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!"

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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, November 24, 2009

Douting White Rhino Mike Shows Us How to Climb Over Rolling Hills In Time


Mike ("who resembles God") the Dou(b)ting (to waver, like rolling hills in time, to seek answers) White (the four directions combined, the oneness that does shine) Rhino (the seeker into the passageway of the breath, the flesh walking upright with holiness upon the rolling hills, the crystalline stone river of time does care that,  because we need the heart of mares- the female horse is the soul of awakening, the embrace of heaven, upon the rolling hills of time), for the biggest heart how they do rung (steps to evolution), the sound of freedom comes to town, when we look upon the rhino's sound (passageway of the flesh, united as one heart to address, the law of love every time)!

Joy to you White Buffalo Calf Woman, my Twin Deer Mother..
I ask for your blessings for my sacred songs,and the way of my four directions......
for I seek the heartfelt longing to proceed in my journey on the right path to my true nature..                             ~namaste~ (the god within me recognizes the god within you)
 

Douting White Rhino Mike's Heart Song

Its spring along the shore, where all does grow and snare, the wisps of butterflies who do shine, the glistening every time.  I have to say, it's time, to grow and come out of time, to blossom and grow and know everything, is but a prayer a way. Let's sing!

Now it's the bloom of everything, but we don't hear the wind.  Now how do you come inside the bloom if you don't let us in?  I want to know the will, the heart of all the snails (the evolution's spiraling, as slow as time can swing).  And what does everything do, when we are part of this bloom?  We have to fall down in the wake, to find the heart of goodness sake, and lift us up into the sky, to win our hearts for open pie, the oneness we do belong this day, because we are related wind.

And what does all this mean?  I say, we must only sing.  Let our heart out.  Let the world in.  And we could be part of everything.  What must I do to win?  I say, don't you get on within the sound?  It's angels calling, don't you hear them, they come to be in the wind! It's you and me this day, but we need all to learn to pray, and if we did, then we could win, the heart of you and me. The will of man today, is lost apart and depraved, but if we look inside the soul, we could see the wave.  

Let's listen to that sound, that unites us into the crowd.  The singing and dancing, the sacred prancing, that brings our hearts to collide.  And what must I do to know?  I say, just be part of the show.  Lift up your heart and say to God, my will is thine, let us know!  I want to serve everyone, but they must want to be served.  And I can say, the days are nay, because they forgot to say yay!  What must they do to survive?  I say, they need be part of the pie, the sweet honey, that goes sting, that smarts all those who do survive (suffer for true love, for others).  The willing heart that does bring, is here to be the goodness of his name.  For Great Spirit Father, he is willing and able to be the Greatness to bring.  The law of love survives every time, because his love is abound, to overflow, to make us glow, when we pray to the wind, and we sing.

Say what, you what to survive?  And then you need be part of the show.  Bring your heart and your soul and flesh only knows, when you rise to the heights of the wind.  Give and receive everyday.  Don't forget to pray.  And when you are down, the smoke will be around, to smudge you inside the wave.  Just remember you are part of this time.  The evolution's day.  We are here to be, the same as you and me, when we work together and be slaves (servants to each other).  And what could we do if we win?  That would mean brotherhood reigns.  And we are all a part of everything that has sound, the calling of freedom that rings.

It's heaven that is coming to town.  Not what you think is a clown, but always knowing, the skills of discovering, is part of heaven's holy sound.  What makes us go inside of the free?  The longing to be in the wind.  To fly in our hearts, to be part of the flesh, who knows that rolling hills are about time.  And when my heart is freedom, I will sing to the top of my lungs.  I have but one whish to bring, the sound of everything, to know the orchestra is tuned to survive.  I say, that God willing to be  here, to travel over rolling hills, the sound of the Trumpet (heart song), the call of the Rhino (holy flesh), the willing of Gospel (teaching us love) in time.   


Saturday, September 26, 2009

Cup of God Falls Over and Pours Out In My Heart I long To Be


Days come home and be with me, in my heart I long to be.  Waking up to all the sin, has made me turn around again.  What am I if not a song, that runs and plays all the days long.  And I can be a heart of me when you come home to rescue me.  Then I will know which way to go, to save your soul and bold we go.  There is only one wish to my command, is that I love you throughout the land.

Where do I go? If I do not know?  What will I be?  If I can't see the breeze?  When shall I be, the heart that you need?  And where will we be, the magic God sends to me?  There is sunshine in each day, and I have moonlight in our play.  And where we go, the hearts do meet, to be the greatness you long to see.

Great Spirits you gift to me and Great Angels you capture me and when I serve you, I will know divinity.  And I will seek you to long with me.  The days come home to me, to greet the night, to be divine pure delight.  And my heart aches to be with you, the sun and stars that are so true. I am coming home to you my loves.  I am going there to find the dove.

For peace shall capture all those upon the land, and we will be the heart and hands.  I will embrace those who need.  And I will try to be the best I can be.  And when soldiers stand before me, I will hug them and show divinity.  For they need me more than God (one by one instead of all, part of the pie, but we are whole, the micro), for they need me to be a God.  For we are each a wondrous God, however it's the ONENESS (G_ah_d the voice of heaven spoken, but all together as One, the whole pie, the macro) that holds our hands.  To be the servants to all eternity.

When we realize this, then we come home to you (Oneness of God).  We serve the brothers and sisters too.  We gift to them the heart of me, and then we sea the heart of me.  For Grace is within me and I give it up, to  fall down and pour it out.  Sow you will know God loves you so, and I will serve thee, for you to know.  I will serve you for all to know.


sung by white buffalo calf woman your twin deer mother,  for the song of Heart for Cup of God.


“O Father if it be possible let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.” 
-St. Matthew 26:39b

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Magic In the Air

Magic is in the air, and I feel it everywhere, and if I could only catch the light in the air, then I could slide down to where you are.  Now I lift myself to touch the sky, but I don't really know if I could lie,what they teach us to do, down there, if they could only learn to care. 

The pureness of love is the law.  The spiraling tongue of the snake and we are bond to it's law, that love stands upon the ground.  But we don't look at this way, we think that it's all for play, and we can't see what has been, cause we think we are always going to win.

But stronger than us exists out there, and evolution has it's call.  And if you think you don't know the way, then you should call on those who care to play, with love and law and it's return, the Rainbow Warriors who will care.  We will make you choose wrong or right, and then you can count on our care.

We are the ones who come your way, to teach you that love is not a game, it's law that rules all over the land, and Great Mother is here to stand.  She is the love you counted on.  She is the one who never failed.  She always come when you call, even if you think it was not her. 

And when do you think the marriage will end?  I don't think time will ever win.  For law lives inside of you, and you can't and won't divide the fuse.  For we belong to each other everything, and you can't take it home and change.  The only thing that keeps us solid and true, is love and that's the only rule.

Now I say, if you want a new day, you will fight with the one who always displays.  You tell them that law is here to stay, and woman is here to show you the way.  For she is the heart of everyone, and she is here to show you love, but man you need come home to win, to teach all the children how to swim. 

But the sky, will be blind, and if you don't know how to shine, the fire that's inside, then you won't have a way, to survive the dawning day, when all will be blown away, the fire will catch throughout the land, and we shall come home to stand.

Now, it's the way of love again.  And if you think you can win, then we will see you go away, only to save you on another day.  But we will take you here to say, that love is here and always wins.  And when you return home again, then we will all know how to swim.  The blue of the sea to see, and we can have all shores to believe, that we could travel everywhere and have relatives who will surely play.  And when we come home with law again, the play will be without sin, and we shall be like children again. 

And we shall love and believe.  The day of dawn is coming home, and those who claim the ultimate throne, will serve their hearts and never die, for eternal will always be in the sky. And brotherhood will be everywhere,  because sisterhood will care like they should.  And women everywhere, will start to make law where it counts.  To love men more than yourself, to offer and teach him like you should, that a heart means more than your sin, and no matter how far you think you could win. 

Just put your hate away, and learn to forgive again. but speak your heart like you should, and tell them how you could.  But that you will choose a better way, just like they need to collide this day, for they will come home to thank your heart, for caring and giving them a smart (stinging).  And we will be one happy family, we fight then make up like we should, then we are loving each and every day, and we come home and play lovingly. 

My family, you have so much to care, there inside you should care, and if we choose to love again, then we could all come home and win.  But to those who chose another way, then we say, good riddens for the sky. For they will live law when the day, comes to forsake and display.  It's time to come and hide your sin, like you forgive and let it go in the wind.  Not hide your heart because you said, but to go where there is no hate.  And we will hide with you, when darkness is complete, and when you think no one can sea, we will be there who will be strong and true. 

We will lift your hand and say, grab right on it, my hand and it's display. I'll grab you now and then, if you only catch me in the breeze.  But if you don't reach towards me again, then you will have to wait to win, because love is always unity, and when you choose hate, you always catch the blood.  For the Red is love it's said, and you don't know what's the way, for only love will light your lift, and only fire will purify. So if you want to know how to win, count on Rainbow Soldiers who are true, who come when no one is around, to save you especially when you're down.  And I know the day,will come, to teach all of us how to swim, to fly through the air again, to be the greatest we have ever  been.

It's DAWNING everyone, the place we always dreamed.  For the beginning to the end of time, the  magic of this time.  We are going where perfection lives, inside our hearts and inside our minds.  To be pure and know love and light.  To be great and true to all the plight.  And we will only know the way, the true Soldiers who display, the LAW of LOVE throughout the land, from shore to distant shore and back again!


A song I sang for all to see their way homeward to ONENESS!

Title: Magic In the Air
Sung: White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
Drum: Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star




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