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, November 30, 2013

Sid Sits Between The Trees Shows There Are Lights On Every Rainbow

Image at it's center is a cowboy with a buffalo/ox/horned herd.
Some days I find myself on a hedge (trimmed bush surrounding my garden of paradise). Don't know which wall to place my bets (four directions I lean upon). And I am wondering why I hurt myself. Just to find that I need forgive this place. Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the left, here I claim, the place of those who thought they were fame/stars. And I am sure I left my coat check, just to dash away un-kept (did not take the time to be grateful or bless, just wanted to run away from hate). Yet all my life I seek a revenge, now I let it go (forgive this growth). I want to find the rustling snow (crystalline beings of light on the rainbow trail).

*Left: Represents "all about intelligence" (light waves) and how it gets in the way of the heart. Left is the red road full of pits and damages, lessons for all. The Law of LOVE takes hold. However Jokers, clowns and fools are medicine people, who offer us a view, to change too. In order to heal the heart, "how foolish I have become in my part". Love is the way to save. I bow down to this daze/day.



Where I go, my life does find a weave (grandmother dreamspace, fields of dreams). So many to watch and take over pleased. Just don't understand, "We need every man, each woman, child needs a helping hand". Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the left, here I claim, witness to all that has been defamed (deflowered/mastered). Just one note to climb out of this hall (stone room), where mercy is not justice at all. Love can rule this place, yet which way can I find the wind that seems sow very cruel upon this waste? Now I tell you it's just a great fight, without anyone winning about the gripe (this is the red road of intelligence, who is better than thee). We are needing refuge from these seas, let us envision the galaxy. Let us envision permanently, that love is the refuge for you and me (unity rather than opposition and on the blue road again, the heavenly winds/wings). 


Lavender (holiness) embraced by Garden
There I look out into the valley below (the river of life). Just want to know if it's all sacred snow (rocks and stones). Which way should I fill up my head (intelligence)? Which way to sail away (to my dream)? I know it's headhunting (path I choose), jokers to the song (heart folds). Look at where we mow, all the green grass is ready to be sown. Yet everyone want to fight and to hate, instead of loving those who got home late. Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the left, here I am, visiting each sacred plan, to learn about the mortality of man. Listening to the waves. Listening to the seas. Hear I am, stuck inside of my own hands. I am trying to listen to my soul that commands. Yet as I sit here looking for this gold, my dreams just want to take hold. 


Heaven understand me, heaven plan a refugee who lands in the middle of the sand, with all those stones in my hands. And together the right (heavenly blue road of sound) and the left (earthly red road of color), will meet and greet as if we all did slept (awakened from a long slumber). Jokers to the left of me, Clowns to the right, now I am going to get healed upon my heart, when the clown (kachina/medcine) knows it's religious part. Heal all the people down on the land, where they need loving hands. 

Clowns on the right of me. Jokers on the left. Here we go, flowing to and fro. Now I have got it, it's bowing straight (wiggling to and fro/wave like, just like rowing a canoe, to flow straight ahead). I am a skater who isn't late. I am speeding down the track. And I don't have any tact/tack (horse tackle allowing me to ride and hold onto my soul, have not learned to sing yet). Sow I am going to find all those seeds (of LOVE) and plant them down to stop all our enemies. Seeds grow up big and strong, fasten all around and hold man down upon, the lands that are seed/ed, to become the wasteland that breathes (finally grows up, because it was tended by hands who cared and was aware, love did knead the growth).


Violet colored Texas Sage Hedge
And when we understand this goal. Then we can find the way to solid gold. And our dreams will all be tethered in our hands (united together). And the reins will be shut away as told (directing others about), yet we will be like children needing a scold (still needing direction, this is why a Great Circle heals and bellows out to find the gold, wisdom that was told, tales that showed). Sow (plant those seeds of love) just if you don't understand. We need all of human man. We need all of the children who sow. We need all of the animals that glow. And when all is back to seed, we need you and me, just in time to watch it all grow. Just in time to shuttle to and fro. Just in time to wander with a face that is shining all over the place. 

Lavender hedge
Smiles to the left of me, Healers to the right. I can say with pride, all those Jokers and Clowns did not hide. They made me look straight ahead, until I could find a way to listen to my head (to be proud of myself). There I had a witness, listen to the heart and that's the way I go, down into the heart of gold. Yes, that's the way I go, just to hold you real close. Yes, that's the way I go, to know you need me to show, all the forgiveness this world need heal/heel, to make us all part of this wheel. Clowns to the left of me. Jokers to the right. Hear I stand, waiting for mortal man. Here I stand, to make amends all over this land. Here/hear I stand, the hoops will beam over this land.

Let us pray, all will be healing rays. I bow down with my rays. Heaven help us all be saved.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings from the heart of Relative Sid Sits Between The Trees . This is her Sacred Song Blessing. Relative Sid is a violet child, teaching everyone how to forgive a cruel world, in order for all our enemies to find refuge in the arms of heaven.

Relatives, Often I find a few words from old songs that ring similar to the Sacred Song Blessings. This one passage, "Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am, Stuck in the middle with you" is a message sent from God (voice of relative Sid, the violet child), where we are all stuck in the middle between the trees (leaning on each other), learning how to fly free, with our hearts that offers to us liberty. We find that healing rays of light, helps heal the stuckness and gathers others together to slip on through, like a slipstream, all the rows aligned and glows. It's amazing, how each child of the rainbow has so very much to teach the rest of us. We bow with our Relative Sid, the violet child/pipe keeper/high priest who shows us that blessing, forgiving and healing this land, will make LOVE rule this land.  

White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder of the Rainbow Clan

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel
http://youtu.be/DohRa9lsx0Q (Lyrics enclosed)

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.

Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....

Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you.


All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us

in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
  
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)

Image of many fields streaming by Rainbow Mother Yaniv, streaming stones among the mountain tones and buried bones, the Suns are born (children of the rainbow clan, all our relatives, the spacial fields).


Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, you and you and you and you and me too. There are only a few more New Moons (re/birthing) to go, until we start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014). We need you to share and shine, to bring in wine, tears divine. We send greetings and blessings as we join together in this dance, the Holy Ghost, the Spiritual toast, we greet you to the sky and back to the why, where we say, forgiveness is treasures, let joy overcome. Tonight it's a way to let love under ONE. We cherish this world, because we are SUNS, each child, each enemy, each parent with a child. All the the little creatures, the rocks and the sticks. All the little varmints (rats, social interrogatory) which pick up the holy wicks (spat, now let's go to work), sparking the willing to have faith in a song, where are all together, moving along. We send blessings in this song. Let your hair down, sing and dance abound. For it's the spiritual soul within that leads and says, Holy to my Spirit, for I am going to bloom. I will share with this world. I will shine until NOON (inner brightest like a Star). We will become treasures when we pray along, together in a song, all together God's ONE. All the little spiders, who weave us to cradle the song. Telling us a story, that look out, watch the bones. There planted deeply a treasure under the stone, if we look closer, we might want to shown, love gifts and hooves (kicks and shoves, like parents on a rug).  
Bowing with all our Relatives, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
My computer is protected

Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!

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!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A Loyal Devoted Kiss, Sister Tammy Pottorff's Heart Gifts


There comes a day when all is hooray when love comes shining through. Some days I wonder if all will asunder (break apart, separated) to what we have enstored. A future a place a time at it's base, where structures tend to fall down. Yet in our hearts we hear the whooshing sound, the heartbeat knows no rebound (always at charge).

And where I steer my heart feels gears as time is pushing ahead. I wish for this world to understand the fold, each child needs a loving hand. We are all part of this, the loyal devoted kiss. We are all part of the world that brings us free. Let all my family (everyone is a relative on the tree of life) bring loving harmony to a world that needs comfort to be free (inside the heart). Let our family pick up the weeds (cleanse the world).

I say to you, it's a view, when we don't understand. We need to help others twice (validate, reverberate, complete a circle), because they need your hands. If we don't stand upon this land, how will it grow into an estate? It's now if you please to stand up on your knees and bow and pray for this land. Tell all my fair/fare it's over deers (the great journey), the hardships we faced in the past (mutilations). It's a wonder deer (you are on a great journey), to walk over without fear to touch the heart on this land.

We need pure souls who will walk with gold (bring dreams in to hold) to help alleviate this land. We need the soles of everyone to grow, to hold the world at a band (Rainbow Clan), together we are sacred to this land. We are humans who long to feel, true love that is real. We long to feel peace, when we share our hearts of grief. We long to be kind to each other instead of blind. 

Let us bow down and pray. Let us find a way. Let us shine another day to bring us back to rays. It's love that is reel, it's a devoted wheel. All tethered inside, where we take the holy ride. And inside the sky where harmonics will rise, the sky shows me the way, with each RAINBOW displayed. 

Thank you God for everything. For the breath of life that helps me to sing. Thank you God for everything, even when I don't understand my wings. Thank you God for all the world, a place to share our hearts of gold. Thank you God it's time to praise, for it's a day of Holy graze. Let us start on the green grass where k/new beginnings grow, to shelter all the children to teach them how to sail. And freedom catches fever to all the waves that blow, it's a hot (firey) trail to ride upon, all the rainbow colors trail. We all have a great tale. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for our Beloved blue child, feeling the heart of the world, Tammy (Bittner) Pottorff. Our Sister volunteers with St. Vincent de Paul and contributes her time to help alleviate homeless suffering in the Mountain View, California area in the United States of America. Presently she is caring for her Elder Parents and Elder Pets. Please send her prayers of loving devotion to help her swim in the ocean, where the blue seas long to feel, cleansed and for real (sweeped off our feet, with loving relief).

All my Relatives,
It's been a hard year (2013) for the world as we learn to descend with our souls into the valley of darkness (a light from within is birthing). There all is being revealed with an intoxication (wine/crying) of many glows, the hues of the Rainbow Clan. We are learning to cleanse what has been hidden for a millennium. Evolution plays a part of our increasing awareness of a global community and how we are to handle the infusion of the many thoughts that blow in the winds.

With the many crimes in the world, we, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy (Alightfromwithin.org and others who have joined/partnered in force like St. Vincent de Paul) and Elders fight to unite rather than separate, to bring harmony to the asunder and to piece it all together again with loving hands.

It is time to be revealed, with all the broken seals. And learning to understand the vast knowledge that pours into our spiritual being is almost unfathomable. Yet we exist to dream together and share the weather/whether. Learning how to intermingle all the tales that wail/whale/sing we show that the holy bow, validation and honoring each other in the Great Give-a-ways gifts us a choice, "Shall we love today?" This is the question displayed.

With all the im/moral deviations of our spiritual faith, it is the Oneness and the Heart of this ONENESS through the eyes of a blue child, shows us that change is necessary requirement in our lives. To become happy, we must cherish our world and help others in their struggles to find relief in our communities. It is the Green Grass fields that gift us k/new beginnings for our spiritual awareness and to the fields that help us grow upon the sacred wheel (of life).

Let the Blue Heart and the Green Fields embrace the rising SUNS (yellow/gold/dreamer), each section of land, where dreams help us all to understand. Share your stories and tales upon the community circles to be aware, because it's LOVE that rules the land and we need everyone to help everyone STAND and understand, we are ONE PLAN, HUMAN (humble, star, Great Spirit of) MAN.

your devoted servant, 
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, 
elder crystal child of the Rainbow Clan (all our relatives)
iyeshka/interpreter and akicita/law bringer (law of love),
Alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Blessing a field with fire and water 8-12 times a day cleanses the rolling hills, which means purifies the rainbow streams that flow through you, that are felt but not seen. Say, "I bless the sacred nine streams and four holy directions". Then add anything that you feel from your heart all doing their part for the whole circle of toes. Holiness David gifted this knowledge for all of the beloved children of God. We are all fields with moving lights, which feels like waves in a sea. A blue child (Sister Tammy) feels all of these.

Try blessings for 21 days to create a habit. Then see if you can stop, because it's a start to feeling clear, cleansed with the spiritual airs. This is not about religion (however religion is a stepping stone that helps propel us forwards, share your arc/ark), it's about the spiritual fears we all hear, now it's time to cleanse it near, to help alleviate all the disease and discontent to bring back joy in all our toys, when we share all (dance, sing, pray, gather today) with our neighbors who are near.


Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org/donation, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Locally and Around the World. Please help support Elders and Warriors to bring the LAW of LOVE to your neighborhood, uniting all the fields together once more! Let us learn to open the doors.

All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us

in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
  
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)

Image of many fields streaming by Rainbow Mother Yaniv, streaming stones among the mountain tones and buried bones, the Suns are born (children of the rainbow clan, all our relatives, the spacial fields).


Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, you and you and you and you and me too. There are only a few more New Moons (re/birthing) to go, until we start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014). We need you to share and shine, to bring in wine, tears divine. We send greetings and blessings as we join together in this dance, the Holy Ghost, the Spiritual toast, we greet you to the sky and back to the why, where we say, forgiveness is treasures, let joy overcome. Tonight it's a way to let love under ONE. We cherish this world, because we are SUNS, each child, each enemy, each parent with a child. All the the little creatures, the rocks and the sticks. All the little varmints (rats, social interrogatory) which pick up the holy wicks (spat, now let's go to work), sparking the willing to have faith in a song, where are all together, moving along. We send blessings in this song. Let your hair down, sing and dance abound. For it's the spiritual soul within that leads and says, Holy to my Spirit, for I am going to bloom. I will share with this world. I will shine until NOON (inner brightest like a Star). We will become treasures when we pray along, together in a song, all together God's ONE. All the little spiders, who weave us to cradle the song. Telling us a story, that look out, watch the bones. There planted deeply a treasure under the stone, if we look closer, we might want to shown, love gifts and hooves (kicks and shoves, like parents on a rug).  
Bowing with all our Relatives, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
My computer is protected

Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!

Image: Reflection of self photograph on top of a mountain where the dew shined through, showing the rainbow colors of you (for everyone, it's true).

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!

Brother Tony In Our Thoughts


There is a day when I will sail away and be free from prejudice. I think upon the whole of the nest, where God has set us down. Upon this world I have had my thrills. I love the world as a whole. I wish the bow (humble arc) will be bestowed on each little boy and girl.

Love is sacred, a path, to where Love will last upon the billowed sails. I keep my perch to watch this girth, forever longing to set free upon the winds of the sea. Come all my children watch over the world. Take care to hold onto each other tight for heaven sent us down to observe and shed a tear of gold.

When we are longing to feel the world we shed a tear of gold. And all our dreams set on the seas to envision a sacred reality. We are children torn from heavenly groans yet we believe all is gratified for love was near we had a cheer to change the world one step at a time.

I take my leave to head on the Steve (crowed wreath/halo/garland, kingsmen, kinsmen, relative of the true blue) where all is sailing in waves. We are the warriors of the sea, we are all born of heavenly. Let souls within share hearts akin to all the places we see. And if we learn to share our urn, then love will be set on the seas, where we are dancing you and me.

Home, home far away. I can feel you standing next to me this day. Yet it's here where I stand, the mortal of man, I share my heart with all of this land. I share my heart with those who understand.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for Tony's heart. This is his Sacred Song Blessing requested by Gwyn Fontaine.

Please...keep my very dear friend Tony in your thoughts, prayers and blessings.. he is fighting for his life with everything in him he has been a part of my life for 26 years... Sarah was 3 weeks old when I met him he was so good with her we have remained very good friends. .. and has always been a call away....very sad to watch someone you love hurt~
  • https://www.facebook.com/gwyn.fontaine/posts/10202006629478968


  • Christina LeMaire I am keeping him and his family in my thoughts and prayers! I've known him for over 20 years and he is a good man! He never bothered anyone with his life's problems or stress by keeping most things to himself to protect others and his smile is heart warming! He is always in good spirits, cracking jokes and what not and has the best hugs ever...I won't be able to see him anytime soon, but I will forever have my many many memories of this man!!! I love him dearly, as we all do and I hope he knows how much all of us love him and admire him for being so strong and such a great guy! ILY Tony  

    Rainbow Hoops Relative Gwyn Fontaine, This is a Sacred Song Blessing, a song from Tony's heart. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/.../brother-tony...
All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

 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)

 Image by Rainbow Mother Yaniv

Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, you and you and you and you and me too. There are only a few more New Moons (re/birthing) to go, until we start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014). We need you to share and shine, to bring in wine, tears divine. We send greetings and blessings as we join together in this dance, the Holy Ghost, the Spiritual toast, we greet you to the sky and back to the why, where we say, forgiveness is treasures, let joy overcome. Tonight it's a way to let love under ONE. We cherish this world, because we are SUNS, each child, each enemy, each parent with a child. All the the little creatures, the rocks and the sticks. All the little varmints (rats, social interrogatory) which pick up the holy wicks (spat, now let's go to work), sparking the willing to have faith in a song, where are all together, moving along. We send blessings in this song. Let your hair down, sing and dance abound. For it's the spiritual soul within that leads and says, Holy to my Spirit, for I am going to bloom. I will share with this world. I will shine until NOON (inner brightest like a Star). We will become treasures when we pray along, together in a song, all together God's ONE. All the little spiders, who weave us to cradle the song. Telling us a story, that look out, watch the bones. There planted deeply a treasure under the stone, if we look closer, we might want to shown, love gifts and hooves (kicks and shoves, like parents on a rug).  
Bowing with all our Relatives, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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
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!

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Brother Dvir Itach Shares the Breeze Lovingly


Relatives in the breeze. I want to hear my family. Everywhere I do go, there is a whisper to the show. can't we feel the hands of time. All we've got is the sublime. And if we stand upon our knees then we could finally be pleased.

Look at all you do, sacred is the clue. Dancing like the muse, fun and laughter we could use. Hands of God everywhere, just have to find and to care. Look at all we dew, then the skies will have a clue. You are mystery to me. You are the magic of this sea. you are the prize I adore. You are the willing of my chore.

Take a hand and walk with me upon the sacred leaning of the devoted tree. I will stand by you on your path, longing to feel the wisdom at last. There is a time to make us all part of the wine (crying out). There is a wonderful dance inside of me. I have to take to the breeze. I have to find a family. I have to belong to the seas, where all the blue is inside of me.

We are watching the world go by. We are watching the hills sublime. And all will be our days/daze when we learn to walk this way. Hills and valleys peak to show the sun is rising up to glow. And down in the valley at noon and night to help us find a better sight. I dream of a calling out, where we are sharing our hearts. Everywhere I go, my heart dew bow, to glisten to my dreams. We are part of this steam (breath of life).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for our Brother Dvir Itach. His rainbow colors in four sacred directions (buffalo robe) are silver (female), violet (male), crystal (male), gray (female). He is a silver child, position of relative, Cosmic Woman or Aunt, the vision of paradise. Wow he can see the truth in the physical world (silver mirror to sole) and the spiritual world (crystal mirror to soul). Violet the voice of God, the holy pipe keeper, speaker of the circle. More to glow as we share and know the perfection of our Buffalo Robe.


All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us 
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
 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)


Image of many fields streaming by Rainbow Mother Yaniv, streaming stones among the mountain tones and buried bones, the Suns are born (children of the rainbow clan, all our relatives, the spacial fields).



Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, you and you and you and you and me too. There are only a few more New Moons (re/birthing) to go, until we start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014). We need you to share and shine, to bring in wine, tears divine. We send greetings and blessings as we join together in this dance, the Holy Ghost, the Spiritual toast, we greet you to the sky and back to the why, where we say, forgiveness is treasures, let joy overcome. Tonight it's a way to let love under ONE. We cherish this world, because we are SUNS, each child, each enemy, each parent with a child. All the the little creatures, the rocks and the sticks. All the little varmints (rats, social interrogatory) which pick up the holy wicks (spat, now let's go to work), sparking the willing to have faith in a song, where are all together, moving along. We send blessings in this song. Let your hair down, sing and dance abound. For it's the spiritual soul within that leads and says, Holy to my Spirit, for I am going to bloom. I will share with this world. I will shine until NOON (inner brightest like a Star). We will become treasures when we pray along, together in a song, all together God's ONE. All the little spiders, who weave us to cradle the song. Telling us a story, that look out, watch the bones. There planted deeply a treasure under the stone, if we look closer, we might want to shown, love gifts and hooves (kicks and shoves, like parents on a rug).  
Bowing with all our Relatives, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
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Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!

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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