Tree of Life Run Free, the Living Sacred Breeze, Lakota Seeds

The shadow in the center of light (Holy Ghost stands, Lakota demands)

There is a place inside of me. I wish to sea this tree run free. I am looking for this land, where heaven has the upper hand. Gift the children who long to feel, let it be real, with freedom wheels. Yet as we all understand to bee (dreaming great dreams), we are ONE BIG FAMILY.

Send your blessings in the winds. I will be standing inside this sin. And maybe I will hold a grin, to help you stow away that sin (help you purify in the winds). We shall pray today to save, all the children and miracles this wave. And when we push and shove you home, you will understand the horns (piercing your heart with love). Blow your pipes and sing to me. I will hold you and treasures will be free. I will share my heart for you, we long to feel you in the blue (heavenly blue road of eternal knowledge of the soul to walk holy walking/wakan gold).

I send my treasures in the wheel, all the medicine should heel (stand near you, just call in the winds). And when the spokes come out to speak. Reach into your heart and play the meek (bow down and treasure all the clouds/clowns/smiles even upside down). Showing you the silver lights (of paradise), the cosmic ray of stones delight (brotherhood). And the single most ray you seek, is the light of the holy tweet (singing praise of the heavenly rays). 

Come and share my song with you, to hear all the treasures too/two (beat or syncopate two hearts, greet and meet, exchange the wheat, break bread and share the stories and tales of the day/daze). And when mercy (looking away) won't hold your hands, by God LOVE will understand. I will be here standing like a tree. I will hold you GALLANTLY. I will share my heart of GOLD, because it's RELATIVES, I am told.

When we dream of heaven's plight, we just want to hug the spiritual might. And when it's cosmic snow does burn, we are the sacred holy urn (pipe stem burns the holy lights, the rainbow colors of our sight). Share the smoke and listen to the light, where the rainbow trail shines bright. And with this hand of God in me, I share the most of the holy tree/breeze(where the winds blow, I feel the hands of God, the Great Spirit in each cloud).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings (Lakota Daughter) today for the heart of the single ray (Oneness of All My Relatives), the Lakota Sister Robyn Nelson sings (the shadow in the center of light, the Great Spirit shines), the heart of the holy sacred ring. Holiness David Shooting Star (Dakota Mother), Sun of David (Judah Root Father) moving far. And with this buffalo drum he speaks of the Heart of the holy tweet (birds aiming for your heart, singing songs of magic/majesty/law of love in the breeze/branch strong to hold you). Tree of Life Run Free, the Living Sacred Breeze, Lakota Seeds (sows).

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All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us

in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

 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

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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!