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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Monday, September 30, 2013

What is Up With You Rainbow Clan?

There is a day when all is say, "What is up with you"? I have much to say. Tell me true are you? In the sacred blue? I know my heart feels full. And there is much to do. Where is the solemn vow to the kingdom of God? I know there are gentlemen who fly to the clouds. And one more promise. One more sound. One more magical waking of the wow. There is a smoke filled lining in the clouds. And there lives all the Rainbow Colors living loud. Shouting out their names. Wondering how to play the game. Wishing for dreams to follow them through. I wish for them to make their hearts blue (heavenly tools).

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/

• 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

Standing Buffalo,
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.


Aho Relatives

I love you. I forgive the sin within. So we can begin. It is time to Stand upon the land and open the hearts of men. Listen to the spirit within and let the cleansing begin. Earth, Fire, Water and Wind. Look inside my friend, your soul will never end. 
Love and Blessings 
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*
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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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Thank you Standing Leaf, relative to the sacred trees!

Tell me where the song does lead, into the heart of those who bleed, because we suffer for true love, to shine forever, just like the doves. Let peace know greatness in all your daze, because it's dreams that lead the waves! Join in hands, know it's true, you are Greatness, like me and you (together forever). Standing Leaf's blog http://green-grass-home.blogspot.com.  

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
 

We Will Sing a Dance for You


Singing and dancing. Sharing our hearts. Waking up to the Rainbow, this holy arc. Will I be realized, just in the nick of time? Will I be waking up to the whole world of mine/sublime? I wish for the Rainbow to find everyone. I wish for the Rainbow to find the great SUN. I wish for the bows in all the children's delight, when opening up all the packages God's gifts. 

So many treasures. So many to have fun. Sow many little things that need to be grown. And with it's rising up to touch the devoted sun. Let me find waking up to all the tom thumbs. Groaning and poning (griddle cakes, mixing it up, hot fire, brotherhood and mire) to all that is within, to share the heart beat that wants nothing from sin. Yet as I rise up I must forgive everyone. They don't always learn how to make a churn. There is much magic in this holy urn. Great God in heaven shine down on me. Let this world know paradise please. I wake, I want more, for everyone please. To tell them it's time to share all that we need.

It's heaven when we sing and dance along the waves. It's happy, not sad occasions, but glee most of the daze. Yet I understand that we must look up and we look down, yet I want to feel the sacred all around. There is a place within that shares my heart, there a stream lies down inside of the parked. Stillness of the river shining through me. That's the place heaven lives, where I want to be free.

Spread my wings and billow and touch the mighty stars. There is a place now, where we are marching loud. Who is the destine? Who is my friend (helper)? Who is the wanting of gifting away the sin, blessing the wind?  There we will be together, always longing for the praise, when happiness guides us to happier days. I send my love gratefully out to the world. Thank you for all of the toys. Thank you for all the girls and boys.

We will sing a dance for you! (Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, silver child). Aho and over the rainbow we flow, all skipping and dancing along the waves. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness Running Eagle Shooting Star sends love along the path of the heart beat. Elders of the Rainbow Clan.


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

Seasons That Sings, tells us how to bring, the sunshine of heaven down where it is green, the glory of God seeks refuge in every heart. I tell you this story to gift you a lofty start. We are shining together, like a Rainbow in the sky. We are all together in the deep swelling wide. We are all together, the SUNS in the sky. We are the treasures forever, because LOVE Realized.
 
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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