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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Thursday, September 26, 2013

The White Buffalo Man

Suzanne Gallo had a dream. This is what she said, "A man with a white buffalo head (he had a human body with his neck and head covered in white buffalo hide and horns).  He was showing me a pattern in the sky, something about stars and something about it being a key. I'm really not sure where I was but he seemed to lead me to a sacred site that was in an area where there weren't a lot of people or anyone that had disturbed the land" 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings Holiness Running Eagle Shooting Star drums. We sing for the White Buffalo Man. 

(talking) There is a day, when we long to pray. Out in the distance there is rolling hills to pray. I wish for open scores of fields to cultivate, the holy sacred walking dancing praise. I gift my heart (singing begins) out to the world. I share my part. I have arc. I bow with everyone. Don't they see me in the living breeze, where the fairways are living streams? I am in there to see. In the sky in the might of the living sacred stride. I find my light. I gift my soul to the waking and bold. I gift my light, to out of sight. Everyone knows, I am the White Buffalo Man. I can stand. And all of my light is witness to the holy shine. I will bind with. It's a sacred dream. And we are all part of this steam. Breathe with me. Breathe with me. 

I know just how to blow my horn. I know when to shout and lorn (When forsaken; desolate; bereft; let it all out, to explode in God's word, that is coming from you. Let it all out, blow that horn, set it free, gift liberty) . I know the story, heard it before, just because you don't want to adore (recognize your greatness, your grand story on the circle of life). So take a sit and smell a flower, remember the soul has a duty to sour. There inside where the fermentation burns, all will be cultivated for this holy urn. Death to the child, who doesn't impure (in other words, cleanse and pray, to cleanse the impure away. In the spiritual world, the law is severe, one can die if unwillingness to purify. Love serves to destruction (cleaning process, much like washing your foods). Eternal life is a changing and a passing of songs, seasons of time and spacial fields. Do not misunderstand the heavenly calling, for harming beings. Instead think of it as prayer, that will cleanse the heart from sin and corruptness. Really much like cleaning a mirror on the wall. You cannot see the world clearly if it's all dirty. Wipe your inner mirror clean, to shine outwards in the gleam. One who does not sin, is one who does not learn. Each stepping stone, is the path of the rainbow trail. Each lesson in life, teaches you how to become your dreaming. We all move from impure to pure and back again, every single day. Simply the winds blow. We are part of each other in the circle of life. Thus we must be aware in the ebbs and flows, cleansing and praying spacial fields of relativity helps us have a happy life. We become Spiritual Warriors for the Rainbow Clan. Ain't life exciting? Or are you the walking dead?). Meaning it's to cultivate deer (journey of life). Show the chances of giving my guns, lights of rays of diamonds with a huge lung (air we breathe, the atmosphere). Yes, I can breath. Yes, I can breath. YES, I CAN BREATH.

Bowing on down the circle of light, all those colors make is surely sprite. And when I shine my willing delight, inside a circle of magnificent light. I will shine. I will shine. I WILL SHINE. Help me to shine with thee/you/we. Help me find my enemies. Help me pray for them, to share the circle of love in the winds. I will pray, I will bless all the waves. I will pray., I will bless all the waves. I will pray, I will bless all the waves. I am running ashore, where the template is paved, with solid gold. Solid gold. All my dreams are wrapped woe. Yet I have a magnificent view. I love you full of diamonds true. I love you, just you see, I will be almighty. 

Shine for you, I will bow with you, over raking coals. I will be true. Share my feet, to rage over coals, just to walk a mile over the heated rainbow. Yes indeed. I will share my heart with you. I have the view. Sacred and true............ I will share my heart with you. Let us pray. Come my darling let us pray. Come my brother, let us pray. Come my Sister, don't be gray (unhappy in dreamspace). Let us pray and save the host from the willing ghost. We must pray, show the way. We must pray, to show the waves.

Heaven is stillness over these rays. Above the sky will show you exactly what to say, in the colors of light displayed. I am the Buffalo Man who wants to stand, to make amends all over this land. Let us pray and sing another spring of hope. We are dreaming together, let us join our holy scope. I want to envision a perfect world with you, where all are ANGELS flying through this view. 

White hoop I consume. I feel the fire on my feet. White road I say, it's such a grand display. Where I sing for the heavens. I will bring to earth. I will shine like diamonds for all of this girth. Watch the night sky, deliver us true. We will be shining lights for me and you. We are the Buffalo Clan, the white hoops are grand. All of us together, are running over this Sacred Land.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings Holiness Running Eagle Shooting Star drums. We sing for the White Buffalo Man. The key from the stars (whope, the falling star, humble with the holy arc) will open any door, "True Love", a devoted servant who prays and dancing all the waves (streams of light and sound).


Suzanne Gallo
7/14/2013, 4:23pm
Suzanne Gallo
Hi,
I know you don't know me but your name struck me -- this may seem strange but I had a dream a while back, about a man with a white buffalo head( he had a human body with his neck and head covered in white buffalo hide and horns) . I have tried to look this up on the internet, but I can't seem to find anything about it. He was showing me a pattern in the sky, something about stars and something about it being a key. I'm really not sure where I was but he seemed to lead me to a sacred site that was in an area where there weren't a lot of people or anyone that had disturbed the land. Do you have any idea what this might be? or where I could look to find further information? Is there a male version of white buffalo calf woman that many people don't know about? I'm sorry to write to you out of the blue like this but something told me to contact you. Hope you have a wonderful rest of your week.
Suz~

Whitebuffalocalfwoman Twindeermother
9/25/2013, 8:27am
Whitebuffalocalfwoman Twindeermother
Beloved Suzanne Gallo, I am just reading my facebook email. I suggest you contact me directly at whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com for interpretations of your vision. You can also join us at a facebook circle at http://www.facebook.com/groups/rainbowwarriorsofprophecy, where I can be reached almost daily. I will get back to you, however, if I don't please go looking for me on a circle. Search me out. I am a crystal child, which is the eldest sun, a male soul, with a female sole. This makes me balanced, which helps the world. you know many men also think they are me, White Buffalo Calf Woman, however it's (White Buffalo, all the colors) about the Rainbow Clan, and which rainbow color one wears on their buffalo robe (four sacred directions in rainbow colors). Mine is crystal, yellow, green, gray. We share about this on this facebook circle. I'm sorry right now, I have to go, but I will make a point of coming back here to check my email on facebook. I hope to see you on the great circle with others. Your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy 

Sister Suzanne Gallo,
A Sacred Song Blessing for White Buffalo Man. You shared this, "he seemed to lead me to a sacred site that was in an area where there weren't a lot of people or anyone that had disturbed the land". This is spacial fields we share, called Relativity or All my Relatives. I talked/sung about it, just thought I would make it more clear. All is sacred when shared.

Thursday, September 26, 2013
The White Buffalo Man
http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-white-buffalo-man.html


Your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Sing a song, and get along, to have joy in life, full of tears, because you know, the sacred flow is all we have to get us home! Dance all day, and learn to play, with all you do and think and say, because we need love to please, to open hearts and doors to be! Welcome all your relatives, into the heart of all your sin and say, "I love you this very day" and "I won't let you get away!". I will fight for love this day, I will fight to show the way, because I am here to love you dear, my heart that sheds so many tears. And when we hope to comfort folks, then we will be prepared to say, "Come pray with me, learn joy to speak, and song and dance will keep us in relief". Whisper song and let a breeze come home to know your knees, where prayer is your living sacred breeze!
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings

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From the darkness we arise a heavenly child. 
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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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Streams of Light Shine Glory (Rings)

There is a whisper in the winds of time. Take up September in your arms to chime. Hear the birds singing to you, in the morning dew it brings you, the drink of love, communication of the doves. All the whispers in the sunlight call my name. I will be there to share my heart without shame. Let me become like a star of diamonds, the song inside that makes us one. We are together in the sacred dance as ONE.

Listen to the glory of the sunny rainbow, where all the streams of light set us free. There inside my deepest pride, to whisper sweet love to you. It's dreaming in September (reflection of softer rays and ability to receive more light), where the Sun rides low in the sky, to greet each other to shine in better weather, where all the streaming lights bind. We sing for witness to this song, where Brotherhood gets us along. I say to you, my magical beams, where all the lights will stream. There I will dream.

I can feel the center of lights streaming, right through me, they glorify this space. I know it's hard to remember yet, it's part of September, where all of heaven shines her radiant face. We are part of this season, where we lift our hearts to the world. And weather you are the sunlight, the darkness greets you with delight.

Share your heart with a stranger. Walk hand in hand. We are together. We share this whether, which way we go, forever we will flow. It's the distance of time, you sea, where everything is relativity. We are more than the sum of men, we are the magical wind. And let my heart shine for you, how heaven always knows the true. We are sending everything deer, just to shine near......................................... you. I say, it's true. I love you too. We are the blue, from heavenly swooning, hearts in blooming.

Whisper in the wind love and make a mighty bend. Bow with the stranger today. Bless the streaming light display. Gift all you have to old ones. Elders who need a hand today, for one day you will be, Elder of the tree and LOVE will be blossoming forth, to show everyone the course.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the winds where lies the heart of Ma Premal Ananda. This Sacred Song Blessing is for :::....:::....:::::.(wind blowing).:::::....:::...::::....::: her heart sings forth in the magical snow of the crystalline stones.  Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for her heart, where the beat makes it a walk in the park. Listen to all that pours forth, to heal us off course. Witness to the friend, who needs a hand again.

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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) 
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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!

Treasures for the Rainbow Family


There is a song upon my heart. I think I want to shout. So much going around me, flowing deliberately. Where I go, I wish I knew, just in time to see the view. Heaven pours inside of me. I want to feel heavenly. Wish upon a rainbow, there in the sky. Wish upon a rainbow, overwhelming pride. We are all but children, longing for family. I wish upon a Rainbow, for all the children of the sea.

Blue road out in front of me. I wish to join heavenly. There my Star can shine, to help all those who want to bind. Gift a hand to God, where my Earth has trod. Give me more to loom, then we can find out soon. Which way is the hands of God? I wish to long for the silver hod/trod. We are moving into our destiny. It is written in the breeze. God is everywhere, if we are pleased. Bow down with me. To see the sacred seas. I wish for a Rainbow, to find their family.

We are all together in a sacred revolving sun. We are all together, because heaven made us ONE (oneness, bound together). We are all together to shine forever in our eyes. To bring us to SUNNY weather, where love is glorified. Can you whisper music from your shining soul? Can you find the magic for the heap and the loaf? Can you wish for rainbows? And treasures for everyone? I am sending love out for this Sacred LUNG.

Breathe with me today. Breathe the breath of life. Take your hands together and pray and make nice. Live a better world. Live it to the day. Live it into magic woven in all we say. Share in the tune of heaven. Shine a better world. Tell the magical kingdom, all have heard the wheel. And together we are favored, as ONE KINGDOM of GOD. All of us together, we are taken to the shod. Listen to the stranger, your almighty destiny, because he may be your Brother, fighting to find family. 

We are all together, heaven made it sow. We are the Rainbow family, because we have the tows/toes (help each other as we walk upon this world)

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for our  Relative Ashok Shandilya. This is his Sacred Song Blessing, a song from his heart.

Noun1.hod - an open box attached to a long pole handlehod - an open box attached to a long pole handle; bricks or mortar are carried on the shoulder
box - a (usually rectangular) container; may have a lid; "he rummaged through a box of spare parts"
Relatives,

Referring to this line in the Sacred Song Blessing, "Which way is the hands of God? I wish to long for the silver hod/trod. We are moving into our destiny. "
Wow, a silver hod, that's better than a silver spoon.
Trod:  to grip like the roots of the tree of life, walking or dancing.
Hoops and Warriors, Suspect silver color and rainbow colors in this song. He has not received his buffalo robe, four directions in rainbow colors yet. Read what others are saying in their stories, warriors. Everyone has much to teach the world. Remember that these songs I sing, come from the heart of those I sing for, where the winds blow free. We sow dawn for the relativity tree, spirituality.

T
hought this was interesting, a corner of a box flying in the air. This would be reflectivity, such as the yellow road provides. Spirit Jumper an indigo child, saw in a day vision, as only indigo children can do "vision as a prophet" literally plain as day. Anyway, she saw every single thing tied together with yellow strings of light, in triangles.

Think of a Box, which represents the stone or Star of David the sacred sun (shavah), the beloved child, the star of heaven, each child of the rainbow is. This box with four sides, needs to bend. Divide this box (four directions) into half diagonally and you now have more surfaces, which reflect more light, providing us with shade and painted delights. In the future all compasses will be three sided, providing for the spacial fields.

We are at our infancy of the receiving knowledge from the heavenly fields, most consider dark space, unknown (brotherhood feared), unsown (spiritual unknown, not realized or awakened), crossing over, etc, etc, etc. Most do not befriend the darkness, as most women have experienced. This time is changing in evolution, where man is learning to follow woman, by coming home as "Spiritual Warriors", cleansers and protectors of the spacial fields, including the heavenly dark space (sound waves), as well as the earthly light spaces (color waves). Bless and pray every hour.

Yes, we Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, think that darkness is female, including half of the rainbow clan colors, thus the embrace of space, stillness rocking. What is impure is those who do not cleanse, whether in the light or darkness. Streams bind us all together.

Learning to purify the fields, the spacial hills, well that's relativity, the places of the streams, you and me, the beloved tree, the stones rocks and hills, the waking of all those pills (medicine including placebos). It's faith we dream.


Your devoted servant,

White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy 



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!

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