Human kind, show us how to live. All together, we can make this world stiff. Climb on high. Let our songs touch the sky. WE are children longing to feel the welcome CRIES.
Hold my hands, everywhere Great Spirits demand. We are together, holding onto the greatest weather. Shine inside and bind your soul to the ground. There we walk together and make the holiest of sound. Let us lean on each other, every single day. Let us cry to become people while we pray. And when we seek a hand in all this destiny, help us bow to the land of harmony.
Listen to the cries the wanting of salvation in the daze/days. Let us become a holy people walking this wave. And together, let us cry out and show our hearts to the wane......where we bow together and help all to GAIN. We are ONE LAND. Mother Earth hears our cries. She tells us there is fair weather coming out to CRY. And will you beckon, us to come on home? I say, my Brother, my Sister I hear your tones. Cry with me, everywhere GREAT SPIRITS LEAD. I know your name, it is written in the wind. You are longing for a better world to make a rift, where the fair exchange is the holy stiff. We are mountains that touch this holy sky (busting heart pride). We are holy people and nothing will make us bind, to none other than to each and everyone. We are together all longing to be great SUNS.
....
Halo below my ears (all around vibration), where lies heaven and earth (between the sun/light and the breath/dust), paradise appears, the song of angels prescribe, love each other through the night. Love each other through the day. Love each other, for all waves. Love each other and shine a new daze. We are dreaming. We are sent to live a holy ream. We are strolling down the cradle rocking the crowns/crones. Let the wisdom share our hearts today, then we will vision longing for this praise.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for thee souls. Twin Deer Mother walking on solid gold (dreams coming true). Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for the waking souls and Father Red Hand he is telling it on the sole (wakan or holy walking). We are together, let us feel the waking souls, tethered together a dreaming unfolds. Brotherhood is bold.
 |
| White Buffalo, the holy prayer cloth and buffalo robe of the Morning Star Eagle Feathers don the eight sacred directions in Rainbow Colors |
Join us at Hoop 6 (Stepping Stone) - Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, brotherhood)! "I Bless Myself" and "I Bless the World"
All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
New moon Schedule
January 1, 2014 Dawning with the Suns
January 30, 2014
March 1, 2014
March 30, 2014
April 29, 2014
May 28, 2014
June 27, 2014
July 26, 2014
August 25, 2014
September 24, 2014
October 23, 2014
November 22, 2014
December 22, 2014
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child, a divine light from within.
Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony"
Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony"
Relatives of the Rainbow Clan,
You and you and you and you and me too. We have entered the Dawning (re/birthing). We start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014) has begun. 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
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”
Official Title: Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony”
 |
| We bow with the Artist sharing the Rainbow Clouds |
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!
Posts
BlossomingDeerPetals(Red)BlueLakePeopleLeadingMigration.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment