Sid Sits Between The Trees Shows There Are Lights On Every Rainbow

Image at it's center is a cowboy with a buffalo/ox/horned herd.

Some days I find myself on a hedge (trimmed bush surrounding my garden of paradise). Don't know which wall to place my bets (four directions I lean upon). And I am wondering why I hurt myself. Just to find that I need forgive this place. Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the left, here I claim, the place of those who thought they were fame/stars. And I am sure I left my coat check, just to dash away un-kept (did not take the time to be grateful or bless, just wanted to run away from hate). Yet all my life I seek a revenge, now I let it go (forgive this growth). I want to find the rustling snow (crystalline beings of light on the rainbow trail).

*Left: Represents "all about intelligence" (light waves) and how it gets in the way of the heart. Left is the red road full of pits and damages, lessons for all. The Law of LOVE takes hold. However Jokers, clowns and fools are medicine people, who offer us a view, to change too. In order to heal the heart, "how foolish I have become in my part". Love is the way to save. I bow down to this daze/day.

Where I go, my life does find a weave (grandmother dreamspace, fields of dreams). So many to watch and take over pleased. Just don't understand, "We need every man, each woman, child needs a helping hand". Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the left, here I claim, witness to all that has been defamed (deflowered/mastered). Just one note to climb out of this hall (stone room), where mercy is not justice at all. Love can rule this place, yet which way can I find the wind that seems sow very cruel upon this waste? Now I tell you it's just a great fight, without anyone winning about the gripe (this is the red road of intelligence, who is better than thee). We are needing refuge from these seas, let us envision the galaxy. Let us envision permanently, that love is the refuge for you and me (unity rather than opposition and on the blue road again, the heavenly winds/wings). 

Lavender (holiness) embraced by Garden

There I look out into the valley below (the river of life). Just want to know if it's all sacred snow (rocks and stones). Which way should I fill up my head (intelligence)? Which way to sail away (to my dream)? I know it's headhunting (path I choose), jokers to the song (heart folds). Look at where we mow, all the green grass is ready to be sown. Yet everyone want to fight and to hate, instead of loving those who got home late. Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the left, here I am, visiting each sacred plan, to learn about the mortality of man. Listening to the waves. Listening to the seas. Hear I am, stuck inside of my own hands. I am trying to listen to my soul that commands. Yet as I sit here looking for this gold, my dreams just want to take hold. 

Heaven understand me, heaven plan a refugee who lands in the middle of the sand, with all those stones in my hands. And together the right (heavenly blue road of sound) and the left (earthly red road of color), will meet and greet as if we all did slept (awakened from a long slumber). Jokers to the left of me, Clowns to the right, now I am going to get healed upon my heart, when the clown (kachina/medcine) knows it's religious part. Heal all the people down on the land, where they need loving hands. 

Clowns on the right of me. Jokers on the left. Here we go, flowing to and fro. Now I have got it, it's bowing straight (wiggling to and fro/wave like, just like rowing a canoe, to flow straight ahead). I am a skater who isn't late. I am speeding down the track. And I don't have any tact/tack (horse tackle allowing me to ride and hold onto my soul, have not learned to sing yet). Sow I am going to find all those seeds (of LOVE) and plant them down to stop all our enemies. Seeds grow up big and strong, fasten all around and hold man down upon, the lands that are seed/ed, to become the wasteland that breathes (finally grows up, because it was tended by hands who cared and was aware, love did knead the growth).

Violet colored Texas Sage Hedge

And when we understand this goal. Then we can find the way to solid gold. And our dreams will all be tethered in our hands (united together). And the reins will be shut away as told (directing others about), yet we will be like children needing a scold (still needing direction, this is why a Great Circle heals and bellows out to find the gold, wisdom that was told, tales that showed). Sow (plant those seeds of love) just if you don't understand. We need all of human man. We need all of the children who sow. We need all of the animals that glow. And when all is back to seed, we need you and me, just in time to watch it all grow. Just in time to shuttle to and fro. Just in time to wander with a face that is shining all over the place. 

Lavender hedge

Smiles to the left of me, Healers to the right. I can say with pride, all those Jokers and Clowns did not hide. They made me look straight ahead, until I could find a way to listen to my head (to be proud of myself). There I had a witness, listen to the heart and that's the way I go, down into the heart of gold. Yes, that's the way I go, just to hold you real close. Yes, that's the way I go, to know you need me to show, all the forgiveness this world need heal/heel, to make us all part of this wheel. Clowns to the left of me. Jokers to the right. Hear I stand, waiting for mortal man. Here I stand, to make amends all over this land. Here/hear I stand, the hoops will beam over this land.

Let us pray, all will be healing rays. I bow down with my rays. Heaven help us all be saved.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings from the heart of Relative Sid Sits Between The Trees . This is her Sacred Song Blessing. Relative Sid is a violet child, teaching everyone how to forgive a cruel world, in order for all our enemies to find refuge in the arms of heaven.

Relatives, Often I find a few words from old songs that ring similar to the Sacred Song Blessings. This one passage, "Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here I am, Stuck in the middle with you" is a message sent from God (voice of relative Sid, the violet child), where we are all stuck in the middle between the trees (leaning on each other), learning how to fly free, with our hearts that offers to us liberty. We find that healing rays of light, helps heal the stuckness and gathers others together to slip on through, like a slipstream, all the rows aligned and glows. It's amazing, how each child of the rainbow has so very much to teach the rest of us. We bow with our Relative Sid, the violet child/pipe keeper/high priest who shows us that blessing, forgiving and healing this land, will make LOVE rule this land.  

White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder of the Rainbow Clan

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel
http://youtu.be/DohRa9lsx0Q (Lyrics enclosed)

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.

Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....

Trying to make some sense of it all,
But I can see that it makes no sense at all,
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,
'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore
Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....

Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you,
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
Stuck in the middle with you.

All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us

in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!

  

New moon December 2, 2013 05:22:19 PM

 New moon January 1, 2014 aligning with the sun

Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.

 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child. 

(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)

Image of many fields streaming by Rainbow Mother Yaniv, streaming stones among the mountain tones and buried bones, the Suns are born (children of the rainbow clan, all our relatives, the spacial fields).

Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, you and you and you and you and me too. There are only a few more New Moons (re/birthing) to go, until we start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014). We need you to share and shine, to bring in wine, tears divine. We send greetings and blessings as we join together in this dance, the Holy Ghost, the Spiritual toast, we greet you to the sky and back to the why, where we say, forgiveness is treasures, let joy overcome. Tonight it's a way to let love under ONE. We cherish this world, because we are SUNS, each child, each enemy, each parent with a child. All the the little creatures, the rocks and the sticks. All the little varmints (rats, social interrogatory) which pick up the holy wicks (spat, now let's go to work), sparking the willing to have faith in a song, where are all together, moving along. We send blessings in this song. Let your hair down, sing and dance abound. For it's the spiritual soul within that leads and says, Holy to my Spirit, for I am going to bloom. I will share with this world. I will shine until NOON (inner brightest like a Star). We will become treasures when we pray along, together in a song, all together God's ONE. All the little spiders, who weave us to cradle the song. Telling us a story, that look out, watch the bones. There planted deeply a treasure under the stone, if we look closer, we might want to shown, love gifts and hooves (kicks and shoves, like parents on a rug).  

Bowing with all our Relatives, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Event: Ghost Walk, the New Moon Dance

(Monthly three day gathering with the family and friends, relatives in the winds)
Official Title: Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony”

Dance when heat and cold (mist/smoke of the ghost) find each other bold, binding to bring in the new, the ghost dance comes to infuse, the soul has risen, awaken and driven, the heavenly soul does reign. Renegades put on your shelter (warriors uniform, buffalo armor, rainbow colors purified), because it's turning to helter skelter (confusion and frenzy, bubbling up the soul does reign).  White Buffalo Calf Woman sings

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Image by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!

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!

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!

Golden Child Claire and White Buffalo Calf Woman Share, Where Validation Leads the Impaired!

Golden Child Calls all through the Stream

White Buffalo Calf Woman chats: We must learn the heavenly skills of validation (echo), embracing and fighting for love.
Golden Child Claire chats: Praise that!
White Buffalo Calf Woman: Yes. You move, through dark and light (golden and gray, part of her rainbow colors).
Golden Child Claire:  This has been part of the lesson cycle I have been experiencing over the past 2 years.
White Buffalo Calf Woman: Heaven reverberates, which means to echo. When one validates, one echoes or calls out. This is what golden are supposed to teach the children as father is in the house. When you call out, all come. You radiate light outwards like a signal. This signal that journeys in all directions at one time (the all around, the sonic booming sound). This is a skill of heaven that the younger bodies do not know. We are young souls and old bodies (crystal and golden children). The ones are older souls, primary colors and young bodies. They are young bodies of light with older souls and they have been abusing the children. But we are older bodies and it's our job to teach them how to walk right with our hearts. Always, we are younger and older to all beings. We can always share knowledge and learn, when an exchange happens. This only occurs when one validates, reverberates and breaths. An older man who is married 50 years says, "Stay in the room!" We say (rainbow warriors of prophecy), "Walk towards!"

Golden Child Claire:  Yes!

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  I bless the nine directions in waves and waves of pain, that you sustain (golden child of heaven). I light this pipe to shatter your heart (cosmic flight on the crystalline dust), because the children need a lesson to bring, if hope is what they want this day, then teach them how to play. Demand they act right when wrong, but validate all they say to claim, because their hearts too need validation, we are all going through the same dream.
Golden Child Claire:  I am with you. Yes we must learn the blue road.

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  You carry grandmother gray twice (darkness, where as golden is lightness). This means the wind blows through you and you deny (all those feelings which need an embrace, without a trace, for darkness moves in mysterious ways). Instead get angry (with loving intentions, to resolve the broken heart, the dart aiming for your heart is relieved by sharing a heart that needs or to lean towards, with validation or repeating the voice of others, to say you belong to the tree, not just me). 

Golden Child Claire:  

I have worked through to understand this in my life.

Does that make me a grandmother (gray child, darkness)?

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Now your inner most color is golden, you are the golden child.  My golden child (lightness).

Golden Child Claire:   :) (smiling face)

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  I love you.

Golden Child Claire: I love you also!

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  When we bless with fire, usually cleanses the walker by (who affected us). We did not notice, who just dumped their impure into us (unknowingly, because we simply share space together). Right! Dumping all over us, their impureness (one who does not cleanse the inner world of our heart, heavenly space, grandmother's trace, weaving destiny for all to bee, dreaming free. They lose their way, because they no longer display heavenly characteristics of a child, the child who is innocently free to express the heart for all to see, part of God's kingdom of heavenly trees, each of us being the leaves, kinsmen who care to achieve sound body and mind, when love binds).
Golden Child Claire:  I bow in gratitude to you this day White Buffalo Calf Woman, you have helped me so much!
White Buffalo Calf Woman: We must tell them to bless and demand they bless. To be responsible for their own space, our dream space. I bow to you too.  Once we make it simple (8 fire blessings per day and when we feel we need to purify the space around us), it's a cinch. But making it a reality (heaven, blue road on earth, red road), is the fire blessing. Putting away shame and blame. And using forgiveness, like us kids from heaven do without even thinking about it. They are having a bad day, we know it. But now we are going to do something about it. We are not taking your abuse, because Mom and Dad are back, the Rainbow child and Golden child.
Golden Child Claire:  You said, "But now we are going to do something about it."
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Yes, we are going to walk towards.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes, walk towards.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  And give them our 2 cents worth (our opinion, after validation, the spiritual embrace of the blue road). Instead of allowing them to abuse us.
Golden Child Claire:  This brings tears to my eyes, a relief, and you have pegged it correctly.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  We will stand up, because we love them like our children.
Golden Child Claire:  When I feel angry, I push it inwards, and I have hurt myself with this before (yes, usually on the red road of earth, but blue road of heaven walks towards the broken heart).
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  We validate and then let them have it.
Golden Child Claire:  Ha! I am learning to open, you have taught me how to be a better Mother to not just my child but to those souls who I had called towards me who abused me.
White Buffalo Calf Woman: Thats it. But watch yourself. I have to be told to validate too. It's not natural or us.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes, I am so thankful to have come home to you. I feel the embrace! I am ready and will start my fire blessings.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  It's not natural for us. We tend to go to defense, rather than validate. Validate says, I heard you. That's it. It's the exchange, where true love lives.  Golden teaches the call out, to exchange and to lean on me.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  I am so thankful I have come home to you.
Golden Child Claire:  But for some reason, I have called out of a place of hurt, and drawn other hurt souls to me, in the past.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  But this is love. Love suffers. We endure for those who do not know how.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes, I have felt that.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Love is law on the red road. We who know humility, which we now know means the bow, are the children of heavenly true blue, on the blue road. We move from light red road, back to water blue road and to and fro, and away we go.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  This motion of moving like a snake, is the law of love. We unite the two roads together and this is called the spirit or journey on the yellow road. This is the wonderful part.
Golden Child Claire:  The yellow brick road! :)
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  We are leaving only earth (second phase) to heaven and earth (third phase) and later we will be on the road of only heaven (fourth phase). And we will be out of balance once more but we are now entering heaven and earth, the fable.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes, I feel blessed to be here at this time.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  What our eternal souls dream for, search for, yearn for in all our wildest dreams. Yes, yellow brick road. the dream does flow. upon the colored lights we do know and grow our hearts billow forth, to out weather the course, to seek new ground, the fable and the farm. I feel you sailing over vast seas. Ready for your song now?  We did get side tracked, but that's the yellow path to and fro. So my beloved, shall we sing for you?
Golden Child Claire:  Yes, the yellow!  I am ready!

Sacred Song Blessing from the Heart of Golden Child Claire

Mary Poppins, quite contrary, my heart sails to meet the Mary. There I sail upon the billowed sails (I see a woman flying with an umbrella) to grow and yearn of stories told.  My longing brings me in the wind. I do belong to this charm again. Here we go ~~~~~~~ billows told ~~~~~~~~ we are going to break the winds in the sails today. Thunder rolls, heaven knows Mommy is coming so let's us bow on our knees. And it's time, for us to dine, to bring in heaven back into the winds. And foretold, heaven knows, it's the place we gain to be with relative leaves.



Now it's time, for us to chime, for it's what we do and how we survive. I do know, we do grow, my heart longs to be with you again (cat Swimming Ice greeted me when walking into the room, I turn to look at the cat, the stream knowing of motion we share).  And she leans on smithereens (cosmic crystalline dust blowing in the wind and Gaelic term "smidirin", root "smiodar", a collection of small fragments considered as a whole), the place I am going to believe.  Now it's time, to bring in the limes (sour pusses), to sweeten all those hearts with a little love. 


[Claire Davies:  My cat has been around me all morning and is outside guarding the house in the sun (the stream of knowing is shared, to be aware, the cat does dare).]

And we grow, to ever know, it's got to be, free to believe our heart this day. And it's time, we being, to share our heart in the world again. We believe and it's our k/needs that bring us back together in the wind.


Heaven rolls, to fill billows told. Let's go sailing and have a long ride. There we will meet, oh so ever sweet, the many relatives on the k/new shores. Colors told, ever bold, stories remain the same but always caring sharing rainbows. And it's we, we are the sweet, when we remember to give each a treat.


(beat changes descending) We are the place in time we flow, it's what our heart do know and grow. Lean on love or you may die, because it's not worth all those knives. And I say this to you once this day, because I want you to always stay. Our hearts need each and everyone, because we are under the same sun.


Let's be aware of time. Let's be aware this time. Let's be aware for our lives. Let's be aware to share our strifes. And I know it's heaven on the run, but we are hear/here right under the sun. And I want you to know of true love. I want you to feel my love. Come on home to my heart. Call on home, don't depart. I will be here to open your heart. I will share all that's important that darts. And we will survive my love. We will gain knives that share. We will have happiness again, because we did bless the wind.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: Whoo hoo! You tell them girl (woman child).
Golden Child Claire:  You are so wonderful!
White Buffalo Calf Woman: So are you, my beloved. That's your heart I sing for.
Golden Claire: May I tell you something that you just stuck upon? I know!!!!!! I love you!
White Buffalo Calf Woman: Yes of course.
Golden Child Claire: Thank you!!!
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Laughter, yes, we know true love. You are welcome. I am so happy you stopped by (google chat for the hoops).
Golden Child Claire: Me too! You used knives twice.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Yes, once to harm, once to share. I will interpret to be aware. We must reverberate it right, not light (left), in other words the heart in known.
Golden Child Claire:  You spoke of knives twice, and a man that I love gave me a set of knives and then a pair of shears. The golden shears! 
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Wow. See you are to teach the use of knives. I can imagine (this dream story).  [I just though about your echo. Twice I thought you were asking a question, but you were making a statement, the echo (this is the purpose of the golden child and knowledge of the soul who reaches out for gathering, to lean on one another, true brotherhood). Next time, I will take note of your perfect echo of heaven, "Shout Out", rainbow warriors of prophecy are home now! Aho (may the spirit fly) my love.]
Golden Child Claire:  He gave me these things after we were no longer coupled.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Ah, he knew something to show you the way, for you are the teacher of sharing.  The Golden child shares. This is brotherhood, when we share we know relative space (Einstein's relativity).
Golden Child Claire: (smiling big) Thank you so very much, I love you.
White Buffalo Calf Woman: Yes. My deer (on the journey), [deer (loved), deer/dear (journey of love, the singularity)] over the rainbow glow (nine sacred directions we bless with fire/smudge).
Golden Child Claire: Yes. 
White Buffalo Calf Woman: What happened just a moment ago. You are not breathing right.
Golden Child Claire: I thought about the man I mentioned.
White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Breath, bless with fire if you have it. Oh, I sea we went to his heart. And he took your breath away. Ah. Breathe, I say, "Breathe". That's the flight.
Golden Child Claire:  Yes.  I will bless with fire (to bless him). Thank you, it makes my heart open and break.
White Buffalo Calf Woman: Yes, I can feel it's soaring/soring (pain). Let us bless him this moment.
Golden Child Claire: Yes, I have been through a lot in a short time, okay, I am with you.

~ White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings ~ 

I light this fire to bless this soul, who lost his way to heaven knows, but we love him on his path (man who gifts the knives), even if he runs out of gas (and is blind, unable to sea clearly from his heart, while the journey stops, startled others are flowing by). And when the soul finds love it's worth, we hope he bows down of course, to know of true love is the course, the path to love that leads off the worst (walking the right way, with love as law, finds happiness in the end). I bless his feet where he may walk. I bless his words that they may shutter. I bless the kindness that lives within him, to bring him back home to the wind. I bless sacred nine it's true, for he is part of the sacred blue. Aho, it's true. We bless you always we renew!


Holiness David Running Eagle goes on the hunt (locating her heart spiritually), beating the drum for her heart (radiating love towards Golden Child Claire) and others who are sharing dream space (grandmother gray or dark space of heaven, the blue road, the dream world and the spider who weaves us together on the blanket of many colors), relative's grace. Let us have a taste of good old fashioned love in our hearts, by doing our part! "In the end, I looked around and I found peaceful love", says Holiness David, as he shouts out, "Love is everywhere! Sometimes you got to look under rocks and leaves before you find it."

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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!

Claudia Shines A Light From Within, the Blue Rainbow Where Heaven Begins!

What comes to me this day, I just want to say.  I hear so many drums (heart beats of everyone), I can't distinguish every one (bang together as one).  There I go outside to play, but it seems miracles fly away (where did they go?). And the soul wants to peek within, to shine a light to alleviate sin (true blue, the heart of the world shine from within). We come upon a distant shore, I wonder how will they adore (love one another)?  And if they will have open arms?  Or do they just expect harm?  I wish I could hug everyone, just to show them, we live under One Sun (embrace of the atmosphere or sky).  And if I could learn to leap and play, in a world, that seems in such decay . . . (dreaming).

There is a shore that I come upon (a place in time, evolution unblinds and vision appears/sears, concealed appears), waiting for all to shine a Sun(a light from within shines, I am a Sun Dance).  But they don't look inside to sea, instead they think it's all blindness as should be/e (look the other way, don't believe for great dreams are impossible). But dreams don't happen this place, this way.  Dreams are bigger and need safe refuge to play. And  we are coming to a kingdom where everyone, shall know of God (voice and song), who lives under the Sun (one home).

Miracles do come I do treasure this gold (brotherhood paves with gold, calling each other to shout and be heard).  Miracles seem rarer than even gold (abundance shared, the flow of the river of life).  Yet diamonds seem to be a dozen and a pair (crystalline form is everywhere, just have to bless and you are there). I just don't understand how things (who or what) make it rare.  What I see everyday is magic colors that dance.  And I know it's a prancing romance (love lives in the air).  If you could only glisten from within (soul's numinous), then you could sea (vision with a heart), the miracle again.  But it seems you are too busy to be still, to listen to the wind and it's will (bow to the will of the rainbow, all great and small, just bless to ensure good counsel) . I wonder how will you know what God (Oneness) is (how will you find your way if you don't pray)?  I wonder how you will feel proud within (know where to go)?

But I know, I will bow to anyone (submit to humility for heavenly blue and stand up for fire blessings the earthly red or up and down, the wave form, the journey we share).  I know I will lean into the sun (rainbow colors everyone). I know, I am a rainbow (luminous, fire, red) and a cloud (numinous, water, blue).  I can fly high, and even low (perfect wave). Where my soul flies, I am a sacred rainbow. Where my soul goes, my love is always born (yellow united blue and red roads, dreams are free).  And if you do hold onto my hands, we can fly in the winds and make romance (love dance done by warriors of the rainbow when they greet, meet and gather). We can share the story of love everywhere.  We can share the mighty rainbow has no compare (compare not perfection). And heaven lives inside of me and you (our souls, that fly in the winds).  All you have to do is believe it's true (have faith).

All you have to do is bow to the blue (heavenly soul inside me and you, the heart, the spirit, the perfect and rare).  All you have to do is know Gods (many spirits fly in the wind, all relatives/parts of the Oneness) is in you (within the wind).  All you have to do is live on love this day (red road portrays, law of love stands up to say), because each and everyone needs to play (rejoice, know joy, the treasure has come, because love has won/one, over the waves). 

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother (crystal, yellow, green, gray) and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star your Father Red Hand (lavender, yellow, aqua, gray) for the Heart of Claudia and her Sacred Song Blessing shares a path to know Rainbow Colors. Her rainbow colors are blue (eldest inner color, a blue person), yellow overlay, golden (outer color seen by others first), gray (darkness, unseen, yet shared by all, we call grandmother space, where the spider weaves the web and destiny is at the bend).

Beloved Claudia, As a blue person, the heart of the world rests upon them and I mean literally, as light is reflected back off the waters of all the blue of Mother Earth, to gift the illusion of rainbow colors.  We depend on and need the blue people to know we have a heart.  Indigo persons (prophets and great teachers), the perfect soul warrior must and I repeat must stay near a blue (person), in order to fly perfectly true.  The blue road of heaven, seeks refuge, but can only find it in relatives who are purified and true to the heavenly blue.  In a world, where all are seeking, but not finding, it's a heart like a blue person, who journeys like a wave from shore to shore or heart to heart to serve others in the community at large.  As the golden outer overlay that shines to others first, her one concern is to share brotherhood and to call all creatures great and small back home into the pure house of heaven, the winds of time. And as part of the yellow family (we move onto the yellow rolling hill in time), walking towards is taking the first difficult step towards the heart of others.


Dreams in flight, yellow knows plight (go through). Dreams on our feet, golden knows complete (return). Adorn the soul, then billow with the winds, time will trickle a little bit in; even if we are blind to our sins. Flow with the blue, the river that sheds, rainbow colors to all heaven above and shadows below, even the red.  Let the fire come home to us, sow all will shed rainbows true, the heart of the magical muse (healing the heart)! 


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings for Claudia's rainbow colors, healing the heart of the muse!

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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!