There Is A Cloud In the Sky and It Is a Sun

Grandfather (15) Star child, Christopher Hagen Sacred Song Blessing

There Is A Cloud In the Sky and It Is a Sun

There is a cloud in the sky. I can feel the withering cry. Feel the flow where angels go, my heart pounds with sighs. Tend the fields where heaven turns a wheel. Take a leap, a faith upon the gate. Show me true the path I need in you. Show me true the place of the avenue. There I reach inside the heart deep, I find my spirit growing true. I just want to know what to do.

So there I fly with my spiritual eyes. And I reach for the place of the governing course. Where do men lie in this seed, coming home from the cosmic breed. We are men you and me, across the fields eternally.

And when the winds blow by my side, I will ride those clouds today. I will send my heart rays out into the sky. We will find a way I believe, such a tender heart we do grieve. It is time to soar, bring in the spiritual sword and defeat the enemy. Yet I want it more, they come home to adore. Yes I want more, come through the gate of the store house where we are men. Sharing again. We are men sharing again. We are men  sharing again, family in the seas, that is what I dream.

Clouds blow by my side I can feel it tearing cry, yet i blow the wings upon this green, the pastures of my life. I cry. All the people take me home. There I want to climb the highest mountain. I will share my heart with everyone and we will become the true once more. Fly with the clouds I adore.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings from the heart of the rings, where our Grandfather Christopher Hagen flows. He is bringing in rainbow's glow, where brotherhood does march. We can feel the starch. Standing tall with our enemies (bringing them home from the seas, their bad dreams).

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star beats the drum that has traveled far, in the distance and in the breeze, Grandfather Christopher Hagen knows the seas. Let us rise up to the daze and find a place to impregnate with a holy true tears of love, that is the commandment of all the doves. We will fight for peace once again. We will fight for love with all our friends. We will find a way to hypnotize all those eyes.

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Grandfather Christopher Hagen is a white star child, numerical vibrancy is 15 (1 of 4 colors/frequencies). This is part of the sacred buffalo robe in four directions. We all wear colors of the rainbow, aligned in harmonic bands like strings of lights. Colors are seen and unseen frequencies that reveal our purpose, power and wonderment.

You my beloved Grandfather Christopher Hagen happens to be the white star child (15). This is how you came to me in a good way, as many do not have this natural ability, but Grandfather does. Many Lakota sacred songs, praise Grandfather (Tunkasila), the star that guides us home. This is where the red road of fire (light waves) and blue road of water (sound waves) cross to make a brilliant star (knowing where you are, a humble arc/ark stone/spar and navigation). Few talk about the heavenly blue road, but the children of heaven, as you and I (crystal child) are (there are many more) are learning to take our place within society to help those physically younger than us, which may be spiritually older, yet not walking the good way. We must show others how to become wiser in action and deeds, to succeed. It is time now for us to wind and blow our sails to brotherhood once more. The story of the BEAR speaks of the power of Grandfather.

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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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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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Where I Move My Feet, I Greet

Hear the footsteps to the world. Rushing by to help us fill the dynasty to which is willed, the horns (embracing) of God, the place fulfilled. Take hold to justice, to where I step. To greet the heart and there I lept to meet the soul that need me sow, to bridge a gap for us to grow. There is a mighty wind that blows, to capture all of our sacred toes. It's where we step now, to where the winds flow, to grab some shelter, for heaven blows.


There in the wind swept place I keep. My soul is lurching*(rolling rock, one who bows/arches like the rainbow and leading from the end of the circle thus looking ahead, as a perfect crystalline soul would do) out to leap, into the next moving cart (crystal stone center, the cube, join together as Grandmother imbues the crystalline stone river, the great dreaming journey, mystical magical mystery tour), the place upon the train (grandmother's train dragging and pulling), the trail imparts. I know I must look out for the world. I join the hands of all the buffalo (four sacred directions) herd/heard (the wind stands). And I know it's time for us to fulfill, the cream of glory that is really reel.  Come step your footsteps, along the shore. Face your mighty breeze and start to adore. Heaven come into my heart this very day, because I want to know how to bow and praise.


There is a sunshine inside my heart. I want to leap out and be an arch. I am the glory of a rainbow tree. I have my duty set inside of me.  That's where I step to the beat of my heart. That's the place I hold my royal arch. And there my soul does wind and blow, to show the world my voice does know. Each rainbow color has much to share. Each color has much to dare, the four faces of heaven's crown, come join me and let us abound. 


I step to the heartbeat of my relative near. I hold their hearts inside all this fear. And when I bless the winds that blow, my soul will linger to help and sow.  Can we be brothers and sisters too? Can we be mighty as the true and blue?  Can we forever gift our hearts? I know it's the place I hold my arch.  Gift to the footsteps I adore, the place I wander inside your floor. Inside your colors, that's my trail. Inside of you, the mighty whale (when you tear, wail). I know you need me. I need you. I know you see me. I sea you too. I know it's time for all the children to bloom. I share my heart, my voice in the winds s(w)oooooooooooooooooooon.


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums


*abrupt rolling or pitching suddenly, prowling, rock, on the look out, lorche/laroche is derived from the Old French word roche, meaning rock, then lurching means a "rolling rock" (rock and roll), lorch/l'archer means bowman or archer, as a perfect crystalline soul like the indigo child, and thus the archer "la archer" is the one who bows like the rainbow, Larcher, Lercher, Lurcher, Larchier, lourche a 16th century French dice game, with lourche meaning also to be far behind, thus leading from the end of the circle thus looking ahead, as a perfect crystalline soul would. 


 ‘they changed their glory into the similitude of an ox that eateth grass’ (Ps. 106:20)

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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!

Grace Holds Us to the Hoops, Where Love Blossoms and Grows!

Greetings Grace,

Please send directly to hoop 4 with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy at "Hoop 4" . This way, you will be part of the hoops, sharing your heart with us. Thank you.  It's a learning curve around the hoops. We are pleased to hold you in our hearts.

What a nice song (below) you share this night. I too sang your song, the sacred song blessings of your heart's desire. My love, you surely can eliminate their mire (true healing). Blessings fall upon all who shout, but not merely when we are stout, but when we struggling to do our part. And as angels sing the mercies call, the waking of the fat (abundance) does fall, down from heaven to seek the heart of gold, my love, you are so bold.

You say, "Question . . . what of the rest of the people on this earth? When does respect and worship become larceny? Is there a difference: group mind/soul  and individuality/single incarnate? Why do some gather in remembrance while others' memory fades?  What of ancestry, of ancient times? . . . . . what of tomorrow?  And frankly, what is the point?  My name, I think, is 'Spitting in The Wind'." 

My love, who spits in the wind, is feeling hardships again. For those who you speak do not return your love, not understanding all you give up. And thus, you share the despise of men (golden child exchanges), for they do not know of forgiveness in the winds.  Your great name is fabulous for sure, not "spitting (voice clings) in the wind", but "golden light of grandeur".  And for the rest of those who are unwilling to bow, they will return, another day told. It's prophecy and those who are hear/here, will know the call to return to the Great Hall, where God is Oneness after all. 

We each share an individual task to meet and greet the path ahead. But also, we are part of man, where evolution takes it's stand. We enter the third rolling hill in time and those who do not undertake the sublime, will simply be cleansed for another time.  But those who are left standing and holding the gifts of God, will be those who knew how to be proud, with bows of love, billowing like clouds.  

Yesterday, morrows have a place you see, but the journey of life is here (hear me roar, the story told), now if you please. Yet understanding evolution's call will help you understand the great call. 1st rolling hill in time, we learned to take care of all of God's rungs, to survive and to unite, the flowers the seas, the clouds of shining dust, to bring mortals (caretakers of the earth) to immortal dust (aliens in the sky). 2nd rolling hill did bring it's unity, to learn to collide as light subsides (separation of soul and flesh, learning about the sacred light or rainbow colors and knights). 3rd rolling hill in time, did hold our hearts to shine, rainbow colors dare to blind (soul and flesh harmonize or run side by side).  This is the state we become satisfied, the fabled unity of the light, rainbow colors live in delight.  2013, we enter this state, those who are not bowing, will turn to dust, but those who are left, shall unite, to become the seeds of tomorrow that shine. Heaven and Earth are our claiming prize. 

4th rolling hill in time (next millenium), bring us to the cosmic shine (cosmic father, often referred to as space alien who travels to distant stars), when two suns rise over head and children need to be bred.  Thus the cosmic dust, will fly upon the open space, to return to the divine of the earth, where paradise is the girth. 

For those who have discontented hearts, we share it's tears and rivers of hail (pleading with God versus, allowing God to bee or dream), but we know now, those who return, exchange real love, are those we turn (towards).  We of the blue (of heavenly seas), the heart of heaven's seas, know it's all part of destiny, to know joy and bliss, to kiss the sacred winds, to have knowledge of eternal again. It's all worth it, for love is the highest call, the seeking of the magical halls.  

Your rainbow colors are golden (cosmic father, dream), blue (relative), green (spiritual leader, embrace of the river of Oneness), gray (grandmother dream space we all share of earth). Golden cleanses heavenly inner space. In other words, you exchange their impure for your pure.  Thus, you need to do your fire blessings to endure, to cleanse your own house of winds (four rainbow colors are the walls of your holy temple, that houses the eternal soul that flows and the winds of rainbow colors, including all mire). Recommend 8 fire blessings in the day, read "Holy Week Day" http://birthingofhope.blogspot.com to cleanse your buffalo home (holy temple of rainbow colors). With this, you will find yourself in the breeze, the happiness will find it's release.

your devoted servant, 

White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother

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On Sat, Jul 16, 2011 at 8:06 PM, Golden Grace wrote: 

(Note: White Buffalo Calf Woman interprets in parenthesis below) 

I bless the 9 directions and I bless the rainbow warriors of prophecy.

Dear White Buffalo Calf Woman of the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy:

The mirror reflects the inside out or outside in.  What separates "Beauty" rests simply in the eye of the beholder. When time ceases we know our name, the one of the many aspects. "Here Now" What creates the who. Doorway of meaning the window shines light beings submerged in carbon based "Memory". We dance in the realms of deepening gold (hues of rainbow colors traveling inside their dreams), lavender blue (sacred relative).  Throat opens to express the green emerald of the heart (spirit is lead home to tread). Yellow light of the sun turns to orange hue below (descending soul, plants the seeds of love). Red is the root of the tree (red road where the law of love lives).  Swirling platinum rays (silver mirror to the flesh or rainbow colors) we sit adrift within the sea of humanity.

Question . . . what of the rest of the people on this earth? When does respect and worship become larceny? Is there a difference: group mind/soul  and individuality/single incarnate? Why do some gather in remembrance while others' memory fades?  What of ancestry, of ancient times? . . . . . what of tomorrow?  And frankly, what is the point?  My name, I think, is 'Spitting in The Wind'. 

With much ado (adieu or I commend you "to God") I bid to you a heart-felt Thank you.  

With Respect and Curiosity, I thank you for your time and patience with the likes of one such as I.

Namaste - ecarG Grace

On Tue, Jul 12, 2011, White Buffalo Calf Woman wrote:

Aho Grace,
Thanks for your inquiry.  You are asking for a sacred song blessings and your rainbow colors. I will get to it as soon as possible.

Heavenly Name (Great Mission and Tools of Color to achieve your mission) is given to Hoop 2 members. This means, you got to start in Hoop 4, the blue road, the talk. And then Hoop 3, the red road, the walk. Then 21 days of fire blessings, to get into hoop 2, walking talking, the great spirit comes to stand there, you are aware.

We need help with doctors and nurses.  I am always looking for help in the health field. But we start with your heart, bowing like the rainbow, by sharing our stories, in hoop 4.

You have requested to join the indigo crystal children adult group. Now all are open to join us here, but truly it's a stepping stone group and I don't have too much going to this group.

If you want to join us on the HOOPs, with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, please send me a prayer for Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy. You can look at this page for ideas http://www.iamasundance.info/prayer. This should guide you.

I would rather sea you on the hoops with us, versus on a stepping stone group, which are those who cannot bow to love or know of prayer. You are a devoted servant, as most nurses are.  We look forwards to your prayer.  I will get back to you as soon as I can. Send me another email if you need too, but if you are in the hoops, you will be with us.  Looking for you!

love and blessings
your devoted servant,
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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!

Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar Sings "Eternal Kiss" for his Wife, Holiness Morning Gift

This is a Love Song From Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar (violet person, gate keeper into paradise) for his wife Holiness Morning Gift (Giver and lavender person, the gate into paradise).  His heart swelled, with the inspiration of true love at child birth, when concern for the woman, who gives her life, out weigh the birth of the child. Buffalo Magic's heart blossoms forth to express his profound love for her, in all she does for the world around relatives, even in the giving of her life.

Sacred Song Blessings, the eternal kiss of love, does raise the question of what is pure bliss, it's a show that brings us home, to the heart after we roam, the place where we are embraced and given love, the heart that fits like a glove, always safe and secure, the "eternal kiss".

She is the love of my life, she grows inside the heart of strife, and when I show the world of love, I come to grow, the heart of know.  she is the morning star that gives you lift.  she is the breath of life, that gifts the lift, to the stars, in the night, my love will always die for you twice.

She is the morning dove that catches me. I come to sail across the breeze. I know of love, that grows and grows, because she brings the heart of the solemn doe (spiritual journey of our lives), the deer that longs to find the loving know.

She is the life of pure bliss. I take my heart and gift her a kiss. And I know I shall always be with her, for she is longing to be all the tears.  She is the heart of the world.  She gifts me love, without any tears.  And I'm going to the place that runs free, over mountains and beloved seas.

She is my Woman I do adore.  I am the gifted who does her chores.  And my blessings in all my life, it's a wonder God gave me this strife.  I'm a servant, who understands, that the holy light of God does command.  And I'll be with her until the end, for she is love and given sent.

I am the womb of her soul.  I gift my love for her to adore.  And when it's smoking outside my heart. I remember she can rescue us apart (the power of love that can weave and unite broken hearts).  It's divine, the soul of mine, who is walking along the stars.  She is happiness pure bliss.  And I'm devoted to her kiss.  And my heart it does know.  All the loyal rescuing show.  She sends her love to my heart, and I worship all the parts (of the sacred rainbow glow).  It's divine.  It's God's love.  She is mine, and I am hers. I give my life, to offer her, the kiss of love, that always endures.

Come walk with me.  Over the rolling seas.  I will be with her, till the end of eternity.  I am the soul, that walks and talks.  I am the soul, that breathes the heart.  I will be gifted, the morning star, because she lives in my heart.  I am the servant divine.  I will always walk home with the blind.  Because it's love that rolls this (time) way, I'm devoted too all the days.

Come home to me.  Fly free.  Know that love grows inside of me.  I will always endure with her, she's my love, my life, my seas.  It's the holy star of eternity.  It's the bloodshed we are free (red road, the path of the fire's purification of the flesh).  And it's going to be a better day, because I learned how to pray...


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman on the behalf of Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, for the heart of Holiness Morning Gift, the eternal kiss of love, our Holiness (lavender person).

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I Bless Me, I Bless the World, I Bless You, Welcome Into My Heart

Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, he is the mighty that will keep score. Don't you belittle the children in here (lambs and wolves), for heaven will show you so much fear. Just be cool as a cucumber and you will sea (vision with a heart), the glory that lives inside of thee. It's Buffalo Magic, a Violet Call (pressure of the world, like a seed to bust forth), the voice of Angels, all about to Fall (bow like the rainbow). Mighty is he who walks into hearts. Buffalo Magic will Rumble your part. And when you are done, you will feel at peace, because you have One (rainbow warrior of prophecy), who could roar for thee! Email buffalomagicrumbleroar@gmail.com to hear your score, complain and feel someone is listening to thee, because this voice will carry for thee, the power needed, to greet all free. Welcome Home...and Dream. Let me walk with thee!  I will be your mountain, I will be your voice.  I will be a sun dance. I will shine forth. I will bless the holy stores of eternity. I will say the words, that you forgot to shout. I will allow all hearts.  Welcome Home....and Dream.

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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!

Blossoming Petals Teaches "I Am" and Holiness David Teaches "We Are"

A Song for your soul Blossoming Petals. Holiness David beats the sacred drum for you.

There comes a time when all is lost, but we don't sink away.  We learn to dance and sing again, to find a brand new day.  The coming of the host has come, when Great Spirits find their way, into our hearts we sing the song, the lullabies who sweep (cleanse) us away.

The dawning of the purification is coming into my heart.  I long to bee the heart set free, to show the world how I feel.  And I know the time is coming.  I know the sweeping of the winds, will release our souls for eternal, to find the soil that grows.

Come join my hand, and we'll make a stand, to find a world that needs love.  We offer them a place to swim, the soul in the sea of love.  Can you feel the breaking waves so real.  Can you sea, the shore of all this disease?  But we know LOVE will defeat the ache of those who need love to feel.  I know there is a calling, out to me.  I feel the sky rumbling free.  And the lightning comes, to unite our hearts, to say, we can't bee separated to be free.  WE long to be "me".

"I am", the song.  "I am", the magic of a heart. "I am", the breaking waves of eternity, the sky that sets us all free.  Come and sea the smoke arise, the pipe does speak of the soul and the flesh unite.  I know it's time to feel our rights, as soon as we find our hearts.  The soul with magic sparks.

There my children I do believe.  There is harmony within this disease. Come take my hand and feel the stand, where all does make a loving hand.  Reach into heaven and pull down a star, and realize, that's who you are.  I am here to lead you inside of yourself, just know my love will hold you tight.  I will be the thunder and it's might.


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle.  The song and the drum did conflict.  This I only heard once before, from the One who meets the Bear.  He speaks of the story of love. Inside two inharmonious beats, we must stand to unite broken hearts.  And it's the yellow overlay, who says, "I will accept this challenge" as Yellow Chief says.  Remember, we fight for love, and it's hard work within all the conflict of today.  Holiness David continues to beat for her heart.  And he needs to sing to her, to alleviate her pain. Here the beat Harmonizes with her heart, and all is a perfect harmonious parts.

There my child, I have come to you.  I know you are in pain with a view.  You need me, I've come to save and rescue you.  My heart does have a view.  There you sea, it's only the breeze.  There you sea, my heart finds your needs.  There I am, to make a stand, to fight with you, in the heart of this land.  WE are going home, to paradise we do roam (over rolling hills).

My children, come to sea (crying) the tears that are shed for me (beloved) the sky that let's the tears cleanse our hearts.  Let is start.  It's time to be set free.  It's time to be rescued like me.  When a woman (White Buffalo Calf Woman, my wife) came to my heart and set me free, and now it's me (my soul).

The days, I long to run, free over the rolling hills with the sun.  And I am here to hold my children's hands, that's where I stand.  Inside the bustling breeze, where thunderstorms know me.  I stand with the clouds, to say, I am here, to feel and bare (bear, the star, four directions).  The days seem so long, but the night, they get along, to show me, there is so much to do. You know it's true.

I have to show you the way, because it's time to say hooray.  WE are going home this day, to fill our hearts, the magic parts.  We are the shining sea, the hearts that long to bee free, and we fight to keep us upon the rolling hills, the place that fills.  I know it's so hard each day (tears).  I know you have much to forgive to play.  I know your pain is real, that's what I feel, but I am here.

We are going home to say, that God is part of our days, the sacred calling that leads us home really soon, we need you too.  And when it's time inside (tears thunder storm) the storm, just reach into your heart and roam, inside heaven, where I will be standing there.  It's the place we need to feel.  It's the place we need it's real.  It's the tears, that set us free to know the breeze, we shall be free.

Come let us dance.  Come let us show the way.  Come let us grow like flowers in a field.  My blossoming petals they do grow, like smiles inside a sacred rainbow.  And I know you will lead the way, to say, "I'm going home" today.  Let's bee the heart without disease.  Let's be the heart, that says, it's me.  Let's be the soul, that gives us lift, into the sky, where all does drift.  We are the children of the Great Sky.  We are the winds of lullabies.  We are the whimpers of a child.  WE are the feelings that makes us go high.

My child, love all the world that comes, even Heaven inside your thundering husband.  He needs you to feel his way to the sun.  He needs you to be the strength of the sun.  And when it's all done and said, two broken hearts, that bled, will know the sun that shines again, when clouds cleanse the heart of the rest.  Reflect is a treasure,  the soul that has measure.  And that's our heaven, our souls within, the eternal knowing blowing wind.  Welcome home,  I have come to welcome you home.  And it's time we take our place, among the stars of heaven's sake.  The clouds always show us the way, to blossom and for prayers to lead the day, it's your glory, that will show the truth, that God is here, inside this noose.  But we will live.  We will dance and be eternal in the wind.  We shall be the song that sings, and God will bring in the spring.

(no drum, peace) Come let's dance.  Come let's feel and prance.  come and be a child.  and all will be worth while!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle. 

 

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 It's time to come home where we sing and dance, where the heart does smile. Give me a hand and we will make a stand. Into the new dawning, where the rolling hills, will blend our heart, to be paradise again. We are part of the sacred Rainbow, the Clan that does know the way! Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, we make a new land *•♫♪♥♪♫•* come join my hands!