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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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Sending Kisses to the Foreheads


Relatives of the Rainbow,
Come share this day and drink a cup of tea, to pass the time away. To dream of better days to come, to live in rainbow rays. There we find a river wide, the treasures upon the shores. I knock and enter, the place of the sweltering waves. And we must share this hardship, the enduring for the cleansing, to shine and feel better all our daze, the dream that holds us close inside always.

Sending kisses to the foreheads, in order to know Twin Deer Mother is caring in her heart for all the childs, each a treasure, on a great ride. Let the tides be ripping and roaring, to help us with our soaring, the bright lights, come reach down into our hearts. There we bind together, to know of the sacred weather, we are together, not apart, but eternal all waves. And when we think we are separated from thee, just close your eyes and think upon me. I will hold you close in my arms. I will dream to you in song. I will sing a whisper in your air, to bring peace and chills of fun. And when it's all done and over, let our fears come to rest, because love will hold us nearer, the radiant sun within.

I bless my relatives in the winds. I bless my relatives even in their sin. I bless my relatives when you walk away. I bless my relatives when you hold my hand to say that, "Love is the greatest". Love is the true. WE know love is wonder, the sky oh so blue. And inside each heartbeat a dance and a skip, to know, that our hearts always kiss, the tender love we take sips.

Blessings and bow, to the big short and tall, to the wide, thin and narrow, to the small and unseen, to the lowliest and the great, let the walls be of slate, come crumbling down, to know heaven has not arrived too late, the blushing heart of innocence that lives inside of you.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings for the HOOPS
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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, February 20, 2012

Care About What You Do!

Solstice Sun
(singing) We are part of the magical world of the divine. Come let our hearts shine. Come be a grateful song in the wind. Here we stand to chime. Let the bow break (upon the crashing waves) and the song sea, the winding (curved road) path ahead. Listen to all of the world, come share the songs we sing today, to be inside the gray (Grandmother Dream Space, embracing atoms). I say to you, be part of the blue, where we are family. Come shine anew, to gather with the true. My heart is closer to you.  We are sent from above, to land down to the ground, to shoot into the earth as a seed. And when we are grateful, the waters are stable and roots find their way home to be free.

And we are going to the place now, to where we find a trace now, the
harbinger/
harboring of the refugee. There we sing our songs to galley along. We are like submarines that dive deep into the seas. Let our souls gather together, to know the perfect weather. Inside a cloud, inside a gorge, the river of love besets (hems in, surrounds) it's course. And we are all together. No matter what the weather. Let us be true, to the love that lives inside of you. Let our souls be, the place we need to seek. And we are going to the magic, where the purification of the world comes to seek. We are born to believe in love. We die to know the grief of love. We long to feel the heart of true, inside the deep dark blue.

Oh heaven take me in your arms. Hold me close, there will be no harm. And I swelter to make the weather. Come be grateful to shelter any partner/part of/significant other/slice of, the great yonder of the moon. Let my reflection shine free, to know the heart inside of thee. Come be grateful for what we dew (cling to). My song is living inside the true. Can we find the waves inside of me and you.  And the sun is great to be there. We are longing for some new air. And love let us fly free, home of the righteous, who take back what was gifted free. All need not be enemies. Share our hearts to know the world. And be gathered to all we care. Then we will fly free, to know the great need. That love is true, when we care about what we do.

Hold fast to the state of heaven. Hold fast to your yearning heart. Know glory is turning out to be grand. Because we need to understand.  Hold fast to those who understand man.  Hold fast to those who understand it's our land.  And Great Spirits fly with me. Great Spirit inside of me be free. Come hold true to the heart, to those who need to impart, that love has a way to say, "it billows free, when we forgive thee". * 


(speaking) Now next time, remember to chime. Do a song and dance. Bless your house and your romance. Be caring in all you do, because LOVE will be there to show you true. And if you decide not to pray or bless, then you will have a nasty mess. But true love depends on prayers, to get the heaven back to aware. The soul does ride the sky within. And those who are learning to swim, need find the virtues are part of thee, you need only control the leaf, the soul within who fights to live without grief.

*People who are not nice and repeat the same things over and over again, mean they have not forgiven, the original crime, thus become the sin themselves without even realizing it. This is spoken about (a little bit of "death", or shall we say, the walking dead) in Leviticus, part of the Torah (Atomic Circle of Heaven, the great journey or often referred to as the "guidance for life").

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

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Two Two, Tu Tu, Chu Chu, Let the Winds Blow By!

Two two, tu tu, we are on the chu chu (train). Chu chu, chu chu we are on the train/trail, flowing river going to gain, down a river full of pain.

Chu chu, two toot. I'm on my way to the flue/flew. Grand deer (stars of heaven on the great journey) hold me near. My hand is taken to stand (wave to you). Chu chu ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooh. Chu chu ooo_ooo_ooo_ooo_ooh. Chu chu, it's two the road imbued (together again). Come greatful is your song, two two (binded together in four directions).


Feel the running river the place in time. Feel the running river the place we chime. Two two equals four, the directions of the floor. Rainbow colors hold onto me, but now I've got to learn to sea (vision with my heart). Two two toot too. My heart is beating true. I long to feel the heart of you. Two two, together imbued.


Tell the story I have a hand. Let me wave and make a stand (young person leaning outside a window from a train, waving to those who are passerbyers). Let my sorrows out the window (when I see your smile as I wave and feel the cool winds upon my face). Their (we) they fly to the two two (together once more). Two two wait for me (greetings of brotherhood). Two two wait for me (relatives I need you). I need another shoulder to cry on (feel my pain, my sorrow, my joy). I need a hand (wave back to me) to sing this song.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums for the heart of the winds today, toot too! Let the winds blow through. I will feel you. Two Two.

"We use electricity as a convenient means of lighting and heating that doesn’t require the power to be generated on site. We’ve discovered that thin transmission lines can carry great amounts of power over long distances from generator to light bulb. Nature is parsimonious in achieving its ends; why wouldn’t stars get power from natural transmission lines? The satisfying answer is that they do. Radio astronomers can trace the telltale magnetic fields in deep space. The magnetic fields mark filamentary cosmic ‘transmission lines’ carrying electrical power between galaxies and stars. Planetary nebula M2-9. The complex Z-pinch hourglass shape of the external circuitry of a star becomes visible in a planetary nebula where the galactic power is high enough or the plasma is dusty. Gravitational models of stars fail to explain the fine detail of planetary nebulae". http://www.holoscience.com/news.php?article=b8zgwr0h&pf=YES
 
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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!

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!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Loyal Trees, Beloved Relatives On Their Knees!

Where are the reckoning?  I want to know. Where is the sun that bows? I want to know. If we place our hands on God, together we will pray out loud. Where is the reckoning? Our shout. Time is dancing here and out, the place that I know I shout. Inside, the hall of fame delight. We are going to the southern winds, oh my Brother let me in, where red river flows, my heart does growoooooooooo. That's where I know the reckoning flows.

Twinkle in mine eyes upon you. You sing a song that bellows true. When you bless with me, I will shed thee, all my sins that know I got to go. We are hand in hand together. We are born of one great land. We are born to be the KINGDOM. God in us demands. Thine is true, when brotherhood ensues, but it's time for the reckoning imbues. It's the red road. It's the red road.

Hear my heartbeat, I will shout with thee. Sow much heartache, I feel on my knees. I bow with you in all that's said, the reckoning of the loyal red. That's where I will beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. That's where all who live in the loyal trees. We are Brothers Sisters too. We are family of the blue. We are children on this road, the yellow strobe knows.

Can you feel the saddening heart. I want to feel all it's imparts, but it's the day of the reckoning. And we must chose to start. Bless with me, loyal trees. Bless with meeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Bless with me loyal trees. Bless with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I know it's time for us to learn about the heart of those who earn. How to be cleansed in a mighty world. It's a sacred herd. And when we rise to greet the sun, bow in delight in everyone. We are thrown from heaven's gate, to bring in love, it's not too late.

We are the reckoning. We are family trees. We are the reckoning, judge your brother, but bow on your knees. Bow on your knees, then sisters will be pleased.


White Buffalo Calf Woman (crystal child) sings and Holiness David Running Eagle (lavender child) drums for the heart of our Red Brother Kristofer (red child). We of the Rainbow Clan, knows we must bow to understand. Visit Kristofer's page at http://green-grass-home.blogspot.com/

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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, January 23, 2012

Singing in the Breeze, All Those Boys On Their Knees!

Let the boys out, the rainbow colors that they shout. Come hang in the garden of love, for I know you gift the hug. Share all the things we swing, from vine and limbering we sing. We are devoted to true, the circle of love that is imbued.

Hear, woof, woof, woof, the warrior who knows the hood. For he is ruffled and rare, the place that is uncompared. All those colors that swim, inside the sacred wind. And we are genuinely rare, the place we save there. Come let the boys out, they are the ones who will shout, come glory let me ride that wave, to a sacred daze.

We are the wolves that ride, all those cares we abide. Who is rougher than the next, because love will pass the test. Can you see, it's true, you and me who are imbued. Love can shine upon this world, the place of God will be stared. A vision of true that ensues, the company of the wolves (rainbow warriors of prophecy) that knew.

Rhythm and soul abide, to scare us into the pride (clan).  Because we need to share a w/hole within, where we fall down because of sin. But it's the place of whims, we need to solidify the grim, to bring us all back to one place, the state of radiating grace.

True love comes when we stand our ground, upon the sacred sounds (blessings in the winds, prayers that begin to resolve all that confounds). It's love that rules and reigns, there is no other gain. And if you think you are right, just think about other peoples plight, then you will walk towards their pain, even if they are to gain. We are the woof (woven together) in the hide (skin of the rainbow), those who weave and abide. We bring cheering on the run, for we are only just begun.

Let all those boys out (rainbow colors, our buffalo hide), to protect the world with their shout, but let them remember who rules, that love is the caring tool. And when things all go wrong, we are not bothered by a sun, because they need to grow, up inside of solid gold.

Brotherhood will let us wind, when we learn about the sin. We can only find our way, if love is used in play. When opposition arise, remember it's blessings that surmise. And we fight for love that rules, nothing else will be a tool. Woof, woof, woof, woof, the dogs who know it like they should. Touch the brother who is grim and teach them to bow again.

We are true to the heir of those who laugh together and share, for God is in each and everyone. We all live with the sun. Can you feel the boys in the winds, all those rainbow colors that need to wind. They are looking for some pride (proud to be who they are, the greatness, a star of heaven that presides within them, a light from within, the sun dancer), but don't know which wave to ride. If you stand there and let them go, you won't know about what's told. We need protect each and everyone, because they need to know their own sacred sun (soul within).

All those boys who que (hang together), to the laughing of a tool (rainbow colors in dance), engraving their souls to love, instead of seeking to shove. But when it's time to fight again, we will fight and always win/d (fighting to bring back love with blessings). We are children of the sun, grateful and on the run. Over sailing seas we flow, just like a rainbow show. There we find a will to prize, those who are willing to bow and ride, all those waves of heavenly true, that's what love does imbue.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings

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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!

Great Father Sings For Our Liberty

(drum beats) beat, beat beat (the buffalo drum).


Pouring my heart, I feel all the children start. There's a beat, my heart sow sweet. I can feel the steps of the glory I meet. Sun shine find me, that's where I'll be. Children behind me, glorious seas. Sharing, that's the daring. Holding for love is the race of time. And I want to tell you all my little children, you must race to the arms of each other. There's little time to behold, to learn the sacred told. then we will unfold to bee . . . Oh I hear you always calling after me,. "Oh rescue me. This is your Great father in the sky. I hear every single cry.  And I know you want to feel the world, but often you think you disappear (pouring rain). Yet in my eyes, in my arms I cradle you.  And the power and force of love that imbues you, comes calling when you, rest upon the hands of time. It's the greatness inside your heart that chimes. And I leave you with this, a tender sacred kiss between your eyes. You can find a vision and help your soul arise, when you remember you're greatness inside.


Bow, remember bow down and kiss this world. Show your Great Mother that you are willing to herd.  Put yourself in a circle and say, "I'm willing to listen to you", because children you are from the blue. Every day it's mighty the blessed winds of time. And yet you (are) still fighting over which river or ryhme. But you don't look within and don't feel the sin, instead you think you know where to begin. I tell you truly love will show you the kiss. Always give love and you'll never ever miss. Because you are the greatest inside the glory true. And you could be all that was knew/new. When you forgive yourself and you forgive all the rest, for all those people who didn't pass the test. They didn't understand love. They didn't know to run into your arms, when you felt their harm. And now it's time to learn to let them all come on in, for every single weapon and every single sin. Because love will grow out of you, blossom flowers that are true. For you are my Great Grandchildren that love,  I embue. 


Don't forget me I left a kiss on your forehead to sea. Go find yourself a vision and lift your heart to liberty. And there you will know the message that I sent to you, that love is the way you imbue. You are my greatness my treasure I hold in my heart I know the tears of heaven will gift you the start. And I feel the drops fall down inside your soul, just remember to rise up and fold (together). We are together one place, one time. We are the raindrops that come to deliver the hearts of thine. We are the river, the oceans and the sea, because you are the children in the breeze.


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


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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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