The day of longing has come home, to feel the sacred sawed off bone (amazing it has so much meaning, sawed is cut apart, separated, like the people around the world spread four directions, this separated them from each other, they forgot each other's souls. The bone is where the inside creates red blood cells, life renewal, this is the continual forever red road, the fire eternal. And when we look at the stars at night, think of the stars streaming and some images of the heavens you can see this, the many bright stars of heaven is the milk. This is why we call our galaxy the milky way. The sacred sawed off bone is the separated relatives -seen and unseen- are now at the top of the wave and going to be together in the valley where the river and the green grass grows), (rainbow clan, divine sparks of light, beings of light) the many splinters of the light, now come on home, from all their plights (suffering). If only we could find a way, to live in comfort in our display (walking and talking), to help our neighbors to be true, my heart is longing to feel near you. I think I will grow a foot (12 is representation of the Rainbow Mother, this is why in America we use a measurement system based on the foot, it's the Mother in the sky, the Rainbow Promise we are gifted often around the world and most Natives understand instinctively about Mother Earth and her promise), to be a kind of many loops (hoops tied together, waves, light and sound offer frequencies and cross over each other. We call it red and blue roads/waves, which is the basis of the Rainbow Clan, this is the story of the dreaming and envision or vision quest), the sacred ties of bonds we share, the relatives who need me near. And I feel like flying in the winds. I feel like everything begins, where butterflies turn around, to share the wings of their sound, the many flock to the true (all come to the sacred circle, all are welcome), where heaven is inside me and you.
Come children rescue each and everyone (care about your neighbor). Come listen to the sacred sun (a light from within shines from our heart), the rising tear (the tree of life grows up, from the waters and dews/cling to, of heavenly endures) without any fear, because love is born near (driving force, heavenly virtues). And I will be there on this side of glory (circles, hoops), when we share our holy smoke (breath, red road fire light and blue road water sound, cross over and merge together) near our stories. I will be true to you, the heart that longs to feel me too. Can butterflies know worship (understand how great they are, divine particles of light that dances around in hoops), the heart of this supplication (1. to ask for humbly or earnestly, as by praying. 2. to make a humble entreaty to; beseech), where we are genuinely fit (fitness, strong in spiritual knowledge and heavenly virtues on the blue road, to receive, validate and allow) inside our souls. But if we could only find our cocoon (rebirth), to let us slumber dreams come true, there I will be holding you next to me. My heart will know the sacred drum, the place I feel the hum (so very lovely said, yes the hum of the drum, our heartbeat).
A sacred song blessing for Grandfather G. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings (crystal child and interpreter/iyeshka) and Holiness David Running Eagle Drums (lavender child), elders of the rainbow clan. Everyone has four sacred directions in rainbow colors. We call the color of the child, by the inner most color. White Buffalo Calf Woman's four sacred directions or buffalo robe is crystal, yellow, green, gray. If you would like to know yours, please ask and I am happy to serve, for this is my purpose, to help all the children find their GREATNESS (wakan tanka, a great spirit are you).
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!
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