Dawning of Time when Children are Sublime and Rainbows Chime

There is a dawning of time. I feel the sounds come alive. I want the world to know of true love. Why don't they stop fighting, don't they know it won't find them love? Where can I go, to make it all seem right, above the fighting and the fright. Everyone doesn't seem to know which way, just making sounds, showing their display. 

Gifts are from heaven, no dis-ease. Gifts are from heaven we need please. Take hold my children walk with me this day. I will show you just how to bow and pray. We need sustenance in our lives. We need hope and praise to survive. Heaven come down and pick me up and show me the right (virtues). Heaven come into my heart, show me just how to pray.

Where there is thunder (rainbow's storm of silence, sitting by a moving crystalline stone river and the Rainbow Mother cleanses it up), my soul will feel gratified. If I know heaven (we are) is a world full of many cries, and (I will as Rainbow Mother and we will as Elders and Warriors) will pick up every lost child. No one will be left behind, not (forgotten, as) each a sound. We belong together, it's one family. We belong together, from the sacredness of the seas. And all the rainbows come watch over the children down below. And where heaven knows it's a perfect radiating show. 

We can find wisdom if we look into each other's eyes. We can find happiness if we choose to clan. And we need circles to find the waves. We need each other, to help the world pray/praise. I think I will gift my love this very day. I will send my love and give it all away. I will shine for this world one more time, to tell them ALL, it's time to come home. It's heaven living inside your heart, you must only believe and dew (cling to) your part. I wish upon a star to make the world seem bright. I wish upon a star, to make the world live without fright. I send my happiness to those who are sad. I send my love to the world seemly going mad. And as we sit up to look around, we are still and heavenly winds abound. I can feel you. I sense you. I know my children have a view. Each child is learning to be true. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (Lakota Daughter, elder crystal child) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums (Dakota Matriarch, elder lavender child). This Sacred Song Blessing is for B.C., a rainbow child, the Cosmic Mother to our Soul, a Dakota Daughter. To hear her Mother's Sacred Song Blessing, K.M.C. Climbing Star, the golden child, the Cosmic Father who brings brotherhood to the world, a Dakota Daughter, visit http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/08/bow-with-me-on-shores-of-galilee.html.

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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!

"Look Inside" Says the Indigo Wise

Thunder Lightning, that's what I see. All the storms in the world eternally. Can't they find a way or reason out, just giving others the sacred shout. How about love?  How about love? We must give our hands to others with love.  Shouting out, to find a way in, that's the way we long to feel the rolling bins. Thunder Lightning, come on home. I feel the waves of the storm. I pray this day for all the waves, nine directions we dew pave. 


There inside, the reason is wise. There inside, the soul makes you surprised. What you thought was an evil, but now more Evel Knievel, the trickster (take a deep breath) who gives up his life. He (earthling with rainbow colors, on the red road where lessons find our tracks) is a wanderer, who looks for your love. He (male principle of light rather than sound) is a wanderer, the place where tricks are made up (lessons and more lessons, until love is sown). He is a wanderer, the place within that grows. Can heaven show me how to know? I want to have part of this show (being part of the dreamscape).


Days are younger (learning to become), than the evil (impure) nights (you are in flight). When you thought everything was alright, then a dream that wakes you up in fright/rage, how does terror pave? If only the people could live in their faith, to begin to know mountains of love in their faith (with a taste of love on their face, smiles and grace). Could we find a way, to bind love in all we dew? Could we find a way, to hear all the clues? And when we are older, the making of time does swim, all the little fishes (true blue), just want a way in (to the circle of brotherhood). Can't we look at miracles and notice they rescue time, to bring us closer to the holy inside.

If we long for such a wonderful life, how could we give up on this strife? All we need to learn and to grow, comes from daily lessons we sow. Plant your seeds of love and watch them grow. Give your neighbor a hand to know, we are together in the mighty seas. Heaven on earth live inside of me. We are looking for the sacred sea (envision a dream), love and brotherhood, come dwell eternity. Cross roads find me, where lightning bites the dust. I will be standing, to kiss this sacred (cosmic) dust. I will be near you to bite on what is shame (or blame, through forgiveness), to help you alleviate all your pain. 


Whispering River in the Sky sacred song blessing. She is an indigo child. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, a crystal child and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, a lavender child, elders of the rainbow.

 

 

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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!

Thunder Feel My Feet

Underwater Lava River

Whay whay, whay ho ho whay. Thunder feel my feet whooh. Thunder feel it deep whooh. Down in the river where the lava flows in me, I am here gifting to please (down deep red road). Where my heart lifts the world. And over the song I am filled. Glory to the mountain rising in the air. I want the waters to find my glory out hear.  Whoah, whoah, whay............y. Whoah, whoah, whay..................y.  And now I am calling to the birds taht are falling, it's time to live our lives into the winds down in my feet I begin.


Where I flow my heart does wave. Down in the valley the shore does save. Whoah.... I know it's where we gift. If only the world could understand the rift.  Shores and oceans call out to us wide. And we are the children of this sacred prize. And holy is the making of the rolling stone. Whooah, whay.................................................y. Tell me a song is coming in the winds. I want to hear that mighty song again. And let this river wise come into me, a lava mountain rolling in the seas.

Lava Creating a Shore

Whoah, whay, it's about a wave. Whoah, whay, it's a song that saves. But my heart is aching, sow much there is breaking, just want to fly away, but I must stay. Whoah, whay. Listen to the eagle cry her sound. All of the mountains breaking ground. And as we change to listen, the destruction is taking it's glisten, we the people got to hang on.


So much destruction in our world. So many people just don't care. Santa (holy clause, covenant of God's promises including prophecy) is coming oh they say, but I know the gifts of love is hear to stay.  It's in my heart, it's my heart. I'ts my heart I dew pray.  With all this salvation ringing in this view. How will the people know what to do? I will be calling, but few are really falling (bowing down), I don't know exactly what to dew (cling too/two/dew).

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums. This Sacred Song Blessing for Father Kahooa has been asked by Dove of Angels a Rainbow Mother for her Son Cody's girlfriend Alee's Father, "Kahooa" (Big Islander Man, the southern child, the seed in the valley). We bow and bless the sacred nine directions!

 

 

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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!

Hoop Song Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman

Hoop Song 

One's tried and true (white).  One's black and blue (black).  One's open and closed (yellow).  One's followed you (red).  And here we are, a rising sun (Lakota Heart), the place I yearn, the place I grow.  Now tears do flow to find you, then I greet, the place that meets, heaven's door (into the house of G_ah_d, utterance of heaven's transmission).


But all along, I felt my feet (the red road, the law of love, upon the rolling hills of light waves, where the buffalo roam, the four sacred directions of the Rainbow Colors, each own holy temple).  I walked towards you, to find my home (unification of two broken hearts).  Oh where did I go, if not towards you?  Oh where did I go, if I did not love you?  And now it's come to inside out, the place I hide, "I can't get out".  The stream of sunshine that radiates from you, inside the dark, the Soul with a view (vision with a heart).


The voice does sing, I yell out your name ( I recognize you, because I know your name, it is written upon your book of lights).  I see the glory all over you, but do you recognize even me?  Do you fathom, the wide open seas (heavenly space and grace)?  It's time to flow, from heaven to earth.  It's time to grow, from earth to heaven.  It's time to know the heart that sings.  It's time to blossom forth without disease.


But the truth is lost, when the reflections doesn't see.  You must shine brightly to look back at me.  And there I shine in the Shadows Door.  Thre I came to find some more.  Give a hand, my heart will beat.  Give a tear, my hands will creep (complete).  I will find glory inside of you.  You will find morning with a view (I am a Sun Dance).  


Now I set to watch the rain, it feels like Thunder once again.  I reach into heaen and pull you down, a star that shines, big as a clown.  Give me medicine, give me your love.  I await sustenance from inside our love.  And when I drink from the eternal well, myu love iwll find you true.  I will be greatness blue.  I will show how much I love you because I am a relative true.


My hands will find you to embrace you.  My heart will bee with you to fly over the seas.  My feet will walk towards through deserts halls.  My soul will find you forever more.  Come and hold me close, don't forget me.  Come hold my boast (red fire, crackle and pop, light river), to your cup of tea (green grass, a home for the soul to live, dark river).  Come tell our stories in a promised world.  Let's have stories that always fill. Let's bee (impossible dream that flies) the perfect part of harmony.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter, walking with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, "I am a Sun Dance"

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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!

Aldo Fallen Breeze, Love Awakes in Thee, the Song that Perfectly Believes

Fallen Breeze (from heavenly return, the numinous flowing finds the loom, or place of Mother Earth), the Song that Pulls us together in our needs. The Advocate so blind (a type of motherly love, who always loves regardless of what she sees, the trusting heart, that seeks to find, the better part of thee).  When we find our hearts, he will be there to find, the song of hope in each others breeze. Love Awakes in Thee (Spirit of God, Oneness call).  There lies the dream, the answer lies in the wind, that blows.  The spirit always grows and knows.

Sacred Song Blessings for Aldo (elder soul) Fallen Breeze, the yellow person who dreams!


Comical, waking up, to all my dreams.  Hoping others will find the stream.  There is much to learn in heaven's wake.  The darkness come to light to find it's way.  Butterflies and dolphins know which way to go, because they always follow their knows (long noses, the journey to and fro between realms, the law of love grows, relatives in the snow, the crystalline rock blows - the perfection of a soul). And we should look to them to follow their strides, because it's always a walking wild, when you follow the dreams, that you entail, we come to the roadways, of eternity.

Have faith in all you do and say, it's a brand new day.  If only there was wisdom in all we do and say (trusting the soul to walk right with the flesh, the walking talking way). God is a miracle in each and everyone, even the flowers and rocks do sing. But you need to listen to all those songs, because the quakes are coming, to show us buffalo run (thunder of hooves of the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, who shall save the days).  It's thunder out there, don't you hear the stampede, it's the dream of returning to all that's clean. 

We are going to the land God did promise us, around the corner and through all the dust.  After it settles and we find the tides (shores of the promise land, where brotherhood resides and sisterhood knows why, for law of love, will rule the days, and even the night skies), look out thunder (roar of a stampede, the army of God is on it's stride, the buffalo have come home), we are along for the ride.  In the valleys (the shadows of heavenly fires do burn, to cast out the impure towards the whole) where the green grass grows (perfect place, the four corners of space), the migration herds, do thunder and roar, the battle of the mighty ocean's breeze, the soul's are coming forth to lead all of thee (heaven awakes within for all, to share the heart and the soul).

Spirits and dancing will come again to the heart of all of Gods leaves (relatives on the tree of life, each of us represent a universe, yet we are also part of a greater universe of Oneness, it's the micro and the macro).  And we are just on the verge of extinct (departing the second phase of evolution towards the third rolling hill of time), for dreams are flowing to make us all seem weak (to learn humbleness and divine, the lambs of God shall survive).  It's heaven's darkness, that leads the way, the visions and spirit of everything (the numinous flowing is the heavenly realm that we begin and return, the cycle of eternal winds).  Let's learn to follow our souls again, to do what thunder (heavenly law of love) wants us to bring, our cosmic mothers know (rainbow people and overlays, the vibration of the child's heart who is in pain), it's the children of time (dreams unfold in our children who are pure hearted), that allows us to find the singularity (oneness of the sublime, we belong together and dine, the gathering to receive love and protection, the gregari(ous)ty of sharing stories of time).  And when we find that we do belong to the wind, then tears will always win(d) (hear the sharing of pain, knows that there is a gain, to offer true love, the heart of true blood, that gives life every time, the waters of perfect love, a blue earth, that knows how to fly from above, the heavenly place we are dawning from, Mother Earth she carries us all with kit gloves. - pure and anointed - ).  And children will always know when (perfect timing of the wind, trusting hearts with blind faith).  And parents will long to be old again (to be an elder will have respect, and children will treat them right).  It's time to bee (impossible flight of a dream we do flow) the heart of the breeze.

Come have a little faith in God again.  Come drink from the well of eternity.  Come dance and play and know it's time to shine, for dreams are going to bee the heart of mine. Dreams are going to find you and me, inside the hollow vacant tree (buffalo home, the sacred four directions of light, that house the soul), there lives a shelter for the wind.  The soul, that knows it's time again.
 

Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions for Aldo Fallen Breeze, Love Awakes in Thee.  Yellow (he is of great light, the dream of life unfolds), rainbow (she, dark, part of Holiness, the divided state, that provides perfection of the rainbow sections, the eight parts of holiness), blue (he offers the reflection of light, to gather to and fro, gray (she, darkness where all dreams become, the doors to destiny).  Here the perfect breeze, that blows both ways and cross and greet, the heart of longing and meet!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan), your Twin Deer Mother (elder crystal person), your wakan iyeshka (holy interpreter) who sings the songs, to speak the heart of the breeze!

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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!

Stars Glisten in the Sun!

Stars glisten to the sun, in my heart, and I spin all around, to sing the songs of heavenly bound, within the rolling hills of man's run.  It's earth within me, where the buffalo run, do I know where I am going, to bee with the wakan tankan (walking talking, to bee the stars of heaven's song), the place I understand.  Hold on my relatives, we go swimming in our tears of seas, and we sail into the a world of heavenly bounding without fears.  Rush into my arms, and I will be waiting for your return.  Come hold my hand, and know that I have come, to bee with all your dreams.  I have come home to my relatives, who dream, who bring us home, into a world, where all will understand.  It's a place where paradise will hold you, inside my understanding arms.

The Mother will know you, come sit with me with tears.  And Father will come to your rushing sides.  The wind upon the back, where pushing is a matter of fact, as we fight, to live in purity.  Sow pick up your pipe, and know of love again, for all our children they understand.  And give a cup of cheer to all that is known as fear, and let your hate be rushed away.  Because now it's time to know of love again.  Now it's time to run away.  Let's fly into the sun, let glory be our guns.  And we shall be family again. Come my children come on home to me, where we will sing the songs of tears.  The place we remember when, no shame will be here then, and we will understand true joy.  For abundance is everywhere, and hearts, they will be filled, with all our joys, to fill the seas with tears of joy.  I say, my glory runs, right into the rising sun, where you will be dreaming for you and I.  I know you are the song, that I have been waiting to get along.  And you are my joyous part of life.

The world, full of plight, will know when I arrive, because we purify their fights.  We will know of loving arms again.  We will know when to part (with love in our hearts).  We will bee the song of powerfulness, the star, that seeks the right to fly (freedom is known).  I know you are inside, the wind that blows in pride. And there Grandmother will hold our hearts.  We shine like the bear (star in heaven), and roam like the buffalo heart (thunder roars, in birth of the four directions), and Grandfather will hold our hands.  I say, don't let the misunderstandings go away (teachings), until you forgive them who do wrong.  But instead have a drum, that teaches them to run (sacred beating of united hearts), to forgive all that was done wrong (joining in songs together).  Let purification find a way, to live a brand new day, the ways of hope and songs of love, find roads that cross inside, the blue and red with pride, and we shall always find our waves.

For suns does find a wind to blow, when smoke finds clouds to blow away (freedom is eternal life).  And my heart will find you, when you seek what is truth, the loving aims of our lives.  Remember to bless it all, even friends and foes who fall, to return the shadows home again.  The lower, the higher ones, who call upon our friends, don't know of relatives with hearts, but you could teach them how.  You could be the fall (knowing prayer and humility, the rainbow halls).  The one who says, I'll show you the way.  Put fire in the light, purify all your plight, and we shall go for a new paradise.  Live happy every day, when you forgive all who did play, without the world, who did not know the way.  And we shall show the world, that we are heroes for sure, because we know of blessings that save the way.  It's a brand new day.  It's a brand new way, where Tao (walking towards home) is what is right.  The soul and the flesh, is riding to the nest, the place we call heaven on earth.  Now come and sit with me, by the fire that sets us free, to fill the days with joy again.  We'll dance and sing a tune, to be the song of hues (rainbow colors) and we shall fight for what is right, the law of love has come, to bring it home to the dawn, it's evolution calling, "We're going home".

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Blessings to the winds, my heart sings for you. Light your fire, say the flight, of nine directions "bless you", now we're done, it's been a day, getting done all we need do, but now that the blessings are in the wind, my dreams can all come true! 

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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!

Heart of Regina Sings of Thunder that Seeds the Rainbows, the Tears of Cleansing, the Joy We Feel

Thunder grows inside my heart, and why doesn't every body part, into the revelations to be free, but devoted in the heart of thee.  which way yonder do I see blue, the mighty ocean in front of you.  I can open the doors to see, the many many discoveries, that long and wait for me. 

The thunder grows and blossoms pure into the rainbow land, where I adore.  Can you visit me, when you go down stream, will you pull up a chair and visit with me. I say rainbows don't come here everyday, but I await them to show up on any day.   and I feel the thunder grow inside of me, oh way (wave) tell me so much sorry (sorrow) don't you sea.

It's out there, waiting on the deep blue sea.  I tell you, we have to be a part of thee.   And I see you, drawing fom the well to be, nourished and filled up with bleessings for free. Can't you see, the waves crashing down on me.   And I ride the river flowing as a breeze.  And I feel the wind blowing on my back, to see the river of knowing come crashing on my back.

And the thunder oh the mighty thunder, I feel so complete.   Yet in the river, where all the flowing waters go, I rarely see the rainbow.  Come and stand with me a little while.  I will be with you in a few short while.  Come and rest your feet alittle while.  Come and have some brunch and smile a little smile.  And when you tell your song, oh the wonders of the world.   I say to you, we are going to have a little spell.  The clouds and thunder are calling can't you hear them now. I say, the water is flowing, just give them a call.

So many tears, so much pain in the world.  But I have my dog (warrior servant) with me, and we survive.   And I say, that this world will be a better day, because of people who remember to pray.   Thunder, oh the thunder, coming right now, it's small and loud.  It's going to be louder you can feel the rumble, and the sound is shorter in the call.   Thunder, lights the oceans, blue, and we feel like the rumble of truth, and below the waters deep inside, the thunders call and all does hide, to tell you, the sound is coming, the voice of angels that speak of truth. 

Thunder is the waiting, the laughter of all our shoes.  Flying and fighting, to gain control again.  And we say, the law of God is one!  And we say that love is here to pave the way, but what way?  How can we make it this way?  If we are fighting every day, and not flying to distant place.  Do we have souls inside the thunder?  Do we birth the day ahead.  In all the blatant and unforgiving, do we dream to fight the way.  To speak truth again.  To know the heart again.  The voice of angels inside our hearts, do we find prayer the way to start?  And then there is thunder, the small and loud thunder.  The rumble in the night.  The tumble in our fright.  There we roll out, on to a magical carpet.  And there we fly into the heavens.  And then we dream upon a star! (rumbling tears in heart swelling into eyes).  And our thunder carried us into the sky.   And the carpet gave us a ride.  And our tears seeded the sky.  And you know rainbows (swelling) they came out that day!  (swelling tears)  And the rainbows, that showed their display (tears) and we have a place to know, the glow of all the show.  And where we fly at night, our dreams carry us in delight.  If we remember that rainbows, always start in the thunder of the echoes.  And we fly to meet the dawning.  And we greet to meet the sunshine.   And seeds fall from above, the mighty stars that survive.  the humble and the child, where miracles are alive.  The thunder, the seeds of love that do grow.   The thunder, the place our souls they do grow and it's time to come towards the dance.  The eternal home of our land.   The motion of the stars at night, the heart of our feet in plight.  Over rolling hills we go.  Over rolling hills we go.   And into the rain we spawn our feet and our hearts find the wind to blow.

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Deep in the blue, there I will await you.  I will wait to the ends of the days, where my master of always.  It's the stream I know it's God.  My heart that longs and prods.  I shall be here inside the blue, the deep darkness who knows you! I await for you.  I push up to the view.  I hope you step the right way, to know God is here to stay.  I wait for you.  I wait for you.   I wait for you!  To show you thunder has a view...  I wait for you.  I say, you can dream too.  Just show up and find a way.  For God is here to stay....



Heart Song for Regina's Opera, Warrior Magenta person, Mother black nation. Woman
Title: Thunder that Seeds the Rainbows, the Tears of Cleansing, the Joy We Feel
Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, Elder Lavender Person, Father white nation. Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, Elder Crystal Person, father white child yellow nation. Woman, "Regina's Opera was not recorded, however, here the understanding was full of drama of the greatness of living. And we can never recover the song of the heart of Regina our beloved (in the wind), but we can swell our own heart being into riding the wave of contentment, towards the next joy or tears of pain that leads us, for this is the way home wards, towards the Rainbow's calling!"

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