The White Buffalo Cloud

Grandfather (white/star child) Razi Marcel Zahr (Weisser Büffel) Sacred Song Blessing for today, speaking about White Buffalo, we praise, the many prayer cloths of this world, who bow down and really care.

There once was a child of the moon, who talked about all the magic that moves and rows, the swooning of the rainbow glare. Let us really learn to care. All the buffalo mighty and true, longing to feel close to you. All the children of the Rainbow coming on home, just have to learn to praise on the phone (prayers in the winds). And with this loving range of my voice, I can hear all the children's noise. They hoop and holler and share all their shame and even have cause for the blame. 

When will they learn to love? I wish for all the children to grow up like doves (peaceful warrior hearts). And if I can save them one at a time, then all the children will learn to climb. Into the stars of heaven that clings, down to the mighty wailing sinks. And all the trees of life come down to the mission full of clowns (put on your happy smile). There is a witness to all that you dew, if only you could learn to choose, love over hatred in all that you dew. Think of tomorrow it's a great new view. 

Heaven on earth come shatter the wane, the bowing of that loyal sparkling gain. Let all the colors that break in the wind, learn to come together and shake and begin. Grumbling upon this world that subsides, all the colors of the streams rolling wide. I wish for all the children to become the saviors of heaven down on the rungs. Which way did you flow today in your heart? I wish for you find all the loyal starts. And with this mission I will proclaim, love is the answers to all of your pain/pane. Look out there in the fields of time that begin. We are the children of so many sins. When will we choose to cleanse this sacred world? I wish for shooting stars and wishes to part (give aways).

Help all the world find loving rays, inside of heaven there is much to say. All the buffalo running outinto the world. I wish to show them that love is here to stay. Come all the children of the Buffalo Cry, tell the world we are coming and that is no lie (the truth). I want you to be faithful in all that you dew, because we are leavened together to get the clues. 

Come my many colors the rainbow that shines, inside the colors that heal and bind. I wish for saviours to show their face, teh wonder of magic that includes my face. I know there is plenty for us to understand. I know we must face this danger at hand. I know we need to cultivate wisdom a... gain. I know it's time to pray all over our winds. Tell everyone, it's time to come home. We are the buffalo running on the thrones. We are teh children who want a new life. We are seeking out of this strife.

Listen to all those who follow love's path. They will teach you how to last, to sprinkle the dew and shine with the sun. All the children will lean on everyone (crying tears). Let them understand, that we are here, those from heaven who brought along our fears. Yet we are children seeking a k/new path. We are longing for a miracle that lasts.

Wishing for dreams to all come true. Wishing for rainbows to flow from you. Wishing for paradise to call out our names. Wishing for everyone to know the sacred fame. WE are all STARS from HEAVEN to night, when we dream of great dreams. We move out of sight. We are together in the sacred fields of dreams, when we gather in the hoops and holler to bring. Faith is coming into your heart. Faith is driving you to do your part. Faith is longing for a new paradise. I wish for you to have a happy heart. 

Let us bow down and pray for this world. Let us bow down and share this perfect girth. We are the children who sing the glorious songs. We are the children who help others along. Blessings to all the little creatures out there. All the plants and animals that learned to care. And with this proclamation, I dew swear, "I will be a magician, bringing loving wails/cries." Let us all learn to be oneness again. Let us all learn to share in the wind. Let us guide each other to each other's eyes, then we will learn to conceive instead jab with knives. I say to all the little children out there, forgive and tell the world that we care. Love is the answer to all of our pain. Let us bow down and follow this great train/trane. Love is the way we bow a...gain.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you today, to bring in loving eyes of Grandfather (white/star child) Razi Marcel Zahr (Weisser Büffel) who praise. His Buffalo Robe (four directions in rainbow colors) is white/star, silver, green and gray. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star brings in harmony with the drum after all. We are together, the rainbow clan. We share the harmony and distance of the lands. We are driven to be one heavenly clan, the miracle of the sacred band, the Rainbow Clan.

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 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child. 

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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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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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Stars glisten to the sun, in my heart, and I spin all around, to sing the songs of heavenly bound, within the rolling hills of man's run.  It's earth within me, where the buffalo run, do I know where I am going, to bee with the wakan tankan (walking talking, to bee the stars of heaven's song), the place I understand.  Hold on my relatives, we go swimming in our tears of seas, and we sail into the a world of heavenly bounding without fears.  Rush into my arms, and I will be waiting for your return.  Come hold my hand, and know that I have come, to bee with all your dreams.  I have come home to my relatives, who dream, who bring us home, into a world, where all will understand.  It's a place where paradise will hold you, inside my understanding arms.

The Mother will know you, come sit with me with tears.  And Father will come to your rushing sides.  The wind upon the back, where pushing is a matter of fact, as we fight, to live in purity.  Sow pick up your pipe, and know of love again, for all our children they understand.  And give a cup of cheer to all that is known as fear, and let your hate be rushed away.  Because now it's time to know of love again.  Now it's time to run away.  Let's fly into the sun, let glory be our guns.  And we shall be family again. Come my children come on home to me, where we will sing the songs of tears.  The place we remember when, no shame will be here then, and we will understand true joy.  For abundance is everywhere, and hearts, they will be filled, with all our joys, to fill the seas with tears of joy.  I say, my glory runs, right into the rising sun, where you will be dreaming for you and I.  I know you are the song, that I have been waiting to get along.  And you are my joyous part of life.

The world, full of plight, will know when I arrive, because we purify their fights.  We will know of loving arms again.  We will know when to part (with love in our hearts).  We will bee the song of powerfulness, the star, that seeks the right to fly (freedom is known).  I know you are inside, the wind that blows in pride. And there Grandmother will hold our hearts.  We shine like the bear (star in heaven), and roam like the buffalo heart (thunder roars, in birth of the four directions), and Grandfather will hold our hands.  I say, don't let the misunderstandings go away (teachings), until you forgive them who do wrong.  But instead have a drum, that teaches them to run (sacred beating of united hearts), to forgive all that was done wrong (joining in songs together).  Let purification find a way, to live a brand new day, the ways of hope and songs of love, find roads that cross inside, the blue and red with pride, and we shall always find our waves.

For suns does find a wind to blow, when smoke finds clouds to blow away (freedom is eternal life).  And my heart will find you, when you seek what is truth, the loving aims of our lives.  Remember to bless it all, even friends and foes who fall, to return the shadows home again.  The lower, the higher ones, who call upon our friends, don't know of relatives with hearts, but you could teach them how.  You could be the fall (knowing prayer and humility, the rainbow halls).  The one who says, I'll show you the way.  Put fire in the light, purify all your plight, and we shall go for a new paradise.  Live happy every day, when you forgive all who did play, without the world, who did not know the way.  And we shall show the world, that we are heroes for sure, because we know of blessings that save the way.  It's a brand new day.  It's a brand new way, where Tao (walking towards home) is what is right.  The soul and the flesh, is riding to the nest, the place we call heaven on earth.  Now come and sit with me, by the fire that sets us free, to fill the days with joy again.  We'll dance and sing a tune, to be the song of hues (rainbow colors) and we shall fight for what is right, the law of love has come, to bring it home to the dawn, it's evolution calling, "We're going home".

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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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For Robert "Please say a special prayer for Robert (the star brings us near, the "bright flame" that glows, Grandfather Light). He awaits your return."

Beloved Sun, when does the bow bend, to know the gift of love has returned.  We seek the heart, that longs to greet, the Rainbow and devoted suns.  Daughters gift the law of love, the stand for what is right.  Do you not see, what blows in the breeze, the heart of everyone.

Come and love the sounds of birds, the singing of delight.  The green grass tells everyone, that the bounty is coming soon.  But if we seek without in the world, we miss what's just right inside, the heart, that knows and always glow, to bring us home again.

There is much to bring us down, but if we allow this plight to make our rooms, we miss the halls of tears that shout, a dream is on the other side, a place for us to hide, inside the halls of great. We are the image of so much to speak, yet, we can't find our way, because we think, that it's out there, but wisdom speaks from in hear.

My love, you are walking divine, when you trust what is blind (vision of your heart instead), and we can find the halls of great, when we trust in faith.  God speaks to the little children out there, does not your heart know the song?  For Great Spirits, they call us their children, the hope for everyone.  And heaven is the Song of Angels, where they collide, with lights that glow, and we can offer heaven, the sanctuary down below.

What we need is love this day, the truth, not, what we do not say, but what we do is what we say, to show the perfect way.  The unity of the soul and flesh, the red road and the blue (road), they tell us we are the rising sun, the path of no return.  And why would we want to go back when the circle of life continues on?  We are here as children, to be the rising sun.

Dance in your dreams and open your heart to all that is plight, know your tears feed the bounty of fears, that need an embrace tonight.  We are the ones we have been waiting for (tears), and now we must realize, to claim the hearts within the dark, the blessings, that purify.

Now my child, remember for awhile, the song, that gifts you love.  You are the majesty that longs to be heard, the river of tears, that smile.  It's a Rainbow, do you not sea, the heart, that feels this majesty?  I say, my love, get down on the knees and pray, to know, that's what we teach our children today, that we are but a moment in time, and we need treasure even the blind, for it's the song, that feeds all the nines (nine sacred directions), the halls of the divine. 

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, Elder Christal person, wakan iyes(h)ka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drumbeat by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, Elder Lavender person, holy fire who binds us together, sacred deliverance!

Nine Sacred Directions:
Up1 and down2 and all around3, north4 south5 east6 and west7, bring us to the very best.  the heart beat8 (flowing) and the breath9 (flight), show us the rolling hills, the nest.  offer the sacred fire of smoke, to bring the heart, the light of hope.

For Glen (a narrow valley between hills, where the rivers flow, where the heart does feel and know, Grandmother Dark) "Many thanks, the sacred song blessings do dance"

Which way does the wind blow, I say, my heart speaks to know, but so many they don't flow, because they look away.  I know they need wisdom, but they must seek to find, and how do I reach them if they walk so blind.

There is so much waiting, for me and you come soon.  I know my heart is full of hope, the dreams, that drive us home.  The wailing of our Mothers, the Sisters who wait for love, and My love is waiting, to bring home the cooking dove (purified child).  I say, my love is waiting, to show us the wails of delight, because I am calling to the halls, those in plight.

I want to be a hero.  I want to be the Chief.  But so many they don't listen, to the old man, who sits like a crow (the grandmother space, many doors to destiny, where the spider does weave, the sacred blanket of life).  And it's here inside my heartbeat.  It's here, that I want to know, which way does the sun turn, when my heart does ember and glow? 

They seek magic every moment, but they don't realize, that they alone are the magic, that part that does collide (heavenly soul and earthly flesh).  I want my hands to bow with them, to hold them when they are weak, but they run away from my love, when do the Angels sing? 

Can't God know I'm waiting? (Great Spirits willing) Don't they see, that I am here? (tell me a tale) I want to be the heart of leaves (relative on the tree of life), to show them relief.  I sing to heaven above me, the sky that holds my tears.  I sing to the bellows below me, the shadows who bless so pure.  And I united the heavens with earth, to bring them home to me, the song of Angels blow within, I can feel it's whole girth.

Wake up, my children, look out from within.  Look out for heaven is coming.  And you will see, the size of a pea, that will bolt the stars into your life.  Hang on to your salvation.  Hold me close, I know you won't fear, because it's the song of Brotherhood, that will save us all here.

So much plight.  So much to drive away from fright, yet I know, that all that glows, is wisdom coming home.  Trust our tears, and never fear, but ask, and seek what is right, then all will be the rushing river, that gifts the halls of justice tonight (heaven knows, who does glow, the light from within, does show from without in their deeds).

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother and devoted servant, who sends sacred blessings tonight!

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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!