I ask the Great Spirits running in the clouds. Walk with me and make my heart feel loud. Tell me where my song leads me. I want to know the grieving of all the daze, just one more phase. Sow much to dew, longing for the green grass view. And we are all the Saviors to this world. We are all magical herds/heards. We are thankful for Gifts from God. Every breath feels my heavy clod (earth clay/soil, feet, rooting, cling for a loving embrace). I wish for all this occasion to shine true in your heart. We are part of this Rainbow. Don't you feel the humble arc?
There is a day inside of heaven, where we come to a comfortable place to play. We will be all together, making love to the outdoors display. There the green trees will plummet into the river's edge, to gift us trails of forgiveness (river full of fallen trees, curing process before renewal). Just one more time to lift our wails/whales. Let our songs fill the trails. We are children of this Rainbow. Let us become welcome to all this air.
Breathe deep and know there lives magic. Inside of you, there is a time, when we shall always know of comfort, the waking of the sacred sublime. And within a shining diamond, shares all the colors in the wind. We are tuned to this magic, where the making of all of this sin (orchestra, learning about the heavenly wind). We can tell us forever, the places we bind with our hearts. We are the children of the rainbow, learning lessons to teach us the walk. Holy is bountiful goodness, learning is each step of the way. And we must learn to strive faithful, as we forgive the sins of the day. Joy will come and laughter, when we decide it's God's fate. We need to understand our holy duty, it's our duty to love each other on the land (a clean slate). I send my prayers out into the fields, nine streams of colors un-compared/untempered (divided perfectly rows of the heavenly seas). And then we shine like "there are diamonds", in the night sky, where all begins.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for our beloved red child, Standing Leaf your Strands of Living, red child, law of love enforcement, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Kristofer Trinity Schell/Rocky River On The Run *Red/Yellow/Green/Gray* Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sends his embracing love (drums while echoing), for his birthday month and for his genuine heart who loves the Rainbow Clan. That would be you and me, all of the Sacred Trees.
Standing Leaf song excerpt, the GREEN GRASS VIEW for all our Relatives sharing:
I ask the Great Spirits running in the clouds. Walk with me and
make my heart feel loud. Tell me where my song leads me. I want to know
the grieving of all the daze, just one more phase. Sow much to dew,
longing for the green grass view. And we are all the Saviors to this
world. We are all magical herds/heards. We are thankful for Gifts from
God. Every breath feels my heavy clod (earth clay/soil,
feet, rooting, cling for a loving embrace). I wish for all this occasion
to shine true in your heart. We are part of this Rainbow. Don't you
feel the humble arc? (the Rainbow Clan)Greetings Sheldon Ward (Pyajin Tatanka - Standing Buffalo),
I had a vision of you, my beloved little one (ja ja hoe, the kind hearted flow).
Standing Buffalo (Pyajin Tatanka) vision by White Buffalo calf Woman: You were standing inside a river/creek about waist level. It was dark gray (ah silver), like at day break waiting for the rising sun. You had in your right hand a clump of soil (where it seemed to be rice and sod, but did not see it, washed away). In your left hand, some wet clay. You threw it at me. It felt like it was playful, yet misunderstood from my point of view, not readily understanding you (no remorse). I felt a bit higher on the river bank viewing and receiving on the eastern shore.
The next day you came to visit me spiritually (entered without asking or knocking), and you found me lying down crying. I had to ask other spiritual relative/s to usher you out to the front porch, where you lingered until you left. Hopefully they took care of your needs. Relatives said, "You were confused why you couldn't come in". It's simple, you have to ask by knocking on the door, just like you do for any household. Now it's time to act spiritually the same way. Be respectful and gift the humble bow. Address your Relatives, instead of barging in. Again show respect to all your Relatives, be humble. This is where true love begins, the path of your heart. This sound file began to play... the heavenly display, teaches us which way....
Heal my heart, tell me your holy arc. I will hear the story told. Then we can bee (dreaming impossible dreams) both bold. Oh, heal my heart and we will share an ark. We will sail through heaven's land and we will understand. (11th song "Heal my Heart" (short) on the "I am a Sun Dance"player")
You have to realize, you saw the Trail of Tears. For the crystal child, it's on and off, peaceful stops and back again to the diamond, hard as a rock.
Find your manners my beloved, find the humble bow, where you ask to enter. Knock and the door shall open. Knock and receive all knowledge. Knock and the key will unlock the treasure chest, where the heart knows the best.
End vision of Standing Buffalo (Pyajin Tatanka) by White Buffalo calf Woman:
Mud slinging and other side of the coin, rice planting. Forgiveness is in the sorter to find the holy order. You carry a silver color (one of four directions in rainbow colors in your buffalo robe). This is a mirror to the physical/flesh/red/color/intelligence world. People don't like looking at this mirror. People often blame instead of looking at themselves. This is their physical world you show them and how they walk (red road). Realize your responsibility to the Rainbow Clan, we call the "Oneness of the Great Mystery". I am a crystal child, the mirror to the spiritual/soul/blue/sound/heart world (how they talk, blue road). They see the buried seeds as your (image - vision story) shared about me.
All My Relatives (Mitakuye Oyasin), "I was at a Sun Dance. After the
ceremony I traveled with the Medicine Man and we spent almost a week
helping a small community with their healing a Yuwipi Ceremony (healing
ceremony). It was hard work at times. I fell asleep one afternoon during
all this and I drempt about Wbcw. She was in the distance and she was
walking towards me. As she got closer all ugly things I kept hidden
inside me started coming out. I didn't want her to see all that, so I
stuffed it all back in me. But the closer she got the ugly stuff kept
coming out from my being finally I let all the ugly stuff go and I stood
before her clean and happy. I love this memory. Thank you." Sheldon
Ward - Pyajin Tatanka (Standing Buffalo) "(Mayakan Tankan) Slow to reach, tall to Climb". White Buffalo Calf Woman (Wbcw) "Hear to Bind"
Excerpt from wvdesigndiva.com/ceremony/
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Wanchiyapi Wancipi (Sun Dance). The Sun Dance brings together in one
circle all of creation, offering the journeyer the opportunity to
express gratitude and deepen relationships within the community of all
beings.• Yuwipi (Healing Ceremony). In the Yuwipi ceremony, the iyeska (interpreter) is covered, bound and set face-down at the center of the circle in order to cross over to the other side and return with information or medicine for the sponsor.
• Inipi (Sweat Lodge). The Inipi is a purification ceremony that allows the journeyer to return to the womb, express gratitude, leave behind resentments, judgments and wounds and emerge with clarity and focus.
You are Cree on your Mother's side, often a Sioux in-law. Medicine (backward) is gifted by the Sioux people (green, spiritual leaders of the Oneness embrace, spirit of the lake people) who bring the Story of the Sacred Pipe to the World. It is common to find Cree (trail, sings or throwing dirt to grow) and Sioux (tale, flings or throwing ashes to purify, flings ah like a spirally light show, like on Independence day in USA, fire crackers and sparkling lights as it spins on the ground, called spinners) together. The Cree are cultivators of the wild rice along the rivers and creeks (fields of water, the heavenly blue road of stars). Rice is green grass, sustenance of life (milk, where the stars glow/flow together, like diamonds in the sky, how about that as both you and Standing Leaf share this tale of the Red Road, you being red man, he being the red child). Indian weed is green grass medicine for the sacred pipe, the story of life, the tale of the great sun, the light from within and it's journey across the sky and back to the dancing feet as we cling tight to a wonderful world, if we receive all it's glories (hoops or trails) and it's stories.
Learning to bee wakan or holy walking finds a world of paradise, rather than a world that claims refuge to the terrors of the downtrodden, means a prayerful, grateful vision for the world.
If one clings to "as Standing Leaf heart beats ""heavy clod", We are thankful for Gifts from
God. Every breath feels my heavy clod (earth clay/soil,
feet, rooting, cling for a loving embrace). I wish for all this occasion
to shine true in your heart." , then the earth's soil
clings in holy walking. Our feet root into the Earth to cling for a
loving embrace. To receive God's grace. This is like the child to a
Mother or Father, who clings because there, the loving embrace will be
sown, holy walking (wakan), true love. Love is where the eagle flies and where we learn to open our eyes, from one big breath the stone* will fly, into the open skies. *stepping stone, the lesson learned the court that burned, purified, holy eyes, gifts of wise, the treasures that are shared forever wide. rolling over to find the buried treasure.
Clay is the bowl to the pipe, where the fire roars the torrents snore (a light from within binds the shores). To graft a limb to a tree trunk, soil is used as a bowl around the root by clinging, accelerating faster growth than by seed. A leaf is a relative. A branch is a warrior. A bowing limb holding all the younger is the elder. Standing pertains to the law (love), the unity that binds the earthly to the heavenly. These describe the "Tree of Life". Grandmother gray weaves dreamspace together creating weaving rolling hills (waves/frequencies), which allows for a field, where the crystalline river flows and dreams are sown. Alaskan Natives tell a story about the basket, where we are gathered in a nest. We are embraced in the folds of the universe. This is the story of the holy blanket/shawl/buffalo robe, the holy story which is bound in the song of the sacred pipe.
I
had a vision once at the Stanford Pow Wow (I was gifting songs in the
fields, grove). I saw in a grove of trees, all the roots dig deep into
the earth, then turn about and rise up out of the ground and into the
sky up over the green tree canvass of trees. There was a spiraling, the
path to the eternal towards the center. This is where our soul takes the
great journey. This is the path that leads us towards new and exciting
equations of light and sound and all the frowns, yet life after life, we
are gifted so much sight. Such dreaming and scheming and all this
dreaming a painting of joy fundamentally bind...ing. This is the trail
of the stars/tears, the crystalline stones/tears that shine and sow. We
must create suns, an inner light, in order to find the one, wakan, holy
story of the stones. It takes lots of stones to create the Great Trail
and it's Mystery.Well here's to mud slinging (vision) Standing Buffalo. Let's have some fun, blazing sacred suns (snap, crackle, pop). Life's more interesting at the stops (glottal/utterance of God/talk/breath/tale at the circle wails/whales the songs of the heavenly true blue, loyal devoted tune).
White Buffalo Calf Woman standing
and sown (grass that grows, spiritual renewal/stoned (rock of diamonds), cleansed and praised renewed for another day,
then I will sing another tune, to help me get along in the zoo......m.
Heave hoe, watch the snow, all the stones are like diamonds. Heave hoe,
watch the snow, all the little children want diamonds (stars that shine,
a light within divine, happy and glorified). Standing Leaf song excerpt, the SACK OF DIAMONDS VIEW for all our Relatives sharing:
Sack of diamonds: Stars in the Night Sky, Whope (Fallen Star/Servant from Heaven/Give-a-way)
(Standing Leaf song) Joy will come and laughter, when we decide it's God's fate. We need to understand our holy duty, it's our duty to love each other on the land (a clean slate). I send my prayers out into the fields, nine streams of colors un-compared/untempered (divided perfectly rows of the heavenly seas). And then we shine like "there are diamonds", in the night sky, where all begins.
Aho Pyajin Tatanka (Standing Buffalo/Sheldon Ward), White Buffalo Calf Woman standing and sown (grass that grows, spiritual renewal/stoned(1. rock of diamonds) (2. as well as smoking the green grass in the sacred pipe. A. note: How funny some people would say it that way, "I'm stoned".) Hey we learned something today, the rock of diamonds is cleansed and praised, elder crystal child https://www.facebook.com/groups/whitebuffalocalfwomancreations/permalink/238750709610722
Stoned, lit the fire, a blazing desire, to cleanse the sacred tomb, to bring life to the buried loom. The soil was turned over ...... ....... ...... ......
Clay and ash is our Mother. The birthing place of the SUNS. White Buffalo Calf Woman bee guns (fire trail a blazing, lights everywhere, inside it does glare)
Standing Leaf,
What's up with me, "I am a SUN DANCER".
Standing tall and spilling over the waterfalls (the sacred rainbow).
White Buffalo Calf Woman riding the big white ball, all the colors in the sky.
Standing Leaf your Strands of Living, red child, law of love enforcement, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Kristofer Trinity Schell/Rocky River On The Run *Red/Yellow/Green/Gray*
- Joseph Krick and Blessed Bee like this.
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
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! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com
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