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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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Sacred Song Blessing for Doctor Satan (Ghost at a Fort)

There is a river inside of me. I wish I could feel the sea. But my brothers left me, inside this stable comfort in the breeze.  They though I would be happy inside this place, but I have to tell you, it's no grace. And if you could follow the world in me, you would know the sadness of the leaves. (relatives.)

We are together in a place call Earth, but we don't know the sacredness of this girth. If only we could place a happy face, then sharing would not have to be disgrace. 

Could you please send someone to me, who could know of the loving breeze. Could you send a happy face to tell me I am full of wisdom and grace. But instead it's all been read, how can I tell them, I just want to be left alone (golden dog barking, the voice of brotherhood). I want to tell them, I am on the phone (in the winds). Don't bother me, when I am in the breeze. Instead why don't you just look for harmony, not in me, but inside of you.

We are together in heaven's realm. I wish to see my children running free. But as I look upon the sacred sea. I am lost at sea (heavenly breeze). I am (have) forgotten to beam. I wish I could be a place of comfort to thee. How you say? I want to know that way. 

Heaven and earth, where are you? I want to share all these sacred clues. Somebody left me here long time ago. And I don't know how to throw that stone. But I 'm left alone, not with love, but with those who don't know the beat of the heart that can be sweet. I miss my family all over the world. I want to share with them like a herd/heard. But as we listen to the outer space, heaven on earth is looking for grace.

I am written on my face. Fire of Love come out of me (the great purification). Share the distance of the calling breeze. I am wishing upon a star. Can I go home to see that far. You and me, that's what I need, heaven on earth it's a big galaxy, but if I could feel love again, then maybe I could live without sin. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, Sacred Horn (Kobe) and Wisdom River Shines (Eddy) percussion and Grandmother Comfort in the Wind dances.

Story about Doctor Satan (not his real name, but what others have called him). 

Sacred Horn says, "My friend with a ghost hunter are in one room. They where trying to talk to them. His name is Doctor Satan. And he is actually not a good guy at all. Listening to their experiences, it's actually kind of scary. Why does he call himself that? He was messing with us two boys a lot when we were going up the hill. Once we told him to stop he stopped. He lives in the college or in the high school or basement, that's where he is."

White Buffalo Calf Woman visits through spirit flight speaks to Dr. Satan.
I see in in a corner, dark corner. He is sitting there with his head in his knees, he is lonely. Walking down stairs and into the room and into the room so he can see me. He looks up and can't believe someone is there. He sees a young beautiful woman. And he is a bit shaken by this being, which is me there. And he stands up and he bows to me. He is very nice. I bow to him, slightly like a curtsy. He looks in my eyes, takes his hands and waves them through my body and he doesn't really know who or what I am. He sits down, how funny he thinks I am an apparition, which is a ghost. And he goes back to where he was in silence and despair.


Hello? He looks up. I have been sent here to ask about your name. Someone said you called your self Doctor Satan. He laughs a big a laugh, then he or his head become like a fire ball, trying to scare me. And the flames seem to go out every directions, from his head. He starts to laugh like a mad man, like a devil. And he finally settles down. 


I am asking again. Why do you call your self Doctor Satan? 


He says, You are not afraid of me. So many come here to know about me. I get tired of it. I just want to be left alone. Sometimes, I see the children going up the hills and down the hills in play and I just want to run with them, but I know they are afraid. And I don't seem to know how to be nice.  I call myself Doctor Satan only to those who bother me. I just don't like them coming, because they don't understand my pain, and I stuck here and don't seem to know how to gain. I want love, but few come to know of love with me.  


I think I feel like I want to die, but I never die. I wish I could be with my family, but I don't know which way they are, or even how to get to them. I wish I could be with my family. But so many bother me here. And I died a terrible death and my head it was blow off, that's why I can add fire to my head and it's looks like a devil. Sow I call myself Doctor Satan to those who look for pain and suffering, instead of sharing their joy with me.  I wish many would come to help me, but they are only interested in my pain. They poke and prod at me all the time. I just want to be free, but I don't know how. I can't forgive. And I know I have to forgive. May be someday I will find my family, that day I hope comes soon. Thank you for listening to me, You must be an angel (my wings come out at this time). And if I could have angels wings I could fly away. I wish I could die anew another day.


I come close to him and he is very afraid. I step back because he is not ready. I tell him, I am going now, but we will not forget you and we will come again to join you in gathering. And we have Sacred Horn (Kobe) and Brayson who run on the hills as well as Brayson lives near by. It's okay to run with the boys, but it's not okay to bring your hate to them. Children are here to teach us joy in our lives. That is why you want to be near them. They don't ask anything of you, just want to share with you. And if you can learn to be nice, then they won't mind you joining them in free frolic in play.  Okay, He understands and I am leaving. I bless this space, even vacant. And I gift to you one day of bliss. And appears a table with food and many guests. He is amazed. You have one day, to help you remember how good it can be, to forgive in a time of war, not understanding that we fight to gain family in safe places. He bows and I walk up the stairs and wave good bye. Before I leave the area. I bless the sacred nine directions.

Grandmother Comfort in the Wind says, "One morning, I'm sure it wasn't just him as there were many people.  I sang for them. And it was just about their pain and how they wanted to hide away, they just wanted to be left alone, to die again, not to experience the pain anymore.  The song was so long. I sang quite a while. They just wanted to be left alone. Lots of ghost hunters who are not nice, insight anger and don't go in with love. They are going to prove something. Poor little doctor Satan, lot's of that." 

White Buffalo Calf Woman says, "Do it together. You want Golden Kobe (Sacred Horn) to hug him. That's what you are looking for from the golden child. Because once he hugs, he purify him and release him so he can rebirthed. Now, Golden Kobe, a golden child must Cleanse self afterwards even during. Don't do it alone, someone else there who can remind you (Sacred Horn) sow you can be cleansed as well." 

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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 14, 2012

Thunder Horn Rides the Waves to Share the Rainbow Colors Hair

Kiss my twice. I know my life. Gift me twice. I will be nice. Hold my hand and children of the rainbow understand. It's Rainbow Mother who rules the land.  Kiss me twice, now be nice. Once on my right cheek. Once on my left. And when we are finished, love will be inside this nest. We will be beholden to the land. Roll over brother. Sister command. Know about faithful, we are part of this demand. And kisses upon the rainbow, it's where my life flows. I feel all the children, oh God hold me close.


He ho, hee ho. Show nee upon the gold.  Watcha, hick om nee pee. We are the tethers towards harmony. Hok kahhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me light this fire. Hok kahhhhhhhhhhhh.Let me feel awhile. Show nee oo, loock ha ha ho. Show nee oo, ho ho hay. Look at my sisters, all riled up in their hair. Don't know to trust a brother, because they don't look their way. And I have to say, wither, the death of the unborn, because it's not sanctimony riding the horns. Toe hee ohhhh. Toe ee ohhh. Come my brother, put on a show. Ride that cloud and shine another day, but first be faithful  to what your woman says. Hee hoh. Hee hoh hay. Gift to others, no matter what they say. Understand with wisdom, all that they say.  Understand the river, has a great big display.


Kiss me twice, once on the heavenly realm. Kiss my twice, once on the earthly fill.  And we are the faithful learning to ride the sky, because we are one family, opening our hearts wide. Ho ee ah. Hoh ee ah. Look at the brothers and say, "I am on my way". Tell the sisters, she is a radiate wave". Tell my Mother, I bow down and I praise. Listen Father, I know you got much to dew, but the weather needs tending for a view. And it's witness, to the story in the lane, where the many circles bind up again.


Ho ee ah (running free), my story sings in the winds. Moe low, haaa sowww. And I am willing, to take that final plunge, because my Mother is riding the sun. Ho ee ah, running free on those waves. And My Mother, she has so much to say. She is the Grandmother, who weaves time for us to sing. All together, one final spring. Jump for joy. Jump for joy. Dance around a circle, know we are the toys. We can be faithful if we look into the hearts of men.  We are faithful to learn it all again. Ta hoh ee, the hoe................(abrupt then silence). Ta hoe eeee, my soul is longing to begin (throat singing). And my family, I got a place to gooooo. I'm on the red road, my soul will know.. Ho ee ah, listen the winds. Rolling rivers, hold all that sin. But if we are faithful to the cries of the wolves, then we know summer, will dance in our skins. Hoe eh ah, the places in time. Running rivers, hold me there to chime. And my husband, you need me sow, because you are the faithful, learning to grow, down on the road, where I step my heart does grow. And my lessons, will fill the sun high, then I will bow down and give up my life.


Give me children, who remember to pray. Give me children, who lean on a new wave. Show the rainbow, we are on our way, to take the tornado about to save. hoe ee ah (running free), I'm on my way. Over rolling rivers, to make it a safe place. And it's prophecy, looking us dead in the face. There are no chances, if you don't make your way. Think of tomorrow, the dust will fill the sky. Think of tomorrow, the heaven's won't lie. Think of the children, the animals, plants and rocks. They are our creatures, and we need to take stock (care for).


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (Lakota) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums (Dakota) for the Heart of Thunder Horn (Dakota), a Rainbow Mother, who shines upon our lives, to say we are the children, the rainbow winds that ride.


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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, January 5, 2012

Thunder Horn Rides the Waves to Share the Rainbow Colors Hair

Kiss my twice (repeat and know the heart). I know my life. Gift me twice (repeat and show it thrice, treasures appear, yellow road is near where dreams appear). I will be nice. Hold my hand and children of the rainbow understand. It's Rainbow Mother who rules the land.  Kiss me twice (repeat the echo, know the treasure, roll over), now be nice. Once on my right cheek. Once on my left. And when we are finished, love will be inside this nest. We will be beholden to the land. Roll over brother (bow). Sister command (demand the law of love). Know about faithful, we are part of this demand. And kisses upon the rainbow, it's where my life flows. I feel all the children, oh God hold me close.


He ho, hee ho. Show nee upon the gold.  Watcha, hick om nee pee. We are the tethers towards harmony. Hok kahhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me light this fire. Hok kahhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me feel awhile. Show nee oo, loock ha ha ho. Show nee oo, ho ho hay. Look at my sisters, all riled up in their hair (antennae to your soul and heart). Don't know to trust a brother, because they don't look their way (receive the pain, instead walk away). And I have to say, wither, the death of the unborn, because it's not sanctimony riding the horns (always barking with smarting with hate rather than offering lessons of love). Toe hee ohhhh. Toe ee ohhh. Come my brother, put on a show. Ride that cloud and shine another day, but first be faithful  to what your woman says. Hee hoh. Hee hoh hay. Gift to others, no matter what they say. Understand with wisdom, all that they say (validate).  Understand the river, has a great big display.


Kiss me twice, once on the heavenly realm. Kiss my twice, once on the earthly fill.  And we are the faithful learning to ride the sky, because we are one family, opening our hearts wide. Ho ee ah. Hoh ee ah. Look at the brothers and say, "I am on my way". Tell the sisters, "She is a radiate wave". Tell my Mother, I bow down and I praise. Listen Father, I know you got much to dew, but the weather needs tending for a view. And it's witness, to the story in the lane, where the many circles bind up again (collision of heaven and earth.


Ho ee ah, my story sings in the winds. Moe low, haaa sowww. And I am willing, to take that final plunge, because my Mother is riding the sun. Ho ee ah, running free on those waves. And My Mother, she has so much to say. She is the Grandmother, who weaves time for us to sing. All together, one final spring. Jump for joy. Jump for joy. Dance around a circle, know we are the toys. We can be faithful if we look into the hearts of men.  We are faithful to learn it all again. Ta hoh ee, the hoe................(abrupt then silence). Ta hoe eeee, my soul is longing to begin (throat singing). And my family, I got a place to gooooo. I'm on the red road, my soul will know ... (from the blue road within) Ho ee ah, listen the winds. Rolling rivers, hold all that sin (part of the great plan). But if we are faithful to the cries of the wolves (warriors and soldiers), then we know summer (a great light), will dance in our skins (rainbow colors). Hoe eh ah, the places in time. Running rivers, hold me there to chime (feel free). And my husband, you need me sow, because you are the faithful, learning to grow, down on the road, where I step, my heart does grow. And my lessons, will fill the sun high (grow), then I will bow down and give up my life (die, to be reborn, the humble path).


Give me children, who remember to pray. Give me children, who lean on a new wave. Show the rainbow, we are on our way, to take the tornado (cleansing of the rainbow waves) about to save. Hoe ee ah, I'm on my way. Over rolling rivers, to make it a safe place. And it's prophecy, looking us dead in the face. There are no chances, if you don't make your way. Think of tomorrow, the dust will fill the sky. Think of tomorrow, the heaven's won't lie. Think of the children, the animals plants and rocks. They are our creatures, and we need to take stock (heed all the warnings of prophecy these days).


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (Lakota, crystal child) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums (Dakota, lavender child) for the Heart of Thunder Horn (Dakota, rainbow child), a Rainbow Man, who shines upon our lives, to say we are the children, the rainbow winds that ride.


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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, December 17, 2011

The Heart Inside the Sky

Down in the valley where the green grass grows, my heart is there to sow. Can I find a way to lift my heart, upon this hill today?  I look towards the day of salvation, if only I can find my waves. There I will be beholden to all the sacred ways. Love lift me up forever, because I k/need your love. Today, I keep the justice of God who sent above. There is a valley below us, and down in the river of blood, I find my soul is learning, how to be the holy one from love.

I can pin my heart to justice, if my soul can ride along. But days turn into months now, where I am going round and round. Lift me higher than a kite now, there I will fly against the moon. My soul will have risen, to catch all the booms (cranes that lift up and lower down through the clouds in the sky).  Where I am going, God heal me. Great Spirit in the sky. I am leading a new world, if only they had no alibis. Yet with this sorrow upon us, I know the Great Spirit has a call far and wide. I am learning to ride the rainbow, the heart inside the sky.

We of many nations fall down to where the river makes sound. The Angels hold me near her, the song of heaven abound. And when I am a Brother who is called upon, I will show my shining face, because a moon, turns into a Morning Star (eight sacred directions), when the "Sun Shines" in this place (a light from within, the ninth direction, here I stand, inside of man).

If there were days, I could rise up, to become the living great saint (exceptional sacred holiness)
, the one who heals my brothers, my sisters who need for real/reel (pull them in).  When I was a little boy, my song would fill the earth, but now I am a Great Man, my song hits the girth.  And if I can walk holy, then souls will shine with me. I look forwards to the day, that fills inside a great glee.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (Lakota) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums (Dakota, Ojibwa). Sacred Song Blessing for our Brother Running Free (Nakota, Ojibwa, Cree). The Great Sioux (path of the snake, to and fro between the blue road and red road, where the yellow road appears) stand united .... to bring the great story to the green, where the spirit rises to find, the glory of every sky!

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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, December 10, 2011

Think Upon This Rainbow!

Think upon this rainbow, I will sing a song.  Think upon this window, where everything went wrong, but my love is true. My love is from the blue. Think upon this my sweetheart, that is where heaven is in bloom (waves of ascension). We are but a fragile life to everything and I know we could make it if we could sing a song true. Inside my heart, I want to do my part, but if you walk away from me, how can we bow and pray?


Look upon this rainbow (wanting to sing higher), look upon this day, I will sing forever just to know your waves. And I will long to become grateful in all you do this day.  I will sing for ever, just to know your waves. If only you could show me, how wonderful you could bee, then I would sit near this window waiting for all to bee. A dream come true, it's my heart inside this too. I want to shine like you, if only you would listen to the blue, it's heavenly my soul, the place of sacred rainbows glow. And I know you could be free, if you wanted to bee, dream with me.


Dream with me, dream with me. Then we could be forever, thinking upon this land. We could find a message to deliver in all this sand (of time in the crystalline stone river). We are forever, our spirits are running free, but you must learn to bow down to the sacred tree. One family. One family, one family that's the breeze. And I will be there forever, just waiting for you to come back to me.


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (crystal, yellow, green, gray) and Holiness David Running Eagle (lavender, yellow, aqua, gray) and Running Free Drums. Sacred Song Blessing for Running Free. His rainbow colors are violet, yellow, lavender, gray.

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
 

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, November 24, 2011

Sacred Rolling Hills Set Me Free

Sacred Song Blessings for Choheiah (Running Free also known as Screaming Eagle)

I come this day to show my heart the way. I know it's golden (a light from within shines) if I show the waves. I need to glow out to the people today, I have much to share. I will glow to be aware. When skies are blue and my soul is looking for the hues. I seek a path of knowledge that will last. I look upon my people, they look like gloom, because they don't know how to swoon. If they could fly, then why oh why (seek all reasons), the soul could touch the heavenly roof. And I could be a heart in need (asking others for help), where heaven got my start.  I come this day to show my bow, to humble my destined heart, I know I need to take a hike into the golden clouds (spirit flight). Show me Great Spirit how!

There upon this sacred rolling hills, the waves can set me free. I know it's part of my destiny. And where it's gone (no more rolling hills) a moon clutters the sky to see (the reflection of our lives), but it's just a leaf (relative of the blue), my relative with tears of disease (on the red road where we suffer for love). And if I could touch the soul upon who looks at the moon (heaven and earth), I could see, the heart needing relief (circle of life, we are one/ness).  And yet the sun falls down each day, the moon never goes away, always showing her face (even in the day).  And when I shine to look up at you, my heart is through the garden in bloom (woman's heavenly), I am walking with you in the garden sow true. I can hold my love to you.

And light is going blind everywhere (ignorance), sow much to dew. Sooooo much to chewwwwww (digest information overload). And when I share my soul this very day, I will fly away, into the heaven's to make it a new day. And if I could I would rise again to play, the holy waves, that share my heart to say, "The glory of the sun with the moon, now that can heal, and bring us into spells of glorious real. And gardens in bloom, will always grow, just a wonderful magical show." Can it bee (impossible dreams are known), I want harmony (Grandmother to love me, the Sun Dancer). I want to share my life with thee, my relatives in the sea.

I gift to all my sacred heart the beat that rumbles the waves (heartbeat on the red road of rainbow colors). I want to say, glory is here to stay. And if I share my soul with you my relatives in the winds, then I will bee (dreaming), a glorious leaf (great circle). I will bee, a glorious leaf. I will bee.... a glorious leaf. (whispering) I bow down (bending at the waist and folding one arm).

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums
Thank you for your wonderful heart, I bow and praise....


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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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