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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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Give Me Humble Blessings

Give me humble blessings, to give my heart a demand. I will show you true love the path of the single dove (i will fly to you, where ever you are).  Come brave soldier, come into the fairy land, where magic is a true heart that stands. And like a mountain grieving, the soul needs to leap with faith, to bow down to the valley, where all is planted with the grapes (blossoming fruit on a vine, we are intertwined). 


We are mighty children, when we remember the soul within. We shall be like ghosts, the holy place of sins (relativity of dream space). But as we learn to cleanse our hearts, we find a (truly holy) ghost of pure love.  That's a ghost to reckon with, because power stems from a dove (singularity of love's devotion). Pure love. Love that is true. Compassion blossoming out of you. And if you don't have tears today, because your heart was broke, remember the many warriors, who are part of the spokes. And we are the circle of many, the tribes of the lands, for we are the children of the mighty, the gospel inside our hands. Gift to the people and children, the plants, rocks, animals too, because someday that will be your witness, your vision will come true. Learning about how to be grateful, in a daze that comes to reign (heaven upon earth), I say forever be true my fields, let the blooming grapes yield*.


*Joyous gathering of faithful devotion of sharing, gathering, eating, drinking and having a good time (tears of joy), now with the morals of brotherhood and righteousness, love purifies the heart, to bond together, like an arc, the ark through time, that allows us to shine, just like one small thin dime (sky or atmosphere, it's embrace on the fragile world we live).

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, elders of the rainbow clan. Alightfromwithin.Org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy


 
 
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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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