Grandmother Missionary Steams

Come and be faithful in this place, My heart is grateful for your human face, but I can see and feel the world. There are spirits living inside of this chill. And when the heat rises up to seek. loyal and those who were gentle and meek come hold our hands, we are going to a place that understands. Share your heartbeat with me child. Listen to the roar of your smile and comes sweet, melody. And all you share with this world for awhile. Come and fill this heart with yoru smile and come glean on me. Fill this tree.


There we shall be one river shining for all the sea. And tender roots that grow, will know which way to go.  And when we find that rushing stream, the beloved soul will dream, we will fly away, just like the sun shine in the daze.  And merry go around you will sea, the heart of what you keep with me, this company. Your smile does sing to me. Come lean on love forever in the breeze.


faithful not distasteful. Instead clean your plate up. And appreciate it's gait now, it's time to see. Behold the plate now, you can see your reflection you are sow proud and it's a gleaming light for all to see. And it's you my dreaming child, come hold me closer for a while, come share your heartbeat. come share your dream.......ing. I want to know just how to grow, upon like dadidy lions on the snow bank, I will fly free. Come blizzards hit upon me. yet when the spring comes I adore, the sun comes out and my heart just want to explore the feelings of love that bring us together again. 


Sleeping monsters come and share your face, because I just want to kiss it up without a trace, then you will know love, kisses of all the doves. And every tree will blossom forth, to bring in hope for all to adore, it's in your heartbeat. I feel it's sow sweet. And come my faithful ut my enemy, I know you need some company, love did not flow through your door, but you still need more love to adore. Come closer I will show you love, no matter how you flow this day, because we save, all our children for a new day. come butterflies fly with me, across the migration this mighty sea, it's coming home, the blooming of the royal suns. And we shall join in paradise, the singing longing in our prize, that' s you you know, just your smile does show.


Be faithful, join with everyone. come children help us find the sun. it's going to be true, love will blossom in you. And when you don't think love is real, remember Grandmother stands here still to join you in the wind, to comfort everything, to show your heart will be filled, will love again. Just purify and shine and rave, you are the star of heaven you just saved, your perfect heart, the crystalline start. join the river band, the rainbow clan, and you will be together one safety plan, together will/we'll sea, heavenly will be our tree.


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star for the heart for the Heart of Grandmother Comfort in the Wind our Sunshine Glory Shines, the "Missionary Steams".

Call me a river dance if you must, but don't call me after your lust, unless it's pure life, just a chance I will deliver your strife into the hell's gate, where purification will never be late. That is the dream to be clean, holy being of Missionary Steams (holy smoke). That's what they know me by. That's what I gleam.


Grandmother Comfort in the Wind our Sunshine Glory Shines, the Missionary Steams pipe song

Inside of me, show me. Inside of me, let me be free. Inside of me, watch me, grow like a child in the breeze. Inside of me, a tree is growing. Inside of me, I can hear your call. Inside of me, I want to be flowing, but all I can do is bawl. Inside of me, so much is moving, like a thunder storm in the clouds. Inside me, I have much showing, all hte stories at their knees. Light your pipe today, know the human rays. Sing your song to the world, let us all be filled. Come shine a happy smile, to know all heaven loves this while. And inside of me, there shines forever, the place within, my heart. Light this pipe today, know we are to praise, every plant in the sky, each according to who and why.  And as I purify this state, the sage that makes me awake, the solemn vow of my love. come over me and show me like doves. Inside me, a smoke does rise. Inside of me, I am a cloud of mise*. Inside me. Come and tell me soul, I am the holy rolling smoke.  Tell the story, come show me please all the wisdom of my enemies. Tell them love is on it's waves, come my children bow and pray. Inside of me, I let you free. Inside of me love grows from this tree.

* Mise: to mind, to be miserly, to take care of, share, a tax, honory gift to king, tribute paid, expense, dispersement, writ (written document) of right, the kingdom of brotherhood and basically sharing, to mind and respect what you have and to honor it.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, Sacred Horn flute, Wisdom River Shines rattles and Grandmother Comfort in the Wind hoops! (05042012)

On Mon, May 7, 2012 at 11:32 AM, Comfort in the Wind Sunshine Glory Shines wrote:

Aho my beloved granddaughter, White Buffalo Calf Woman our Twin Deer Mother,

Thank you! for the song and the images and for posting on my blog and all (comfortinthewind.blogspot.com).  They look wonderful and I love the images!  Grandmother wrapped inside her webs is magical.  I thank God that you can hear our heart song and sing it out, to help us bring out our sun-light so stout.

Oh where, o where doth the song now roam?

Oh where, o where doth it fly?

I have searched high and low,

looking for the heavenly glow,

Oh where, o where have you gone.

Do I bow low enough?

do I sing for the dust?

Oh where, o where can I find?

looking into the deep,

I find my soul doth keep,

my song,

a love that will not hide.

Oh where, o where does the little child play?

Oh where, o where can he go?

Is it safe here on earth,

this place of great girth,

or can he fly to heaven for the day?

When the winds blow true and hearts are made new,

goodness then flows forever from me into you.

Oh where, o where can the little child sing?

Oh where, o where can he blow?

Bubbles so sweet,

they land at your feet,

now softly drifting in the snow.

Oh where, o where can the little child laugh?

Oh where, o where can he be free?

In heaven here on earth,

we delight to be new birth,

precious seed now planted so deepily.

Oh where, o where can the little child dream?

Oh where, o where can he be found?

It is in his little heart,

where love doth beget and start,

Rainbows of Glory now abound.

To all the children and grandchildren, I send blessings in the nine sacred waves, to fill us up to the top of our cups, grace and mercy will follow us all our days.

Grandmother Comfort in the Wind your Sunshine Glory Shines, the "Missionary Steams"
elder gray child, http://comfortinthewind.blogspot.com

Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam).
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