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For the pipe brings me home to the world, that I belong. My heart sings Lakota (standing up, rising sun), the place where green grass grows. I feel the wind upon my face, the breath of life does blow. And inside my heart I know the storm is perfect raging flow. Nakota (embrace) you bring me peace among the stars. Dakota (wind) you sing to me, keeping all in the perfect know. And when I am united, in song and flesh we do never part. I say, my heart and joy does long to embrace all the perfect parts. I am the spirit of the four directions, the holy temple within me and I can fly beyond the clouds, to greet perfect company.
I bless the nine directions, the north south east and west, the up and down and all around, bring evolution abound. Now inside and out stands side by side to bring us complete and content. It's peace I know among the hills, where the green grass grows every time, the paradise of the sublime. The promise, that G_ah_d (utterance of heavenly transmission) is here inside. A light from within begins.
Welcome home Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy!
"Ask for your colors you can believe all the rainbow you can receive, the sacred garment of lights that lead, the spreading sheets of leaves. Here the way is clear to be, the loving and sacred tree. Take to your heart all that you dream (believe) and come and fly with me!" says, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
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!"
To unify the rainbow and bring the song of love to everyone, Holiness (morning star), I need thee for all to see, the place where there is no disease, the gardens of paradise belongs to thee, the growth of a bloom for all to sea, the heart of you and me!
The four sides of a clover, where buffalo roam (four sides of a house, our rainbow colors, the four directions), has only decide to catch the rain. The tears of those who need to expose, a heart full of pain. They need a Great Mother who can feel the heart of their clover, to embrace all they feel each day. Teach the hourly blessing and daily fire ceremony (best hourly too, but baby steps to learn the way) to cleanse their own river (spiritual flow, the wind that blows, in the holy temple within), sow you don't have to feel all their pain. Warriors you have so much to gain, our Great Father is need of your reigns. Gift him a heart of a warrior, who shall show the way!
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 in the breeze.
Shame and blame are the past's game, and now we are onto a new frame (Just say, "I will do better the next day."), the vision of Oneness of heaven above (soul), where song's sing down below (flesh), rejoice I say, rejoice and play, while we learn to live a new way! Brotherhood here we come, let's hop, skip and play!
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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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