Give Me Humble Blessings

Give me humble blessings, to give my heart a demand. I will show you true love the path of the single dove (i will fly to you, where ever you are).  Come brave soldier, come into the fairy land, where magic is a true heart that stands. And like a mountain grieving, the soul needs to leap with faith, to bow down to the valley, where all is planted with the grapes (blossoming fruit on a vine, we are intertwined). 


We are mighty children, when we remember the soul within. We shall be like ghosts, the holy place of sins (relativity of dream space). But as we learn to cleanse our hearts, we find a (truly holy) ghost of pure love.  That's a ghost to reckon with, because power stems from a dove (singularity of love's devotion). Pure love. Love that is true. Compassion blossoming out of you. And if you don't have tears today, because your heart was broke, remember the many warriors, who are part of the spokes. And we are the circle of many, the tribes of the lands, for we are the children of the mighty, the gospel inside our hands. Gift to the people and children, the plants, rocks, animals too, because someday that will be your witness, your vision will come true. Learning about how to be grateful, in a daze that comes to reign (heaven upon earth), I say forever be true my fields, let the blooming grapes yield*.


*Joyous gathering of faithful devotion of sharing, gathering, eating, drinking and having a good time (tears of joy), now with the morals of brotherhood and righteousness, love purifies the heart, to bond together, like an arc, the ark through time, that allows us to shine, just like one small thin dime (sky or atmosphere, it's embrace on the fragile world we live).

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, elders of the rainbow clan. Alightfromwithin.Org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

 

 

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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! 

Bless the Fishes, Critters and Waters Around the World

Thank you God for everything.  Everyday you make it green. What we do is upon our hands, oh help me understand. There is wisdom in my heart.  Don't you see all imparts, bless the waters that bee (impossible dream) true, bless the sky beneath the blue.

Can't my children feel safe and where?  I want to know you really care!  Don't you sea, what is mighty in the breeze?  Help me pray, Lord gift company.  In our hearts, it does command, oh why, oh why don't we understand?  I pray for Oneness upon this land for God hold me close, Great Spirits course.

Give me a place where the buffalo roam and we come home, where the sea is blue.  The fish come home to me and you and life abounds along the stream. In the back and forward of our dreams.  That's where I walk.  That's where I talk.  That's where I bless the sea beneath the golden trees. Oh Great Spirts hold me!

Oh Great Spirits lift me up a night (knight).  Feel me soaring and billows of clouds I pour out from our tears of plight.  But I am a rainbow and I dream to walk down with you.  I slide my heart out and I give my life, and in return for love, I bless all from above.

I bless the gorgeous seas that long between you and me.  And it's the mighty course, we must be good to neighbors view, the shores of distant hues, that gather to come home.  It's a mighty storm.  I bless you, come and give your love. Care enough to help thee.  The closest relative to bee and now it's in our back yard and it's not too far we need believe it's true.  We need take care of you, the blessed seas.  The blue of me.  The skies between, my heart is seen.  And I walk it's true.  I bless all between you and me. I bless all sacred in the breeze.  God help us have faith in thee (creek in the back yard in clean, without concrete)!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, sacred drum by Holiness David Running Eagle and inspired by Lisping Wise One and Holiness David for the fishes, critters and waters around the world.

"God is our strength, vision is our gift", says Holiness David. 

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!

Aldo Fallen Breeze, Love Awakes in Thee, the Song that Perfectly Believes

Fallen Breeze (from heavenly return, the numinous flowing finds the loom, or place of Mother Earth), the Song that Pulls us together in our needs. The Advocate so blind (a type of motherly love, who always loves regardless of what she sees, the trusting heart, that seeks to find, the better part of thee).  When we find our hearts, he will be there to find, the song of hope in each others breeze. Love Awakes in Thee (Spirit of God, Oneness call).  There lies the dream, the answer lies in the wind, that blows.  The spirit always grows and knows.

Sacred Song Blessings for Aldo (elder soul) Fallen Breeze, the yellow person who dreams!


Comical, waking up, to all my dreams.  Hoping others will find the stream.  There is much to learn in heaven's wake.  The darkness come to light to find it's way.  Butterflies and dolphins know which way to go, because they always follow their knows (long noses, the journey to and fro between realms, the law of love grows, relatives in the snow, the crystalline rock blows - the perfection of a soul). And we should look to them to follow their strides, because it's always a walking wild, when you follow the dreams, that you entail, we come to the roadways, of eternity.

Have faith in all you do and say, it's a brand new day.  If only there was wisdom in all we do and say (trusting the soul to walk right with the flesh, the walking talking way). God is a miracle in each and everyone, even the flowers and rocks do sing. But you need to listen to all those songs, because the quakes are coming, to show us buffalo run (thunder of hooves of the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, who shall save the days).  It's thunder out there, don't you hear the stampede, it's the dream of returning to all that's clean. 

We are going to the land God did promise us, around the corner and through all the dust.  After it settles and we find the tides (shores of the promise land, where brotherhood resides and sisterhood knows why, for law of love, will rule the days, and even the night skies), look out thunder (roar of a stampede, the army of God is on it's stride, the buffalo have come home), we are along for the ride.  In the valleys (the shadows of heavenly fires do burn, to cast out the impure towards the whole) where the green grass grows (perfect place, the four corners of space), the migration herds, do thunder and roar, the battle of the mighty ocean's breeze, the soul's are coming forth to lead all of thee (heaven awakes within for all, to share the heart and the soul).

Spirits and dancing will come again to the heart of all of Gods leaves (relatives on the tree of life, each of us represent a universe, yet we are also part of a greater universe of Oneness, it's the micro and the macro).  And we are just on the verge of extinct (departing the second phase of evolution towards the third rolling hill of time), for dreams are flowing to make us all seem weak (to learn humbleness and divine, the lambs of God shall survive).  It's heaven's darkness, that leads the way, the visions and spirit of everything (the numinous flowing is the heavenly realm that we begin and return, the cycle of eternal winds).  Let's learn to follow our souls again, to do what thunder (heavenly law of love) wants us to bring, our cosmic mothers know (rainbow people and overlays, the vibration of the child's heart who is in pain), it's the children of time (dreams unfold in our children who are pure hearted), that allows us to find the singularity (oneness of the sublime, we belong together and dine, the gathering to receive love and protection, the gregari(ous)ty of sharing stories of time).  And when we find that we do belong to the wind, then tears will always win(d) (hear the sharing of pain, knows that there is a gain, to offer true love, the heart of true blood, that gives life every time, the waters of perfect love, a blue earth, that knows how to fly from above, the heavenly place we are dawning from, Mother Earth she carries us all with kit gloves. - pure and anointed - ).  And children will always know when (perfect timing of the wind, trusting hearts with blind faith).  And parents will long to be old again (to be an elder will have respect, and children will treat them right).  It's time to bee (impossible flight of a dream we do flow) the heart of the breeze.

Come have a little faith in God again.  Come drink from the well of eternity.  Come dance and play and know it's time to shine, for dreams are going to bee the heart of mine. Dreams are going to find you and me, inside the hollow vacant tree (buffalo home, the sacred four directions of light, that house the soul), there lives a shelter for the wind.  The soul, that knows it's time again.
 

Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions for Aldo Fallen Breeze, Love Awakes in Thee.  Yellow (he is of great light, the dream of life unfolds), rainbow (she, dark, part of Holiness, the divided state, that provides perfection of the rainbow sections, the eight parts of holiness), blue (he offers the reflection of light, to gather to and fro, gray (she, darkness where all dreams become, the doors to destiny).  Here the perfect breeze, that blows both ways and cross and greet, the heart of longing and meet!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan), your Twin Deer Mother (elder crystal person), your wakan iyeshka (holy interpreter) who sings the songs, to speak the heart of the breeze!

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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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Mighty stands here today and I hand the land away. To gift the heart of Brotherhood, to gift the breath of living sight. Where do I go? Where might I add? Where does the road go to and fro? Have I just made too many stands or am I only the keeper of the land? We can be the bow (rainbow) of majesty, when we choose to follow the rules, of God's embrace the law of love. And here we stand upon the hill. For the Great Spirit knows which way to go and we follow them each day we grow. And if we trust the hands of God, then we know the way home is here. My heart blossoms throughout the land and where I go, I make a stand. For God's sword of justice comes to take the Reigns to give the Love, to give the team. We can do this, if we trust in thee, our Brothers love our Sister's glee. Can we trust faith forever today, or do we learn to walk away? The rainbow warriors of yesterday, came and went the other way, and now we know the only way, is to the heart, the heart that prays. We know the way, of the sacred day, is when our relatives all live instead of death inside, the death of time, we are here to grow and play again. We are here to grow and play all day. We are here to know, that God is Great. The image of which you art thee, and we can be the flowers pure, when we trust God, the one above.
Bless thee...
Sung by white buffalo calf woman, today July 07, 2009.

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