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.
| Noun | 1. |  hod - 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"
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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.
Thought 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,
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)
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