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!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts. It's time to walk the evolution's path. We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone. Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song). And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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Aho Dear Twin Deer Mother (White Buffalo Calf Woman), If you have the time and space I would like to receive a song blessing...Thank you very much.
Blessed Be. SS your Song of Heaven, Green child, Spiritual Embrace

Southern Season Greetings, Sending love and kisses to all the misses! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html.
your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child

Aho Beloved Twin Deer Mother, Thank you for the song!!! My soul jumps from joy and got tears in my eyes! This is how I feel inside!!! Thank you for the pics as well! They express nicely what I feel... Welcome to Paradise where the Tree of Life blossoms one's/once more!
Blessed Be. Southern Season your Song of Heaven, Green Child, Spiritual Embrace
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Morning Walk

As I rise up to sea, the wonder of God's gifts to me. I find the light waiting for me to shine, upon the royal earth divine. Capture me to be free. Love is gathered out from the seas. I wake up to find a love that binds. Come children watch over me. Come children find your dream. And when you rise up this day, look at the Morning Star and say. I love you my Sun. I love you each day. I gift my heart to you, for bringing me here this daze.


I see your glory and haze, the morning with it's craze....y. And I know it's another day, to bring my love your way.  If only you could understand, to receive each other and holy man. To be kind and true, to let other imbue, we are family indeed. We are part of what we need. Come share each other's heart, know we have much to impart. The place we shine inside, the greatness that is divine. We can be great indeed, if only we could find our liberty (forgive all the leaves, relatives on the tree of life). 


The path of righteousness is going to the place we missed (heavenly domain). Inside our hearts, where we receive (validate) and impart, to receive each other's love (validate). To receive (validate) each other's hearts, that's the place we need to bee, one great big gigantic dream. Together we are one place in time, the rolling hills that hold us and bind. Come share in the magic of the morning air, the place of turmoil that only needs to dare (to). Love each other and find the waves, the perfect place to praise.


The glory of your eyes, the place I need to know inside. The heart that speaks eternally, that's the place for me (within heavenly, the true blue). And when we rise up to greet another day, then we are going to hold a place to praise. And if we are going to the sacred knows, then we should bow down and expose. There is a heart inside of me, when I am willing to bow on my knees, because prayer is the only way to clean, the holy air, inside that fears clean (purification).  

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, the motion of the Morning Air, the Walking (wakan). Oh holy day, help me find my waves....inside each other, there I will know the gifts of love that bring me liberty. I bow and pray, to know the sacred nine directions today. I bless the space, to make all dreams held within my face. Bright and shining, a sun within me. I will shine for the Morning Walk, to bring out the HOLY TREE.


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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!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Candace LaWren Evans Sacred Song Blessings

Rassouli, Prayer Blanket of Heaven's Love
Live inside my heart this day, I am walking towards what you say. But if you don't look at me, how can you feel the great breeze?  I want to be near you, but you have to want it too. We are learning how to bring God's love to bow.  There inside of heaven's realm, I leap inside the winds. I want to know what is to show, if I don't look within?  There inside a mystery presides, the place of heavenly souls do arise. And within me calls the forever ever ball, the merry go round of you and me.

Where art thou my love, the calling of the shroud? I am beholden to your love, because you go without.  And I know it's heaven's call, the waking of it all. My soul does reach within the winds, to bring us home again, to bring us home again. 

We could not go without true love, as we depart this age. We look upon the last sore bout of heaven's wrath we waged. And when we sail upon the seas, to find the beck and hall. The place of God's forgiveness calls, the waking of mortal sin, to bring it holy again .

Can we find the way to bee, the heart that is set free?  Can we be a mighty call, forever we are k/need/mead. Where I shout I call your name, to reach into the winds within. I will call my brothers out, to show the women in. We are fighting for God's love, the withering flower who dews, longing to find the blossom within, we do carry more clues.  There we strike a pose to dance, to lift us up, once more. My withered body carry me, to the sacred shore.

Walk away did you this day? Did not know how to stay?  But you did want love to grow.  How will you ever know?  If you look within your soul, then you could get really old. Wisdom eternal lies deep within, you don't have to sink or swim. You just have to believe and begin. When you seek with other hearts, you find a way to know our parts. And when you lift the eternal seas, our hearts will glory bee. Next to you, my soul does leap, for you are a story that will always keep. The wrath of heaven will show me true, right home to the sacred blue. Right back to where I will be with you.

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Sacred Song Blessings Interpreted by White Buffalo Calf Woman

Live inside my heart this day, I am walking towards what you say. But if you don't look at me, how can you feel the great breeze?  I want to be near you, but you have to want it too. We are learning how to bring God's love to bow (true).  There inside of heaven's realm, I leap inside the winds. I want to know what is to show, if I don't look within?  There inside a mystery presides, the place of heavenly souls do arise (spiritual winds). And within me calls the forever ever ball (circle, bubble, dream-scape, spiraling or rainbow colors embracing inner space), the merry go round of you and me.

Where art thou my love, the calling of the shroud (prayer cloth that keeps us eternal safe)? I am beholden to your love, because you go without (suffer for me, in order that I may sea).  And I know it's heaven's call, the waking of it all. My soul does reach within the winds, to bring us home again, (octave higher, holiness ascending) to bring us home again. 

We could not go without true love, as we depart this age (fond memories). We look upon the last sore bout of heaven's wrath we waged (to get to the top of the hill, our evolutionary period we depart, to start down into the valley of darkness we must sea or envision the dream). And when we sail upon the seas, to find the beck (musical stream) and hall (kingdom divided gardenscape). The place of God's forgiveness calls, the waking of mortal sin (warrior down stand up), to bring it holy again (purification again).

Can we find the way to bee (dream impossible dreams), the heart that is set free?  Can we be a mighty call, forever we are k/need/mead (honey wine, Mead of Poetry turns the drinker into a poet or scholar, through prosody or the rhythm, stress, and intonation of speech and with legs that bend towards each other at the knees, one is willing to bow with light heartedness. This mythical beverage is known that whoever "drinks becomes skald or had rhythmic structure of verse. And acts like a scholar" to recite any information and solve any question.  Sounds like  the heavenly language, but now we don't have to get drunk on mead or beer, but we are drunk on mead of poetry within our hearts and our lives. We are able to sing the song that flows in the winds). Where I shout I call your name, to reach into the winds within. I will call my brothers out (warriors who protect outwardly, our earthly red road), to show the women in (warriors who protect inwardly, our heavenly blue road). We are fighting for God's love, the withering flower (falls limp or bows) who dews (gains repose imbues), longing to find the blossom within (the soul awakens), we do carry more clues (listening to each other's stories as well as our own book of life).  There we strike a pose to dance, to lift us up, once more (the blossom gains strength from the dew, the fragrance of the heart, heaven fill me up). My withered body carry me, to the sacred shore (I bow down to adore, heavenly I implore).

Walk away did you this day (not willing to fight for love)? Did not know how to stay (ignorant display)?  But you did want love to grow.  How will you ever know (if you always walk away)?  If you look within your soul, then you could get really old. Wisdom eternal lies deep within, you don't have to sink or swim (do or die, it's not a choice, it's love, the law). You just have to believe and begin. When you seek with other hearts, you find a way to know our parts (we are all parts of the same puzzle and need each other to begin, the story of our lives, the journey we share in strife). And when you lift the eternal seas, our hearts will glory bee. Next to you, my soul does leap, for you are a story that will always keep. The wrath of heaven (law of love, a Mother's heart) will show me true, right home to the sacred blue. Right back to where I will be with you.

Aho and Blessings Candace (clarity, whiteness, star). Your rainbow colors are rainbow, yellow, white, gray (this order, please make a note of it) and looks like golden rays coming from you. However inside, you create the red robe, where the prayer blanket or buffalo robe is necessary. Which means, it's really important for those who wear red, to bless constantly, recommending the daily spiritual development of the "Holy Week Day", 2 page downloadable available at http://birthingofhope.blogspot.com. As the Rainbow Mother, you must offer the law of love to all the Rainbow children of the universe. You stand upon the red road, feeling all what others kids feel, as reverberate all their rainbow colors. This click click click rotates through the rainbow colors until it matches those who you are standing near. This heals them, when missing colors are needed, but also creates impurities to build up inside of your holy temple or your own rainbow colors. And this is why you must bless constantly to keep your sanity.  Remember to use your feelings as a guide to know what others are feeling, not what you are feeling. Their feelings, will help you guide the children down the road, towards unity or the law of love, demanding the blessings, in your sacred space.  Until you do this, happiness does not find your heart.  Rainbow Mothers around the world, are feeling the aftermath of all the children birthing this last few months.  We must understand, as babies, they need be taught to use their hearts and to start with, "I feel" to share their stories. Each child needs validation, thus acknowledgement of their dreams to be fulfilled. White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings to share the bounty of a heart that is full, to share it's wisdom with the world and to gain relatives in the winds again. Welcome home into our hearts! To understand more about rainbow colors please visit http://crystal-indigo-children.blogspot.com and enter color into the search box. If it does not show up, then please ask on the hoops http://www.iamasundance.info/hoops. Thank you and I bless you nine sacred directions. Aho, to the k/new!


Birth Name Gifted by Parents:  
Candace LaWren Evans
Interpretation by White Buffalo Calf Woman

Candace is "clarity, whiteness". Nubian word meaning "Queen Mother" or the "light of the children, referred to as the Rainbow Mother" (red robe), fire-white or star or all children, the complete circle of life (white overlay). This is baby love, pure of heart.

Evan: "God is gracious; born of yew; youth". Yew: numerous evergreen trees or shrubs having red cup-shaped berries and flattened needle like leaves.  Evergreen is the spiritual embrace we all follow, with red completing the law of love on the red road, the earthly paradise. Cup shaped, means we can fill up and drink from God's spiritual essence on the blue road of heaven, through our song we feel in our hearts. Needles are used to bind and sew things together, to bring unity to those who are separated. Evan and Lauren both have red berries and evergreen, the spiritual embrace of the soul's blossoming.

(La; the) Wren: Bird name: a small brown songbird. Ryen is "king". If we sing, we are on the blue road of heaven. Here we trust our heart.  When we can trust self, we are the "King" of brotherhood or Ahau/Aho, the spirit that flies free. This is an evolutionary crown, when our head increase in height, the golden cosmic father. This speaks of the Golden Era of brotherhood and evolution.  Golden color represents the dream, but you carry yellow overlay thus you are the dreamer.  Yellow Chief says, "I accept this challenge", as yellow child and yellow overlays tend to take the uncomfortable step towards the one who is in need. This is a sign of a true warrior who really cares for the relative.  The true "King" of heaven is the crystal child, eldest sun. This is the golden septar that gifts to us, righteousness upon earth, through heavenly measures and tools, that manifest spiritual wisdom, the holy ghost lives within us, through the vastness of forever over rolling hills in time, we do feel these winds blow.

LaWren (Lauren) is a variant of Lawrence (Latin), and the meaning of Lauren is "from Laurentum". Lauren is "the bay, or laurel plant". Lawrence is "from Laurentum". Laurentum was a city south of Rome known for its laurel trees.

Laurentum (Names: Bay Laurel, Bay Tree, Roman Laurel, Sweet Bay, Bay leaves come from the evergreen Laurel tree.) means victory and accomplishment; "baccus laureus" or four year education (primary furthering), thus one can be a guardian of the house and home as well as a protector from the evil influences, of thunder (anger), lightning (arrow) and fire (lesson). Thus, one is protected from evil witches (bad medicine, not using love).  It was said, that fire was created by striking a pomegranate against this tree.  Fire is red, pomegranate is red, twin red is the flames of purification, inner and outer radiance.  This offers one Great protective powers.  It is also said, that this plant offers clarity of divination and prophesy.

Laurus (nobilisk, family Lauraceae) means praise and nobilis (noble), famous or notable, symbolized in the triumph of Humanity through Christal/Crystal stone river.  The crystal child is the Sun of Man, the eldest sun in the House of God's Oneness.  Devotion to the Sun (a light from within), the god within (soul), the greatness without sin, offers love and memory for Daughter of the River, the heavenly blue. Here there is knowing of Glory and Fame.  Our hearts blossom and our spirits fly free, when achievement is known (self respect, taking one's place in the tribe or community).  Often braided crown wreaths of Laurel's evergreen, were placed on triumphant soldiers, poets laureate and Mt. Olympic champions. For they gifted honor in perseverance to overcome obstacles and emerge a winner, showing ability to sustain odds.  This high ambition motivates a person to reach outwards and upwards in life.

The Laurel flower does also indicate a perfidious (hidden, unseen) behavior as well as deception and treachery.  These forms are often misunderstood of heavenly traits, which are unseen and ignorance of others who do not understand heart knowledge, the music that lives in the winds.  Those with access to this wisdom is knowledgeable of the deep dark heavenly blue.  And like a fox, wily and formidable.

As love entwines the twin flames, two lovers pluck a twig in half to represent love that lasts forever, both retaining the heart of the other. A twig is a wolf or a warrior who is willing to fight for love. This offers one persistent and glowing red berries, grown on the laurel plants, to represent the law of love and the binding of the eternal circle of life.  With the eternal flames ignited, one can know a happy presence and spewing gold dust from inside the heart, to extend to the animal kingdom upon Mother Earth.

   LAUREL



Human emotions always ebb and flow in a seesaw pattern – sometimes we are ecstatically happy, and sometimes we are drooping like withered blossoms. Well, most other times, life’s a pale shade of grey – more of sniffles than sobs or smiles. And one of the best ways to cheer up a gloomy mood, or a depressing situation is to surround oneself with beauty-fresh, natural beauty.

The laurel is one of the easiest, and most tolerant evergreen shrubs, which will brighten any dim dark corner of your room by its happy presence. The spotted laurel, alias the ‘Gold dust’ is scientifically termed ‘Aucuba japonica’ – and this is a female plant, unlike some other varieties of laurel. If a male plant is nearby such as ‘Lance Leaf’ or ‘Crassifolia’ often the small spring flowers of the Gold dust – flowers of a reddish – purple tinge, will transform into persistent and glowing red berries. The laurel has a great number of forms –the ground laurel is a symbol of perseverance, the ability to sustain odds, overcome obstacles, and emerge a winner. 
http://www.arenaflowers.com/facts/flowers/flower_meanings/laurels_flowers

note: As the bay tree, the true laurel of the Ancients is scarce in England, substitutions such as the common cherry laurel, the Portugal laurel, the Aucubaand others are often used. 

On Tue, Jun 21, 2011 at 12:25 AM, Candie wrote:

Hello White Buffalo Calf Woman,
Please find my prayer gift for admittance into the Hoop of Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy below.

Thank you.
Blessings to you, myself and ALL.....
Candie

Beloved Rainbow Warriors of Oneness...
My heart flies to you and bows before the holiness which radiates from your Light within. The colors of the rainbow swirl and curl, bending and playing, moving with the blessed and sacred nine directions (I bless you): To the east and to the west.To the north and to the south. To the up and to the down. To the in and the out. To the sacred all around. To the heartbeat and the breath. To ALL. My  gaze slowly falls solely upon the ALL of you when Golden Crystal Light breaks forth, uniting us for ALL time within the sacred Divine so sublime moving through ALL space and time forever standing upon Holy ground where our hearts unite to spread the gifts of Golden Light to ALL who have the sight to change their plight in the blink of an eye through the purifying fires where spirits rise up on the wings of the Phoenix soaring into the oncoming waves of change to bring forth Divine's perfection wherein our hearts call Home.


On Sun, Jun 19, 2011 at 11:39 PM, Candie; wrote:

Blessings beautiful and sacred soul.....

I came across your website and blog today in the search of the TRUTH of this existence for me....the colors, the spiritual name, the ancient image. TRULY who AM I in this existing within and without?

I want to tell you that I love you as tears start to form at the corners of my eyes. Your wisdom... you words...your spirit....your beauty humble me for which I am grateful. I bow to you in sacred honor and love as ONE. My heart would be honored to have you gift me with the rainbow colors which surround me in this existing, the spiritual name, the ancient image, the four sacred directions and anything else you feel to bring into the NOW for me to see and absorb to more fully BE that which I came to BE.

If you could also guide me as to how I might reciprocate this exchange of heart and energies, I would be most gracious to participate in some way in the 'Great Give Away'! This beautiful idea caresses my heart and brings much joy to my spirit.

Given to me at birth, my name is Candace LaWren Evans. Thank you....





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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!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Katarina Teaches Us to Find Miracles as We Walk With a Heart to Bee a Star!


I come to you, to share the blue (the heart between you and me, on the winds of time, our beloved seas).  It's where my heart does sing.  I think I know where everything, does bring a heart of spring (dawning of evolution).  But others don't find me there, because they are all off looking to stare at emptiness, not full of kiss, because they simply don't care. 

How do I come to greet my heart, if you don't let me out to spark? I need you sow, to plant and grow, the heart of you and me.  Let's find a whispering tree (hear the breeze).  And days go by, and I wonder why.  what do we have to bloom?  I think God is here inside my heart, oh why oh why can't I try.  I need to learn and simply hide (soul that shines), to rise again, to bring the spring, the heart of pure in the hide (clan, tribe, oneness of God). 

If I walk towards you, do I seek a favorite view?  I want you to know, it's part of your glow, the shining light from within.  I say, God oh God, let me in.  It's time for you and me, to shine in the breeze, but you don't look or even cook (purify with fire), the soul that need set free.  It's time for you and me.

Thank the halls of consciousness, that's where my heart does sit. I think you do, know what I mean, when you go sailing in the breeze. My God, let's open the heart and sing.  I need to let it out and bring it home to free.

There we wander to and fro (over the horizon, to heaven and back).  Looking at what we do know, if only we could open up, the heart that is true, the heart that is new.  We are the song of heaven, in it's bloom.  God hold me close, so I can zoom.  Fly with me, in outer space, when you know the portal's grace (freedom with the soul).  Open up your heart to sing, let us out and bring, the soul of everything.

We can walk on moons and stars, if we believe, we can go far.  Don't you seek in miracles?  I know we are part of this favorite hill (waves of rainbow colors).  God is worship every day.  God knows, what we do and say.  It's time for us, to resolve this host, the ghost (soul's spirit within), that needs to breathe (merkaba, vehicle of flight), come and fly with me!

We can find paradise, in the heart that lies, not twice, but where we shine in miracles, God does know all is heard.  I think we do need some nice spice, to lean upon and look real nice, because it's here, where we are filled, with magic in the air. Oh God it smells so real (the nose, represents the knows, over the rainbow bridge between realms). 

And now we travel over to and fro.  We look into the heart that never knows, but if we share the hearts delight, then tears will open up the night. Gift a heart of those in need.  Gather in the heart that bleeds.  Find a way to open souls, to lift them up to glow.  It's time for us to grow.

I leave you with this solemn kiss.  And my heart it's never miss, the target that I intend to throw, towards your heart to grow (the sacred blessings).  I know love always fertilizes the snow (crystalline stone river). There we flow.  There we go.  There is a heart that knows.  Plant your seeds. Watch them grow, fertilize and blow, the may seeds of God.  the Rainbow clouds that impart, the soul which flies towards you, the most exciting view (walking towards your heart, I receive your love).  Sun be dancing in the wind.  Let us all just start, begin.  I will hold your hand this day, just look into my heart and pray.  I will always try my way (reach into heaven and pull you down a star, sow you may glow). 
 

Katarina means pure. She is born April 27, 1978, twins with Barbara, to our beloved VeroniKa Holy Spirit, elder whitey person, Grandfather Light. Her rainbow colors are golden, green, sable-yellow brown, gray. Katarina is the Golden Child and Cosmic Father, who brings brotherhood to all. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle, your Father Red Hand, elder lavender person, wicasa wakan or Holy Man.

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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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