Lift Your Heart Up to Seek

There is a valley below, to touch the heart and make it glow. There is a valley long ago, come around the bend to bow. There is a valley tall and wide, inside of heaven that makes us smi/te (smi: sincere, like a sun, brotherhood)/(smite: a forceful feeling). The place within our heart dew sing, to bring about everything. And if we choose to find our love, then we roll over to be a glove (fit together closely, aligned and at peace). When we choose love that fills our heart, we are seeking the royal part (kingsmen, kinsmen, relatives on the tree of life). The song that leads us to and fro, to bring a dream home (the yellow road, paradise begins).


Lift up your heart. Know the sacred part. Think about what you do, then don't find a view (it's not about intelligence on the red road), but then you feel it all, it starts (on the blue road your heart knows). Learning to trust the human race, depends on if we bow to this grace (each has a feeling, and we must learn to validate each other at all cost).  And when we follow the stars above, then we bow down to gift our arc. Rainbow children lead us forth, into the heavens, that's the course. And now it's time to bend and bow, around the river, we are all holy cows (sacred four directions that house the soul). And if our souls could speak up and show the wave, we would be all living in perfect haze (dreaming state awaken). 


Let us find a way to lift our heart and say, that "love will rule the waves today". And when we find a course, we stick to love that's north (shining star that leads us forth), that's what we do portray. But now it's time to look the other way (south to bow).  And down below in the valley it's full of leaves (relatives who have fallen, like the star, whope meaning the fallen star, those who have joined the great give-a-way, bowing to love all the waves). Down in the valley all is born to grieve (tears to feed the oceans of time). Yet in this despair, life begins, the tears do gift us love (feed the roots on the tree of life), to live without sin (we forgive).  And there is a sign, to bring our heart to sublime (shining stars). And shining from within, the soul is learning how to grin.



My brother sister, look at me (a bright fallen star).  My brother sister, help me to seek (to find my way). My brother sister, I adore. Because I know you are the open door. (You are the greatness that is those or from many, a star from heaven on your toes, walking a path. And through you, I will find my way to last, eternity will be shown and grown.)

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums for the heart that needs lifting up to see, the great dreaming we all seek. We bow to the sacred nine directions and bless and pray, all will be fulfilled to save, each fallen star.
 

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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!

Grandmother Going Places asks, "Tell Me Children, Where Do We Go?"

Grandmother Going Places sings to us after a frustrating week, when a heart was tearing and in need. Grandmother needed to relieve, the soul, who did not know the rules of love, or how to validate the show with the embrace only Grandmother can share, the story teller who knows, the to and fro, heaven and earth it does know.  I travel over rolling hills, waves of light we fill, oh Grandmother hold us close!  Your devoted servant sings, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter.

Feel my heart I will start.  Take a walk around the block.  There I will stand, to hold your hand.  Follow me, eternity, Greatness folds inside of me.  Feel the heart, my destiny.  Greet the soul, set me free.  Live my life, forever flee (freedom) in the wind, running over all this sin.

Walk this way.  Open up heaven's doors.  Feel my heart all the way.  There I dance to sing your song.  There my heart does get along.   Raptures delight away from fright.  Listen stories, I carry the key.  Open your heart I will heal your pain.  Find the soul and you will gain.

Glory Bee (dream the impossible dream), the heart of thieves (impure behaviors), those who capture all the leaves (relatives). I understand.  I will walk upright into your heart.  I will understand.  Freak on me.  Feel the breeze (slam the heavenly door in the face). 

This will resolve all you will see (intelligence), until you find a heart that believes (wisdom). And I will be there for the thief (time in dream space) and turn all around into magical belief.  And we shall walk into gardens bloom, where all does shine real soon.  Love my children, that's the key, don't be left behind, instead practice being blind (faithful, devout), so bright is your inner light.  Let it shine like the moon (reflect off the blue).  And we will walk down into the valleys real soon, the shadows will learn to loom (weave together), with our true love, we bring, to groom.

Sacred Song Blessings Begins for the Heart of Grandmother Going Places.

Tell me children, where do go?  I want to hold you instead of scold.  Tell me children lift up your heart.  Gift me a song and enter paradise.  What's wrong children?  I adore, but you seem to want even more.  I got your heart and it belongs to you.  I got one dream it's the heart that runs free.  So my little children I adore.  Give me glory, fill me more.  You don't have to follow me, but you do have a need.  Dream my child and you will be free.  Dream my child and you will sea.  I am glory when I sea your face, knowing you found your human race.

Hold on tight, feel the heart inside.  Hold on tight, don't give me alibis.  Instead let's dream, come fly with me.  Oh my children can't you sea (vision with a heart).  There is so much magic in the air, but you feel with so much despair and I want to feel the soul inside.  I want  you to know how good is pride.  You need only listen to the soul and you'll realize you are bold.

Come hold my hands and we'll fly free.  Come understand and it's a new land.  Liberty comes when you bless a heart.  I know glory is not apart (separated).  But it's radiance comes with your glow, oh my children remember your told (stories shared from old).  Dream forever.  Dream and Bee free oh my children hold on to me. *•♫♪♥♪♫•* *•♫♪♥♪♫•*

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, a  crystal person, heaven's door, and Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, a lavender person, paradise's gate,  for the Heart of Grandmother Going Places, a gray person, heaven and earth space, often referred to as Grandmother Space, we all share in our dreams. Rainbow Colors of the Rainbow Clan. Receive your sacred song blessings, by emailing and requesting from whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com

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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Song for the Pipe

when the pipe comes in your heart and knows where Mother is then we will fly to the heavens and see where god begins, so reach in your heart and find the way, just reach in your heart and sing. speak all the ones who are elder and true, find their way find their heart that is blue,when we know the song of all the waters that are pure, and the song of all the breathers that flow. and when smoke that arises from mother bosoms heart, bless the sacred space that always knows the way, so heaven when we mistake each other, when we don't know our sacred way, let us help to receive our brothers and our sisters who are pure. let them know that each other is only if you both walk on inside your heart is where we sang upon the road, let us remember this heart we stand, let us remember this one we make our way. let us remember god 's mighty hand and the sacred way of the fire pure, of the sacred way of the blue that's pure of the tears that flow for our bounty knows the way.

Prayer to Heaven and Earth, the Nine Sacred Directions 

each time a fire is lit, including the Pipe!

To the East and the West. To the North and the South. To the Up and the Down. To the Sacred all around. To the heartbeat and breath, I gift all my sacredness. I receive my life for thee. Forever in the breeze!

Just taking a Walk through Space Grandmother, "Where are we going?"

I tell you truly the sun does rise, to bring the heart of our surmise, the grandest show we ever did sea, the vision of rainbows within you and me. I come to tell you we are a song, the greatest miracle left undone. But all we have to do, is share our songs, the living and giving of the receiving sun. My heart of Grandmother Going Places I do gift, the heart of what door do you gift? And when you choose to outweigh the sun, to be the setting of heaven's rungs, there will be standing the sacred circle of fun, the destiny of loving, that comes home when we run. Come child, into my arms, where Grandmother will hold you until the "DAWN".

 

Posted by whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com at 3:25 PM

Grandmother Going Places asks, "Tell Me Children, Where Do We Go?"

Buffalo Magic Hear Me Roar, Kevin Speaks to our Hearts, It's Magic and I Adore!

Kevin (born of fire, royal oath, gentle, lovable, handsome) Buffalo (four sacred directions) Magic (birth, death that drives the entire form, the cycle of life, sublimation and transformation),  Rumble (deep, long, rolling sound of the Red Road, the law of love and the voice of God speaks to know the heart keeps, the unrest, the place of perfect gratitude, when the song is always heard.) Roar (to be heard, the song of the buffalo storm, migration), Dakota Brother (wind that blows, the cycle that knows),  Rainbow Colors are violet, aqua, golden, gray.  Kevin has Chippewa, Choctaw, Dakota, Mohawk, Renegade River, Serra Apache, Navajo, Iroquois by marriage an influence, this root's children contain.  The trail of blood, migration path.  Vision: NE USA west, south, SW.  Zig Zag, the path of the snake, the law of love.

Kevin Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, the Priests Sings, his Heart, a Sacred Song Blessing

Buffalo magic hear me Roar.  Buffalo magic I adore.  Buffalo home is where we store, the magic of love, the magic we adore.  Come let's dance the night away.  Come let's play and make some hay (golden fields of dreams, hey-the brotherhood greeting).  Come let's be the heart of the knees.  The joint that always finds harmony (bend at a turn, run fold and lead). 

I'm your savior if you believe, because I love you throughout your needs (I will help you find your way, the army of God is here to stay).  I will stand upon the hill (in the light of day, I will be the walking talking way).  I will make a hand unheard (allowing other hearts to speak, the embrace of the flesh, the knowing and understanding).  I will follow you through the days.  Buffalo Magic is here to stay.  Buffalo Magic adores your waves.

It's time to miracles across the land. It's time for warriors to make a stand.  It's time we sing and let it out.  Buffalo Thunder, that's where it's at.  Buffalo Rumble across the plains, heaven is calling very plane (flight of the soul).  Come let's journey to and fro, the heart knows where the soul does go.  Buffalo magic hear my voice.  Buffalo magic is here of course.  Buffalo rumble the skies in herds.  Buffalo horns (forced unification, when the only choice is law of love, this happens when a person gets lost being others, and to return to harmony and love, the heart must be united with a fight.  It is the only fight.  To fight for love and unite broken hearts) that's what I heard.

What's a miracle without my love?  What's a diamond (crystalline stone structure of perfection, whether it be the flesh or the soul, it's the perfect blessings that show, when journey is eternal and evolution grows, the flower unfolds) without the curds (the parts of a whole, cycle of tears, from drops of rain upon a rainbow, to streams, rivers, oceans, steam, fog, sky, clouds, back to rain, the tears always knows how to cleanse and gain)?  What's the hell (fire purification) inside of you, if you don't long for a better view?  Sow (plant your seeds and watch them grow) come let's plow through.  

Hear my calling in all the land (Mother Earth).  Hear the hope that's near our hands (Heart expression of love, when giving is understood). Hear the wise men who prophesize Buffalo's calling, it's time to rise.  Buffalo's calling it's heroes stride. 

Which way do you go when you're down?  Which way do you flow when you frown? Which way are your tears too long?  Buffalo magic will save the flow, the heart always knows (sniffling nose, the leaky faucet syndrome-drip, drip, drip, cleansing of the heart and pitter patter of the rain, the bridge to and fro, over the horizon we do know).  I will stand there when you are down.  I will stand there when you frown.  I will stand there when tears do flow.  buffalo Magic always knows, the heart is forever changing to and fro, the longing of a better life for all to grow.

There I stand upon the race (lights flowing, to reach a goal, men race to find the sacred rainbow).  The place Man makes up to stupefy (amazement, the dream to out do, the competition to grow) his face (to bee proud of accomplishments of knowledge and creation).  Look in the mirror and  what do you sea, it's the heart and reflection of a leaf (relative on the tree of life, we are the repetition of the beloved show, the four sacred ages, that forever bellow, but it just feels good, the cycle of life, the lessons, our treasures to always explore). Remember we all need.  We are part of the greater tree (micro and macro).  Buffalo homes belong to everyone.  It's the hide that seems so blind, but it's rainbow colors do exclaim, "I'm the buoyancy of a clown".  I will show you how it's done.  The magic of a miracle in a smile.  The magic of love that's true and proud (wild flowing river that knows and grows, evolutions unfolding).   Buffalo Magic I do roar, to speak the heart of those who ignore.  I will drum the hand of God.  I will hold the thunder roar.  I will cleave to every heart, for my love extends to where it smarts (sting).  My love will follow all the hearts.

Give me sugar (sweet).  Give me lime (sour).  Give me purification every time (blessings that cleanse both the soul and flesh).  Give me fire and water too, because life grows form this sacred view.  Because my heart will speak for you.  Give me chlorine (an element, a rock, a liquid that rises as gas, it cleans water, and blasts and blasts, ridding of harmful bacteria, here there is transformation from bad to good, the beginning of pureness, that's understood, it's a blessing that gifts man's heart to good) to lead the land.  Give me your headaches I will understand.  Give me hope to make a stand.  Hear I call to all the world.  Here I find the thunder herd (rainbow children).  Hear my heart I speak about love, the spiritual element that clouds ride on.  The dragon who breathes fire.  The wisdom of heavenly clowns.  

I come with Buffalo Magic of the rumbling horns (battle to unite broken hearts, as parts of a whole, the belong together, love leads the way), the unification that makes a stand, the heart that never rests but rest assured.  I will fight to make you heard.  I will give you a staff (uniting factor, the tree trunk, represents the binding factor of heavenly leaves, our relatives and earthly roots our home, on the tree of life, the law of love) to lean on.  I will fall down with you.  Let us pray, for God's good words. Let us hear the calls and cries.  Buffalo Magic knows I will die to fight for you, to defend you to bring you home.  My love is truer than the clouds.  Eternal blowing I do recall and my love rides before this call (long wave in front of the pack, the red road, the law of love).

Come let's be the hands of God (brotherhood) embracing each other and practicing wisdom.  Allow the heart to speak in pain, then release and make it's gain.  There we follow the generous skies, the heart of longing and asking why.  Remember evolution has come to our hearts, healing all the perfect parts, healing all the smarts (sting of the bee, the impossible dream we do fly in glee).  Hear the thunder, hear us roar, the army of heaven has come home for more (to settle the score).  We the people know a better way.  It's written across our hearts today.  It's the soul that longs to make a display, the beauty, the magic of transforming eyes, the vision of a heart that's always wise. 

Give and honor everyone.  Receive blessings under the Sun.  Take the bounty and share the wealth, because our heats need us to be a part.  Part of creation (magic of reality, treasures from earth), part of doom (lessons, joy and pain, treasures from heaven), part of the sacred loom (the weaving of the sacred blanket of love, four corners of a rainbow heart, the land upon which our rolling hills, the empty space that allows the soul to bee, the flight of a magical tree, the soul that can dream).

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, elder lavender person, fire purification of holiness. 

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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!

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!"