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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Saturday, October 19, 2013

The White Buffalo Cloud

Grandfather (white/star child) Razi Marcel Zahr (Weisser Büffel) Sacred Song Blessing for today, speaking about White Buffalo, we praise, the many prayer cloths of this world, who bow down and really care.

There once was a child of the moon, who talked about all the magic that moves and rows, the swooning of the rainbow glare. Let us really learn to care. All the buffalo mighty and true, longing to feel close to you. All the children of the Rainbow coming on home, just have to learn to praise on the phone (prayers in the winds). And with this loving range of my voice, I can hear all the children's noise. They hoop and holler and share all their shame and even have cause for the blame. 

When will they learn to love? I wish for all the children to grow up like doves (peaceful warrior hearts). And if I can save them one at a time, then all the children will learn to climb. Into the stars of heaven that clings, down to the mighty wailing sinks. And all the trees of life come down to the mission full of clowns (put on your happy smile). There is a witness to all that you dew, if only you could learn to choose, love over hatred in all that you dew. Think of tomorrow it's a great new view. 

Heaven on earth come shatter the wane, the bowing of that loyal sparkling gain. Let all the colors that break in the wind, learn to come together and shake and begin. Grumbling upon this world that subsides, all the colors of the streams rolling wide. I wish for all the children to become the saviors of heaven down on the rungs. Which way did you flow today in your heart? I wish for you find all the loyal starts. And with this mission I will proclaim, love is the answers to all of your pain/pane. Look out there in the fields of time that begin. We are the children of so many sins. When will we choose to cleanse this sacred world? I wish for shooting stars and wishes to part (give aways).

Help all the world find loving rays, inside of heaven there is much to say. All the buffalo running outinto the world. I wish to show them that love is here to stay. Come all the children of the Buffalo Cry, tell the world we are coming and that is no lie (the truth). I want you to be faithful in all that you dew, because we are leavened together to get the clues. 

Come my many colors the rainbow that shines, inside the colors that heal and bind. I wish for saviours to show their face, teh wonder of magic that includes my face. I know there is plenty for us to understand. I know we must face this danger at hand. I know we need to cultivate wisdom a... gain. I know it's time to pray all over our winds. Tell everyone, it's time to come home. We are the buffalo running on the thrones. We are teh children who want a new life. We are seeking out of this strife.

Listen to all those who follow love's path. They will teach you how to last, to sprinkle the dew and shine with the sun. All the children will lean on everyone (crying tears). Let them understand, that we are here, those from heaven who brought along our fears. Yet we are children seeking a k/new path. We are longing for a miracle that lasts.

Wishing for dreams to all come true. Wishing for rainbows to flow from you. Wishing for paradise to call out our names. Wishing for everyone to know the sacred fame. WE are all STARS from HEAVEN to night, when we dream of great dreams. We move out of sight. We are together in the sacred fields of dreams, when we gather in the hoops and holler to bring. Faith is coming into your heart. Faith is driving you to do your part. Faith is longing for a new paradise. I wish for you to have a happy heart. 

Let us bow down and pray for this world. Let us bow down and share this perfect girth. We are the children who sing the glorious songs. We are the children who help others along. Blessings to all the little creatures out there. All the plants and animals that learned to care. And with this proclamation, I dew swear, "I will be a magician, bringing loving wails/cries." Let us all learn to be oneness again. Let us all learn to share in the wind. Let us guide each other to each other's eyes, then we will learn to conceive instead jab with knives. I say to all the little children out there, forgive and tell the world that we care. Love is the answer to all of our pain. Let us bow down and follow this great train/trane. Love is the way we bow a...gain.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you today, to bring in loving eyes of Grandfather (white/star child) Razi Marcel Zahr (Weisser Büffel) who praise. His Buffalo Robe (four directions in rainbow colors) is white/star, silver, green and gray. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star brings in harmony with the drum after all. We are together, the rainbow clan. We share the harmony and distance of the lands. We are driven to be one heavenly clan, the miracle of the sacred band, the Rainbow Clan.

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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
 New moon November 3, 2013 05:49:32 AM
 New moon December 2, 2013 05:22:19 PM
 New moon January 1, 2014 aligning with the sun

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)
  
Event: Ghost Walk, the New Moon Dance
(Monthly three day gathering with the family and friends, relatives in the winds)
Official Title: Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony”

Dance when heat and cold (mist/smoke of the ghost) find each other bold, binding to bring in the new, the ghost dance comes to infuse, the soul has risen, awaken and driven, the heavenly soul does reign. Renegades put on your shelter (warriors uniform, buffalo armor, rainbow colors purified), because it's turning to helter skelter (confusion and frenzy, bubbling up the soul does reign).  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!

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