After imprisoning Hunding in his hall, they set fire to it. Signy watched enraptured now that her kin had destroyed the evildoer, but Hunding was still her husband, and she rushed into the burning hall to perish with him.

Sigmund performed many marvelous deeds of war with Odin's sword, but the time came that Odin had appointed for him to die. In the middle of a battlefield Sigmund saw the same figure that had entered his father's hall long years before. Odin touched the sword with his wooden staff and it broke in two. Sigmund was then mortally wounded by the foe. His wife tried to save him, but he calmly accepted Odin's will, knowing he would enter Valhalla. Yet he requested that the fabulous sword be allowed to be joined back together for another hero, which Odin granted.

That hero was Sigmund's son,
Sigurd (Siegfried, sun). He discovered the two pieces of the sword and had the dwarves forge them together. He had heard of the sleeping Valkyrie Brynhild, who was surrounded by a ring of fire that only a fearless warrior could break through. Brynhild had been punished by Odin for disobedience, and Sigurd resolved to rescue her. His search was long and perilous. During it he met and slew the dragon Fafnir, thereby obtaining the pile of gold and gems which the beast guarded. He also met an old wise man who revealed his future: Sigurd would prove the bravest of heroes, do nothing base, and yet his end would be full of wrath and anguish.

Arriving at the wall of flame Sigurd rode his horse through and awakened Brynhild, who gave herself to him in delight. He remained several days with her, only to leave her in that place. Sigurd traveled to the Giukungs, who were ruled by Gunnar, a king with whom he swore brotherhood. Gunnar had a sorceress for a mother — Griemhild — and she arranged it that Sigurd forgot Brynhild and married her daughter Gudrun. Sigurd had intended to retrieve Brynhild for himself, but having no memory of her he now undertook to win her for Gunnar, who was lacking in bravery. With Griemhild's magic he assumed Gunnar's form and passed again through the wall of flame. When he lay with Brynhild this time there was a sword between them, a token of Sigurd's loyalty to Gunnar and Gudrun. Brynhild now felt that Sigurd had deserted her, so she rode off to Gunnar's kingdom with this strange hero.

Back in Gunnar's land Sigurd secretly resumed his true form, and Brynhild was married to Gunnar. Brynhild resented Sigurd for his faithlessness. But resentment flared to hatred when, in a bitter quarrel with Gudrun, she learned that it had actually been Sigurd who had rescued her, rather than Gunnar. She wanted a dire revenge. To fan Gunnar's jealousy and injured pride Brynhild told him that Sigurd had possessed her for three nights, when they had really slept with the sword between them. She also told Gunnar that he must kill Sigurd or she would desert him. But Gunnar could not do it, for it would break his oath of brotherhood. Instead, Gunnar had a younger brother kill Sigurd as he slept.

Brynhild laughed bitterly as she heard Gudrun's shrieks on finding herself covered with her husband's blood. The Valkyrie told her anguished husband that Sigurd had remained pure and loyal, that her own love was given totally to Sigurd, and that she would die on his funeral pyre. Gudrun herself could not weep over her husband's murder. She sat silently beside the shroud, and others feared for her life. The women told stories of the terrible things that had happened to them in their lives, but Gudrun remained stony. At last one old woman uncovered Sigurd's head and laid it in Gudrun's lap to kiss. On seeing the bloody, lifeless face of Sigurd, Gudrun's stony reserve dissolved in tears.

To continue reading this wonderful story, I would visit page one,pageNum-112.html
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Image: Sigurd Family Crest which contains thirteen anvils representing brotherhood, yellow green are dreams complete.  Inside, waves represent water, where heaven is where the heart moves,to and fro to the new view. A wolf is a mighty warrior, with three arrows, is a dream of piercing the hearts of others to know joy. Anvils are the hammer of justice. Green is the unity of rainbow colors or of the brotherhood.

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!

Vera Sounding Roar, our Door Way Through, Holds a Candle Up For You!

Care to hold a candle high. Tell the world your stumbling by. Did not know, my name could bee, so important to the leaves. I am told of paradise, but I wonder, how could it be so nice. There is death and famine everywhere. My soul does wonder in this despair, how do we look on hope this way, when so many are down and gray? Tell it to the winds of time.  Do you feel my heart it wonders why.  What have you done, to bring us home? Do you call on the phone ?  Reaching out with prayers today, checking all the stairs (evolution of love), this day. Hoping all the children fair, on the weather of gifts that are rare. Healing hearts in everyone.  Can't you sea, we are under the sun. Light does shine, I know it's true, because I feel the heart of you. 

Give me your love today (I will embrace you). I want you to blow away (sailing heavenly oceans), into heaven's arms, you will find charm. Instantly no harm. We are embraced with love, because Great Mother looks after us.  We are beholden to the trees (tree of life), where all does feel the breeze.  Let the winds fly from my start, where my belly has a sacred dart. I fly to know, the soul from me to you, in the winds, the rivers are true. I come to open the hands of love. What can I do, to help make a stand?  Do you need me to know, the sovereign glow?  Do you need me to know, the distant shores, and galaxies? I will explore with you.  Just tell me your great grand view. I will shower beads of love, tears that fill the seas ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥  you and me.

There is shining day, when all hearts do learn to pray.  Give my soul a home yesterday, where I do return to clean this view.  I say, "Von voyage to you.  I'm sailing in the blue (with all relatives true) (she is saying good bye to last phase of evolution we depart, and greeting the new dawning across her heart, heaven and earth is where we start)".  All my sins are past me now, because it's not a grateful cloud. But in time, purify will come.  Live in freedom under the sun.  And what was impure did know, that heaven was home, to be blessed, return to the nest. I say, lets embrace, the darkness we chase. Let our hearts allow in, all that's blood ridden sin. We are going to live a new way. All was just yesterday. Bless the souls who don't know love, then we shall be pure, in heart like doves, peace in our hearts, peace in our souls. Peace, where the monkey always explores (waves, like when a monkey swings from tree to tree or from person to person), we swing in time, from place to shine.  And it's a way, to bring in a new day, the golden view, the heart of me and you.

Glory is sent to me, don't you hear it's a tree. The book of life (me) is sent, to bring in the lent (awaken heaven sent, rebirth). But I find wisdom that shows, because I do always glow (rainbow colors). My heart is near, the soil, that brings me home. On the roam.  I'm feeling blue, don't you feel the sadness in you?  I know it's time to depart, from sin, what a nasty art. But now, we are headed to a new view, out the portals, to sacred and true. We are going to a new age, where the dawn fills the light of the day. 

I light a candle for you!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother and Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand for the Heart Song of Vera "Sounding Roar, our Door Way Through".  Her rainbow colors are blue, rainbow, green, gray. No interpretation of rainbow colors or heavenly name.  Your must ask again, and be patient, my beloved Door Way Through.

 Rainbow colors:  Blue (feels them, the wind, heart of the world), Rainbow (turns into them, red robe, reverberates the rainbow colors), Green (then must embrace them, spiritual leading), Gray. You are depressed, they are not happy, how can you bee (dream).  The dream is to fulfill all the rainbow clan. We are going home, one heart, one mind, independent design (unique)!

Heavenly name: "Sounding Roar, our Door Way Through"
Blue person, heart of the world, thunder lightning (rainbow warrior), the Commander in Chief (the heart), we call the the "Sounding Roar", because she does have a loud snore (sleeping, crossing the bridge, much flight, over waves of plight, struggling for love, to bring home all the doves). What a delight, the leaves of time, bring in, when all does feel like heaven sent. How do I rescue the human heart, when so many just choose and dart, without ever looking straight ahead, where lies the path of a human net. We are woven together in time, now it's a place, for us to shine. Many call me, the "Door Way Through", (reflection of all light, the illusion, our reality, to be perceived by others, our radiation of rainbow colors) because I go, to make sure of the blue. Reaching out to everyone, my heart does long for the return.  Can you whisper to me this day?  Then we can go out and play.  Lean on love, that toils away, because, it's time for us to have a brand new way!

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Relatives,We who are free and need some relief understand the blessing in the breeze. Each day set yourself free, with the fire blessing (sage, incense, herbs or even gas, as any fire will do, with the blessing you imbue) that relieves disease, the hearts of those impure in the breeze. I bless the nine sacred directions in thee!
Your devoted servants, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, of the Rainbow Clan.

The Winged Heart
Posted by Antonia at Jul 12, 2010

"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." ~Kahlil Gibran~
Ever had a symbol repeatedly appear in your life? The Beautiful winged heart does bring a smile to my face, and as it has been showing up a great deal in my life of late, I set out to learn more about its roots. The winged heart holds different meanings for different people, and interestingly, is a common tattoo motif, representing a joyful, optimistic and free spirit. The heart has become a common symbol for Love, but was once thought to be the location of the human soul. It has been known as the ‘seat of emotions’ by Christians and Islam regards it as the ‘spiritual center’. In Egyptian symbology, wings are the symbol of spiritual progress, so the heart with wings signifies the heart reaching upward towards heaven. 

"Let Thy wish become my desire, let Thy will become my deed;
let Thy word become my speech, Beloved,
and let Thy love become my creed."
~Sufi Song~
The origin of the winged heart is as the emblem for the Sufi movement, a spiritual discipline within Islam. Sufism is known as “Islamic Mysticism,” in which Muslims seek to find divine Love and knowledge through direct personal experience of God. The heart is considered to be a bridge between the body and soul, a channel between spirit and material. The Sufi symbol is a heart with wings within which is a five pointed star (representing divine light) and a crescent moon (reflecting responsiveness to this light). The symbol was chosen by Hazrat Inayat Khan who introduced Sufism to the Western World, and he had this to say about the symbol: “In brief, the meaning of the symbol is that the heart responsive to the light of God is liberated.”

"Only from the heart
Can you touch the sky."
As I just wrote about Sacred Dance, in which I showed the “Whirling Dervishes”, it’s interesting to me that the winged heart is a reflection of the Sufi’s ability to empty of self, allowing for the human and Divine to meet, for dance is one of the methods through which they accomplish this. The “Turn,” the moving meditation done by Dervishes, actually originated with the Sufi poet Rumi. It is said that he was walking through the gold-smithing area of Konya when he was captured by the Beautiful music he heard in the hammering. He began turning in rhythm to it, an ecstatic dance of surrender with a disciplined center. He arrived at a place where ego dissolves and a resonance with Universal soul arrived. The literal translation of Dervish is “doorway.” Through a free heart, there is, indeed, a doorway.

"One of the reasons I am teaching this music and dancing is to increase Joy, not awe towards another person, but bliss in our own self. This is finding God within, through Experience." ~Samuel Lewis, aka Sufi Sam~

I Love the image of the winged heart which, for me, evokes an essence of blissful Love, harmony and freedom, which is what I feel when I dance, meditate and go within. I find the symbolism of wings, an openness, and joyful extension of Loving energy, so Beautiful. Our spiritual and personal growth is made possible with an open heart, and through quiet listening to our innermost desires at our spiritual center, we have the power to transcend. By allowing our heart to be open to Love, rather than in resistance, we rise, expand and are free. That’s the view through my lens, Dear Readers. I would Love it if you shared what the symbol evokes for you. 

Love and Blessings,
Thank you

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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!


I Bless Myself and I Bless the World