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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Monday, January 23, 2012

Singing in the Breeze, All Those Boys On Their Knees!

Let the boys out, the rainbow colors that they shout. Come hang in the garden of love, for I know you gift the hug. Share all the things we swing, from vine and limbering we sing. We are devoted to true, the circle of love that is imbued.

Hear, woof, woof, woof, the warrior who knows the hood. For he is ruffled and rare, the place that is uncompared. All those colors that swim, inside the sacred wind. And we are genuinely rare, the place we save there. Come let the boys out, they are the ones who will shout, come glory let me ride that wave, to a sacred daze.

We are the wolves that ride, all those cares we abide. Who is rougher than the next, because love will pass the test. Can you see, it's true, you and me who are imbued. Love can shine upon this world, the place of God will be stared. A vision of true that ensues, the company of the wolves (rainbow warriors of prophecy) that knew.

Rhythm and soul abide, to scare us into the pride (clan).  Because we need to share a w/hole within, where we fall down because of sin. But it's the place of whims, we need to solidify the grim, to bring us all back to one place, the state of radiating grace.

True love comes when we stand our ground, upon the sacred sounds (blessings in the winds, prayers that begin to resolve all that confounds). It's love that rules and reigns, there is no other gain. And if you think you are right, just think about other peoples plight, then you will walk towards their pain, even if they are to gain. We are the woof (woven together) in the hide (skin of the rainbow), those who weave and abide. We bring cheering on the run, for we are only just begun.

Let all those boys out (rainbow colors, our buffalo hide), to protect the world with their shout, but let them remember who rules, that love is the caring tool. And when things all go wrong, we are not bothered by a sun, because they need to grow, up inside of solid gold.

Brotherhood will let us wind, when we learn about the sin. We can only find our way, if love is used in play. When opposition arise, remember it's blessings that surmise. And we fight for love that rules, nothing else will be a tool. Woof, woof, woof, woof, the dogs who know it like they should. Touch the brother who is grim and teach them to bow again.

We are true to the heir of those who laugh together and share, for God is in each and everyone. We all live with the sun. Can you feel the boys in the winds, all those rainbow colors that need to wind. They are looking for some pride (proud to be who they are, the greatness, a star of heaven that presides within them, a light from within, the sun dancer), but don't know which wave to ride. If you stand there and let them go, you won't know about what's told. We need protect each and everyone, because they need to know their own sacred sun (soul within).

All those boys who que (hang together), to the laughing of a tool (rainbow colors in dance), engraving their souls to love, instead of seeking to shove. But when it's time to fight again, we will fight and always win/d (fighting to bring back love with blessings). We are children of the sun, grateful and on the run. Over sailing seas we flow, just like a rainbow show. There we find a will to prize, those who are willing to bow and ride, all those waves of heavenly true, that's what love does imbue.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings

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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!

Great Father Sings For Our Liberty

(drum beats) beat, beat beat (the buffalo drum).


Pouring my heart, I feel all the children start. There's a beat, my heart sow sweet. I can feel the steps of the glory I meet. Sun shine find me, that's where I'll be. Children behind me, glorious seas. Sharing, that's the daring. Holding for love is the race of time. And I want to tell you all my little children, you must race to the arms of each other. There's little time to behold, to learn the sacred told. then we will unfold to bee . . . Oh I hear you always calling after me,. "Oh rescue me. This is your Great father in the sky. I hear every single cry.  And I know you want to feel the world, but often you think you disappear (pouring rain). Yet in my eyes, in my arms I cradle you.  And the power and force of love that imbues you, comes calling when you, rest upon the hands of time. It's the greatness inside your heart that chimes. And I leave you with this, a tender sacred kiss between your eyes. You can find a vision and help your soul arise, when you remember you're greatness inside.


Bow, remember bow down and kiss this world. Show your Great Mother that you are willing to herd.  Put yourself in a circle and say, "I'm willing to listen to you", because children you are from the blue. Every day it's mighty the blessed winds of time. And yet you (are) still fighting over which river or ryhme. But you don't look within and don't feel the sin, instead you think you know where to begin. I tell you truly love will show you the kiss. Always give love and you'll never ever miss. Because you are the greatest inside the glory true. And you could be all that was knew/new. When you forgive yourself and you forgive all the rest, for all those people who didn't pass the test. They didn't understand love. They didn't know to run into your arms, when you felt their harm. And now it's time to learn to let them all come on in, for every single weapon and every single sin. Because love will grow out of you, blossom flowers that are true. For you are my Great Grandchildren that love,  I embue. 


Don't forget me I left a kiss on your forehead to sea. Go find yourself a vision and lift your heart to liberty. And there you will know the message that I sent to you, that love is the way you imbue. You are my greatness my treasure I hold in my heart I know the tears of heaven will gift you the start. And I feel the drops fall down inside your soul, just remember to rise up and fold (together). We are together one place, one time. We are the raindrops that come to deliver the hearts of thine. We are the river, the oceans and the sea, because you are the children in the breeze.


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums


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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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