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!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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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!
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Jeff Siegfried (Roar of the Buffalo Horn) Battles for the Golden Rule, Where Heavenly Gates Appear!

There are sailing shores to sea (vision of the heart). I am open to all of the breeze. Come walk with me today. I will show you the way. Making honey out of bumble bees, thinking always it's what it seems. Don't you stop and listen to this hum, it's a place, where we begun.

There are days, when I don't want to get up. When so many don't think of drinking from their cup (spiritual cup of gratitude). It's a golden world, when we do swirl (evolution bound). Thank you for filling me up.  It's time to listen to this cup (god's heavenly soul, blowing in the wind, contents of a cup).

And if you must walk away, just remember, my heart will pray.  I will think of golden waves, that find your heart always.  And if we did make this mark, can we find a will to start?  I seek the highest ground for you, where snow (blessing of the perfect form, prayer cloth) gifts us a view.  God is here inside of you.

Now we know, thunder is alive.  Now we know, it's all a good strive. Now we know, heaven's gates will appear, because we are here, to believe, yes, believe. We are here to achieve.  Whence came the golden rule, shadows are no fools. Give your love to everyone, because it's time to know the sun. Love is here your mighty gun. Let's blow them away. Put up your sails and pray.

Here we battle for good and bad, but what if we threw it all away, instead let us fight for love in our hearts, rather who is wrong or right, let us battle for the golden rule.  Reigning over this kingdom, God is here inside of man.  Do you sense the golden rule, the heart that knows how to bend, the bow of a grateful man.

Lift up your feet, hold on to me. We are going for a ride. Can you feel the wind blow? Can you feel my push go? (   breath  ) Can you feel the wisdom in your soul?  I say, it's king's reign, where all is true trains/tranes
* (young horse or the child within, the soul who offers wisdom to train others to be a knight, pull behind you, just like children). It's a place, where Love rules the land. And if we do flow, over river that do glow, how will we find a will to understand ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ we fight to remeant (coming back; returning), we fight to commend (worthy, entrust), we fight to gift again (give our hearts away).

Now, we are walking tall. Now we say, it's time to fall (prayer, bow in humbleness like the rainbow). Put down your weapons!  Pick up your sword (sever ignorance with your voice), fight ignorance and make your self heard. Fight ignorance, lift up the world (give them a better world).  Fight ignorance, hold the heart near (instead of afar).

Fight to win(d) (soul and heart is set free, united in heart, no separation when an embrace is used). Fight again, but always to make amends (to make changes, to amend, negotiate and/or reparation if necessary)! Always to unite broken hearts again! Uniting all in the wind.
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*Surname Note: De'Travernent/Tranent/Ternent/Trane. Tranent in East Lothian was give to Thorn Filius Swani De'Travernent, a French Knights Templar in 1127 in a Charterby King David 1 of Scotland who came to the Throne in 1124. Thank you Chevalier Denis De'Travernent.


**We are family, united in one blue sea (blue road), royal blue of me and you (heaven's wind), the true (relatives), rainbow clan who demand, love take the stand.



White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star for the Heart  Song of Jeff Seigfried "Roar of the Buffalo Horn. Rainbow colors golden (call of brotherhood), rainbow (law of love, red robe, reverberation), blue (heart of the world), gray.

Siegfried is of Old German origin, and the meaning of Siegfried is "peace of victory". Derived from the Germanic elements sigu "victory" and frid "peace". Powerful silence leads to peaceful victory. This is the empty space of heaven. Norse mythology comes from the northernmost part of Europe, Scandinavia: Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland. The mythology of this region is grim, shadowed by long, sunless winters. But the darkness is laced with gleams of grandeur and sparks of humor. The myths depict a universe in which gods and giants battle among themselves in a cosmic conflict fated to end in the destruction of the world. One story from Norse mythology tells of Sigurd, a hero who used a special sword to slay the dragon Fafnir. When Sigurd roasted and ate the beast's heart (followed the raging fire, the red road), he was able to understand the language of the birds (heavenly wisdom, freedom). They warned him that he was going to be killed (knowledge of heaven, understanding the journey has a mission, to accomplish and be reborn). 


"Geoffrey" is the older, British English spelling of the American English "Jeffrey", abbreviated as "Geoff" or "Jeff". Geoffrey originated from an Old French form of a Germanic  name. Although the name's second element is "frid", meaning "peace", the first element of the name is disputed. Possible words that it originated from include "gawia" ("territory"), "walah" ("stranger"), "gisil" ("hostage") or "god". It is considered possible that more than one of these words were used as elements of the same name. If "god" was among them, "Geoffrey" would likely be related to the name "Godfrey".Medieval variants on "Geoffrey" include "Jeffrey"and "Jeffery". Jeffrey is sometimes spelled with one f as in Jefrey. Jeff means peaceful place, peaceful traveler, Gift of peace, God's Peace, Divine Peace or simply "Peace".



Beloved Jeff Roar of the Buffalo Horn,

Looks like you got your heavenly name (mission in life) asking that question!  Buffaloes are representative to the four sacred directions, with the holy prayer cloth, the red robe around their backs. This is why the buffalo is sacred versus other cows, but still around the world, cows and all forms of relatives, represent the four sacred directions in rainbow colors.  This is our tools of light.

The horn is the call of brotherhood, but also the piercing into one's heart. Okay, beloved Roar of the Buffalo Horn, welcome home!

Both names Siegfried and Jeff are based on this word, "Frid" or pronounced "Freed". The godly warrior who is free, here he begins free and ends free, always returning home, always on the roam, journey to the heart is all that looms.  When freedom is known ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ your soul is free to dream, where peace is known, you are united, both worlds (red and blue, earth and heaven, light and dark, flesh and soul, breath and heart, dance and song), watching out that all get there!


Thank you for your Family, "the Siegfrieds", contribution with "I am a Sun Dance" music collaborations.    Looking forward to hearing your musical creations, collaborations with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy posted at this blog IamaSunDance.blogspot.com, new releases, song lyrics and other events.  As I can see, this is really your mission, to call all relatives, home, heaven and earth, here we come! Let's pierce those hearts and get them to open up, to join us Godly again, to know that love always win(d)s! It's the heavenly call, the soul that knows it all.

your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter
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Sigurd/Seigfried
by Dr Anthony E. Smart and Bythegods
Sigurd (Siegfried) was the greatest hero in Germanic legend, and central character of the Saga of the Volsungs. He was the foster-son of Regin, who sent him to recover a fabulous hoard of gold. Regin's father Hreidmar had first acquired this treasure, which once belonged to the dwarf Andvari. To get their hands on the gold Regin and his brother Fafnir had then killed Hreidmar, but Fafnir wanted the treasure for himself and turned into a dragon to guard it.

Regin wished to possess the treasure which his brother guarded, and to this end forged a great sword for Sigurd, but it broke the first time it was tested, and Sigurd had his father's sword reassembled and re-forged, to withstand every test.  Regin eventually took the shards of Sigmund’s sword and forged the sword Gram, so sharp it could cut straight through an anvil. Sigurd took this sword, and used it to pierce the armour of Fafnir the dragon. By cunningly stabbing the monster from underneath, Sigurd succeeded in slaying Fafnir, thus gaining both wealth and wisdom.  Sigurd then roasted the creature’s heart, and by licking the blood he learned the language of birds. When he realized that Regin intended to kill him for the gold, Sigurd slew him before carrying it away himself.

Sigurd then went to free the Valkyrie maiden Brunhilde, who lay in a magical sleep, cast there by Odin, for daring to rise above his wishes. But Brunhilde had sworn only to marry the man who could ride through the fire that surrounded her dwelling. Gunnar wanted her, but could not perform the feat, but Sigurd in Gunnar's shape did so. Thus Brunhilde agreed to marry Gunnar.  Thank you http://www.pantheon.org/articles/s/sigurd.html and http://bythegods.tumblr.com/post/708668907/sigurd-the-norse-ultra-hero-often-equated-with

Summary and Analysis for Norse Mythology, Beowulf, The Volsungs, and Sigurd "the Mighty"


Image: Detail of rock carving at Ramsund, Sodermanland, Sweden. This Viking petroglyph shows the hero Sigurd stabbing the dragon Fafnir. In the centre is depicted Ygdrassil, the world-tree, upon which are perched birds. Birds were symbols of prophetic wisdom and it was their speech which Sigurd now came to understand.This idea of the Indo-European world-tree was syncretised by the Vikings (as it had been syncretised earlier by the Germans and earlier still by the Greeks), with the cross.(Image source:p.p. 154-155 The Viking World, James Graham-Campbell. ISBN 0906459044)


Relatives, To see for yourself, if indeed, you want to read the whole wonderful story about Norse Relatives and Sigurd (Seigfried) who becomes the hero, the sun, who followed in his fathers great footsteps. Blessings, Rainbow Warrior. This is page 3 and 4.

Odin fathered Sigi and at times bestowed favors on Sigi's descendants. When Sigi's son, Rerir, proved childless, Odin gave Rerir's wife an apple and in a short time she gave birth to Volsung, who became a powerful warrior. Among Volsung's children were Signy and Sigmund. Signy married a foreigner, Hunding, a treacherous man with no love for his in-laws.

One day the Volsungs were holding a banquet in their hall when a stranger appeared in a wide-brimmed hat and a large cloak. A gleaming sword was in his hand, and the stranger plunged it into the large tree that supported the rafters. He announced that the person to pull it out should own it, and then he vanished. It was Odin in disguise. Everyone tried to extract it and failed until Sigmund tried and wrenched it free.

Somehow Hunding managed to make captives of all the Volsungs, including
Sigmund (father). Night after night he chained them outside, where they were devoured by wolves. At last only Sigmund was left. His desperate sister Signy, torn between her family and conjugal loyalties, freed Sigmund and brought him the wondrous sword he had won. She also slept with Sigmund to give him a son necessary to avenge the murder of their kin. When the son was an infant she secretly gave him to her brother Sigmund to raise. This was Sigurd, born to be as fine a hero as his father. When Sigurd was grown he and Sigmund returned to avenge Hunding's bloody deeds. After imprisoning Hunding in his hall, they set fire to it. Signy watched enraptured now that her kin had destroyed the evildoer, but Hunding was still her husband, and she rushed into the burning hall to perish with him.

Sigmund performed many marvelous deeds of war with Odin's sword, but the time came that Odin had appointed for him to die. In the middle of a battlefield Sigmund saw the same figure that had entered his father's hall long years before. Odin touched the sword with his wooden staff and it broke in two. Sigmund was then mortally wounded by the foe. His wife tried to save him, but he calmly accepted Odin's will, knowing he would enter Valhalla. Yet he requested that the fabulous sword be allowed to be joined back together for another hero, which Odin granted.

That hero was Sigmund's son,
Sigurd (Siegfried, sun). He discovered the two pieces of the sword and had the dwarves forge them together. He had heard of the sleeping Valkyrie Brynhild, who was surrounded by a ring of fire that only a fearless warrior could break through. Brynhild had been punished by Odin for disobedience, and Sigurd resolved to rescue her. His search was long and perilous. During it he met and slew the dragon Fafnir, thereby obtaining the pile of gold and gems which the beast guarded. He also met an old wise man who revealed his future: Sigurd would prove the bravest of heroes, do nothing base, and yet his end would be full of wrath and anguish.

Arriving at the wall of flame Sigurd rode his horse through and awakened Brynhild, who gave herself to him in delight. He remained several days with her, only to leave her in that place. Sigurd traveled to the Giukungs, who were ruled by Gunnar, a king with whom he swore brotherhood. Gunnar had a sorceress for a mother — Griemhild — and she arranged it that Sigurd forgot Brynhild and married her daughter Gudrun. Sigurd had intended to retrieve Brynhild for himself, but having no memory of her he now undertook to win her for Gunnar, who was lacking in bravery. With Griemhild's magic he assumed Gunnar's form and passed again through the wall of flame. When he lay with Brynhild this time there was a sword between them, a token of Sigurd's loyalty to Gunnar and Gudrun. Brynhild now felt that Sigurd had deserted her, so she rode off to Gunnar's kingdom with this strange hero.



Back in Gunnar's land Sigurd secretly resumed his true form, and Brynhild was married to Gunnar. Brynhild resented Sigurd for his faithlessness. But resentment flared to hatred when, in a bitter quarrel with Gudrun, she learned that it had actually been Sigurd who had rescued her, rather than Gunnar. She wanted a dire revenge. To fan Gunnar's jealousy and injured pride Brynhild told him that Sigurd had possessed her for three nights, when they had really slept with the sword between them. She also told Gunnar that he must kill Sigurd or she would desert him. But Gunnar could not do it, for it would break his oath of brotherhood. Instead, Gunnar had a younger brother kill Sigurd as he slept.

Brynhild laughed bitterly as she heard Gudrun's shrieks on finding herself covered with her husband's blood. The Valkyrie told her anguished husband that Sigurd had remained pure and loyal, that her own love was given totally to Sigurd, and that she would die on his funeral pyre. Gudrun herself could not weep over her husband's murder. She sat silently beside the shroud, and others feared for her life. The women told stories of the terrible things that had happened to them in their lives, but Gudrun remained stony. At last one old woman uncovered Sigurd's head and laid it in Gudrun's lap to kiss. On seeing the bloody, lifeless face of Sigurd, Gudrun's stony reserve dissolved in tears.


To continue reading this wonderful story, I would visit page one http://www.cliffsnotes.com/study_guide/literature/Mythology-Summary-and-Analysis-for-Norse-Mythology-Beowulf-The-Volsungs-and-Sigurd.id-83,pageNum-112.html
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Image: Sigurd Family Crest which contains thirteen anvils representing brotherhood, yellow green are dreams complete.  Inside, waves represent water, where heaven is where the heart moves,to and fro to the new view. A wolf is a mighty warrior, with three arrows, is a dream of piercing the hearts of others to know joy. Anvils are the hammer of justice. Green is the unity of rainbow colors or of the brotherhood.



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, September 9, 2010

Esta Shares The Dance of the Fair, a Festival of Love, We Need Realize and Bee (Dream) There!

Myrtle Tree Blossom
Come my darling dance with me. I want you to know liberty.  Don't you hear the bells in me, ringing loud for all to sea. Grow like a child today. Look out over the thunderous waves.  We are living in a miracle, dancing like we should.  There we grow, inside the hood (sky's embrace).

Give me song and liberty.  I will know the dance in me. But my heart finds you there standing still, and I want you to know, I feel. Gift a heart that is real.  When you grow up, to know the song, living, loving, getting along.  We shall find a happy family, where we don't have too much to bleed. We are going home to sea.

Can you fight for freedom today? I want you to look this way. And inside my heart so true.  I want you to know the clues.  Come and join me under the sun.  I know miracles can't be undone. Instead, let's look real deep in the glow, where all does melt, good as snow, b ringing miracles to grow.

There we dew, along the shore, wondering if we don't want more. It's a world, where love is gone. How do we learn how to get along? I think it's time, for magic to shine. I think God is here, looking to receive all fears.  It's a growing heart within, if we don't know, what is sin (seeking the right path). Bring in blessings, you will know, th e gifts God brings.

Along the path, where miracles grow.  I feel your heart and all you know.  But inside my heart, we do flow.  Watching miracles grow.  Dancing in the winds, of time, we know, looking forwards to the everlasting glow. I will hold you until the ends of time, because you are here, to make us blind (alightfromwithin shines, having faith believing in God).

When along the path we sin (shame and blame are the past game, now we forgive, to find miracles this day), don't think we are going to begin (with sin). But instead do better each day, making choices where love leads the way. We are looking out into the world. We are hoping to always fill the void.  And it's a world, where love leads the day, always hoping for a better way. 


Then it shows, the sunlight today.  Then we know, we do have to pray.  Because the world needs us sow much, to plant fields of rainbows, that always touch.  Gift your heart and bloom for always.  I will sea you on the shore, to know, the living waves.  You are my heart today.

We are making a shore, that's good to view, even though we have been so far away from you.  And my heart will always blossom forth, if we realize, that God leads the course.  Having faith is not easy in this sin.  But we cannot lean on what we do begin. Instead my relatives, come join my hands today, leaning on forgiveness that rules all the waves. There in the shadows, dreams do come true.  Because my heart leans on loving you.  And it's magic, where blossoms everywhere, go inside of harmony, teaching us to stare, right into your heart, if I dare.


Holiness David drums. This is a beautiful song. Magic and daring, to know rainbows lead the waves!  Sacred Song Blessings Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman for the heart of Esta, a form of Ester ("myrtle leaf, also star") . Her Rainbow Colors in sacred four directions are Rainbow, Green, Violet, Gray.  Look up these colors and reference in search box on this page http://crystal-indigo-children.blogspot.com If you have further questions, email whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com.

Esta's song is representative of unshakable faith, the the many splendid colors, of the rainbow clan.  WE get this faith from heaven, the darkness of night, where we often sleep at night.  It's the Great Spirit Mother, who is referred to as the Mother of God (often called the Mother of Christ, because Christ is a Crystal person and the Cosmic Mother is the Rainbow person, however she is the grand-daughter to Great Spirit Mother in Heaven), who heals all things with her embrace.


Shining leaves represent the reflection of light, representing stars of heaven, where fragrant blossoms fill the night sky. In the gardens of paradise, where all things fill the senses, we are able to move between the realms of the heart and the breath.  These are the perfumes, that carry our souls. We feel embraced by the Goddess of pure love. Where we are safe, a sanctuary that allows us to dance and sing, with great joy.


In each of us, we are relatives, in the world of rainbow colors. And here we serve each other, bowing to the Kingsmen or kinsmen. These are the beloved children of God, who follow the course of true love.  We are crowned with many rainbow colors, that provides us with the holy tree of life.  This is the buffalo home or holy temple (four sacred directions in the tools of rainbow colors). This home provides us with a place for our sacred soul, to reside, as well as sustenance of "God" to fill us up, with bountiful love. At the horizon, we travel to and fro between realms of light and dark.  And at times of sunrise and sunset, we are afforded the gift of splendid divine radiance of many colors. We are awe struck. Watching, waiting for the light to fill our body, with greatness.  We realize, that this is when we can look directly at the sun lights beams, to drench us with worship of nature and all it's glory at it's fullest.


Through the seasons, the Star travels in the sky over the years, to burst into many auspicious things. We feel magic in the air, as the many colors gift us, seeds for tomorrows journey.  This is the beauty of our lives, blooming, reaching for light, dropping our leaves and seeds, preparing for a new year to dawn forth. This is the height of divinity, the sacred voice within, teaches us, the need to have divine plantings, that radiate again and again, when true love is known. Seeds give us children. Seeds plant faith.  Seeds gift us shade, in another tree of life. In the density of our lives, we twist and create shelter for those, who are in need, animals, plants and rocks.  For it can be stormy in the world, where the winds hit our faces and we don't want to feel, the flowing curbs of the shores.


We feel sanctuary, when we are with others, who share our wisdom of eternal faith in God, the Oneness, we are relative to, referred to the Rainbow Clan.  All things are belonging to God,therefore all we see and don't sea, must come from God's world, of unity and divine substance. Even when we die (from the physical world), we are provided with those, who come to show us the path into heavenly realms.  We are never alone. We are always with God. We are forever in the valley of forests, where even ghosts fly free, to join us, to share the wonders of this world.  We perch our lives, on the branches (reaching for the sky and the sunlight of God's radiance) and roost (four sacred directions) to find comfort in this knowing, we are never alone. What binds us all together, is the magic of this tree of life (holy temple or buffalo home), where the winds (feelings of heaven and earth) of time flows through us. 


The Myrtle Trees, Stars of the Garden, provide a resting place to slumber, with it's over hanging beauty and radiance, smells so sweet.  From season to season, over the journey of our lives (rainbow bridge). It's density and interconnection provides relief from the winds and offers us rest in perilous times. And like a forest that lives through a fire, offers protection for the little creatures beneath the purification process for a renewal of life again. 


The Pacific Wax Myrtle has a whitish coating over the berries or seed pods (nutlet), protecting the fragrance emitted "aromatic resin", just like us.  These edible nutlets are purple (blue/black), which stand for the uprightness of a "Mountain".  The color violet represents the "voice of god" and "strength of the army of god". The dust of life covers our skin, protecting with God's mighty force. We know innately, that fragrance emits a transmission and communication, to hail us "welcome in".  Smell is the bridge to the other realm, our heaven.  We move between realms, when we use our hearts (soul) and initiate  crossing over to the feelings within, our souls. Heaven coming home to Earth, our intelligence (flesh), move in oscillation patterns, moving "back and forth" or "to and fro". These are the Songs of Angels. 


Myrtle trees grow just about everywhere in the world these days, offering us repose, to another glorious day.  Yet in the Arabic word "myrtos" (myrtle) which means bitter, often portrays our lives at times.  

We have gust in our lives, sadness and gloom, with feelings that all just loom, together, we are here to groom, the heart of the soul, which is in bloom.  

Joy let us bee one heart soon! This sums up the totality of the Great Este(r).  The heart of the people, the blossoming of the soul, where we are the revolutions, we plunder, to the simple smile of the child, to the birds lullaby, reminding us all, we must say goodbye, but with a heart full of love, we feel, we could journey and fly home another day.  It's time for us to reach for the sky, leaning on faith, leaning on love. These are the fragrant treasures of our lives. 

Returning once more, to where the green grass grows, beneath the Mrytle Star (Esta) it knows, how to contemplate all life, feel supported and gifted another try.  It's time for goodness to fill the air, when all does learn to stop and take a share, let us dare.

Giving to those who are in need, God will not forsake them, open rivers wild and free, gifting all that comes near to sea (vision with a heart).  Pools of reflection, will it find me?  Turning empty into a sea?  Can my heart fill with your love? I will consider, room to grow up....straight and tall like a tree, upright to believe, to have faith in my fellow relative.  I offer all inside of me, forgiveness, validation for free. I will embrace your heart, so you can be free. 


With the Red Road, shall be, I know that I will suffer for thee.  And I hope too, you will suffer for me. Then we can exchange our hearts and be friends (helpers to each other) and relatives, will be known in our hearts.  Where empty is full with your love.  It's the blue of the true, the heart inside me and you, is where we proclaim, it's God's heart (you).  And there we provide, a resting place to offer life, to each other, who come looking for love, that would be us.  When we learn to bring life, the sweetness in twice, heaven and earth, will kiss and smile.  And in the northern cellar, the sun does bellow, to rise up, to shine another glorious day again.

During Sukkot, a Jewish celebration, for four winds (40), the direction of wandering and freedom, the Hadass or the boughs from the Mrytle tree (relatives on the tree of life) are used to create temporary shelter for the night, to glean and gather some stones, the last remnants gazing at the stars. The North gate looks out to the fruitful land of Ephraim, which means doubly fruitful (Jew and Gentile, Earthly and Heavenly, Soul and Flesh, in other words, united with the Blue, the road to heaven, relatives to me and you, all leaves on the Oneness Tree of Life).  This Sun's view point represent the North-Eastern perspective of the Oneness, where the light is at it's fullest, the Sun does shine, without, or upon light of Earth (reflection and shadow).  This place, begins to rise, like a star in heaven, to twinkle in the night sky.  Here in the darkness, Heaven emerges within. We call this the Bear that Shines, the united four directions (whitey).

And while on route, our journey of life (deer), we build a home for a night, to look into to the sky, our heavens. This journey is celebrated, in our hearts, each year in commemoration, to honor memory of the yearly pilgrimage, to become the wind.  This journey offers us unity with heaven. We join not only in spirit, but in flesh.  Here the blue road (soul, dark), has crossed the red road (flesh, light), where dreams come true (yellow), to shine like a star in heaven (white).  Our return and journey home (temporary shelter), reminds us, how grateful we are, to experience the "Greatness of our Lives". And as the sun rises, morning prayers lift us up, to shine again, until we return to our heaven once more! Traveling the circle of the eternal winds, do blow...

The Antiochian Orthodox Christian people, sing songs of faith to the Mother of God, crying out for protection and honoring salvation to those, who remember the Great Spirit of Mother, leader of Heaven (often confused with Rainbow Mother). For fragrant resins (fragrance from the myrtle and myrrh tree, considered holy anointing oils) is considered divine flowing forth of eternal heaven. Often in dreams and visions, one comes to the realization of the heavenly mother, whom we call the Rainbow Mother. She represents the Rainbow Clan, the many children of God's kingdom. And often the Mother images used in divine iconography, is for the purpose and recognition for her beauty, like that of the Myrtle Tree, Esta(r), "the star of the garden".

What most beings, misunderstand, is the different roles, Rainbow Cosmic Mother, Grandmother and Great Spirit Mother have.  Each play a part of the miracle of heaven.  Rainbow Mother reverberates the many rainbow colors, gives birth to the soul child, the crystal or perfect physical form (this happens over many lifetimes, you could say, she is always pregnant, and this is why we must take good care of her, the rainbow person).  Grandmother is the space of darkness that all light exists (dreams), we simply call it Grandmother Space, the embrace of molecular form (weaving our destiny).  And Great Spirit Mother, who is the leader of heaven, by following us, regardless of our needs. Always protecting, never does she say no.  She listens and gifts warriors (spiritual agents) to protect you in the spiritual world.  However if we do not keep these dark warriors cleansed, like little children, they were, when departing Great Spirit Mother, they soon become corrupt like the world of impure lights of earth.  This is why it's imperative to bless daily and hourly to cleanse our eternal soul and spiritual relatives, who protect us, in times, when we cannot protect ourselves.

In the Greek story, the Goddess Artemis, became a hare (rabbit) and seek protection under the Myrtle tree, because "Instead of harm, I shall greet the fragrance of the blossoming myrtle tree (Rainbow Mother), who shall lift me over the rainbow bridge to heaven".  Here the rabbit (hare/hair) is the communicator of the kingdom of God.  When other rely on facts, the rabbit relies on the heart of the situation, uniting opposition, with clever and witty reverberation, bringing heaven home to the earthly roam.  This too is the recognition of the Rainbow Mother, in her representation of what a Mother must learn to do to keep her family happy, to join the soul and heart, with the flesh and wild of desires.  Harmony walks the fine line of the to and fro, greeting and departing, with open hearts and returning home with joy, even after brutal failure. Mothers tend to have open arms, just because you came home.  This embrace, is what true love as it embarks the adventure of our lives. This ancient tradition, will continue and haunt you, because as  you know Mother has eyes in the back of her head. You can't get away, from all she knows. It's best to use love, on the rest of the Rainbow Clan and during your journey and divine roaming, to new shores, to share tears and stories to again, in time.  We rush to blind (alightfromwithin), the heart that shines! And within this darkness of heaven, we remember the crystalline stone river, where all our souls fly like the wind, in our dreams. Now we learn to fly, with our eyes open and our dreams, come alive. Heaven welcome Home!


Various other information around the world, that speak of the Myrtle Tree, the Star of the Garden!



MYRTLE: 



Greek : Myrsinê, myrrinê, myrtos 


Species : Myrtus communis 


Description : A small evergreen tree or shrub with aromatic, spicy-tasting leaves. It blooms with sweet-scented, white or various rainbow colored flowers in spring and summer, and produces edible blue-black berries. 


Sacred to : Aphrodite (brides wore myrtle-garlands and bathed in myrtle-scented water on their wedding day)




Crape Myrtle, by Betty Barr Mackey
Crape myrtle is a flowering tree with multiple large, showy flower panicles in electric colors that sizzle across the branches-pink, purple, red-violet, and white. Crape myrtle is a broad-crowned deciduous tree that is variable in size, averaging about 20 to 25 feet, but potentially taller. Dwarf forms are also available.

Often multistemmed, it has smooth, sculptured gray bark that gently exfoliates, showing multishaded underbark. Dappled shade allows for the growth of complementary ground covers beneath its leaf canopy. The petals are crinkled, like crepe paper, and appear recurrently July through September.

The Centennial Spirit Crepe Myrtle Tree [Lagerstroemia indica "Centennial Spirit"] grows from 10-20' at maturity with full sunlight. This variety has abundant red both in the summer when blooms appear as well as in the fall when leaves turn reddish-green, with double seasonal blossoming!


Crape myrtle tree is a flowering tree. This deciduous tree is a nice specimen plant. The crape myrtle is a flowering tree with a broad crown.

How to grow: Transplant container-grown or balled-and-burlapped plants into slightly acidic, well-drained soil. The crape myrtle will not flower well in the shade, where it is subject to powdery mildew. It can get tip blight if planted too far north. Encourage recurrent blooms by tip pruning spent flowers.

Uses: Used as a tree or shrub, crape myrtle is a good choice as a specimen plant, for borders, or to plant near a corner of the house.

  * Shade Trees. Towering overhead, shade trees can complement even the biggest house, and define the amount of sunlight that reaches your yard.
    * Fast-Growing Trees. To make an immediate impact on your landscape, turn to these rapidly-soaring trees, which will reach for the sky right away.
    * Specimen Trees. These trees stand out for their beauty, height, and shade. They're the star of any garden. http://home.howstuffworks.com/define-crape-myrtle.htm


Myrtle [Scientific name: Lagerstroemia indica], is an attractive evergreen shrub or small tree. It grows wild in regions along the Mediterranean Sea and temperate regions of Asia. Some people in the United States cultivate it as an ornamental plant. The myrtle has shiny leaves and fragrant white flowers. The leaves, bark, and blue black berries are also fragrant Manufacturers use them in making perfume. The bark is used in tanning industries of southern Europe. Ancient Greeks thought myrtle was sacred to the goddess of love. Aphrodite. They used it in festivals. (The common periwinkle is often called running myrtle. It has creeping stems and attractive blue flowers.)

Scientific classification. Common myrtles belong to the myrtle family, Myrtaceae. Their scientific name is Myrtus communis. The common periwinkle is in the dogbane family, Apocy-naceae. It is Vinca minor.


Pacific Wax Myrtle trees provide habitat, food and beauty to coastal California regions throughout the seasons and over years. Evergreen myrtle trees bloom in March or April and then burst out with brownish purplish berries in September. The dense foliage and twisting branches provide animals with a windbreak in cooler, stormy winter months. Even in death, the wood remains in valley forests as ghost trees that birds use for perching and roosting.

A myrtle tree growing in the native plant garden of the Morro Bay Natural History Museum, Morro Bay, California, 8/2009

The waxy name of the tree refers to a whitish coating that covers the berries or nutlets. Underneath the wax, the berries are a hidden purple. Early American colonists on the East Coast collected the wax of a similar myrtle, the bayberry, to make fragrant candles.

Myrtle Symbolism

Myrtle trees grow in the Middle East, Egypt and around the Mediterranean, so the word "myrtle" has an old origin from Greek, myrtos, a bitter, aromatic resin, and the Arabic word for bitter. The word myrtle is closely related to myrrh, one of the fragrant gifts the Magi gave to Jesus, even though the myrtle tree and the tree that produces myrrh are in two different scientific families.

Myrtle trees (Myrtus communis) offer us spiritual wealth, Heb HaDaS (Neh.8.15, Is.41.19, 55.13, Zech.1.8,10,11)

The afflicted and needy need water, but have none. God will not forsake them, and open rivers and springs, wilderness a pool of water, and dry land, fountains of water. Trees in the wilderness and deserts, consider and gain insight as well. God has done this creation.

Free offer of mercy.  Instead of the nettle (pain and suffering), the myrtle (star of the garden, blossoms and shade) will come up. In the Neh.8.15 proclamation, saying go out to the hills, myrtle branches to make booths, as it is written, each on the roof and courts of the house of God, and the square and Water gate, and the gate of Ephraim ("double fruitfulness.", heaven and earth) (north gate to Jerusalem, looking towards Ephraim in the wilderness. This was a town to which our Lord retired with his disciples after he had raised Lazarus, and when the priests were conspiring against him (John 11:54). It lay in the wild, uncultivated hill-country to the northeast of Jerusalem, between the central towns and the Jordan valley. ). The law, suns of isreal, will live in booths during the feast of the seventh month.

Meanwhile, throughout the Jewish world, Jews selected and obtained their Four Species for Sukkot

    * Lulav – a closed frond from a date palm tree.
    * Hadass – boughs with leaves from the myrtle tree.
    * Aravah – branches with leaves from the willow tree.
    * Etrog – a citron fruit.

Sukkot commemorates the Israelites' forty years of wandering in the desert after being freed from slavery in Egypt. As part of the holiday observation, a decorated temporary hut (sukkah) is erected under the open sky outside Jewish households. The Four Species are used during the morning prayers. http://www.sherrysknowledgequest.com/myrtle.htm

Apolytikion in the Fourth Tone
O people now let us clap our hands in faith and sing songs to the Mother of God crying out with fervor, Hail the protection of all those in danger, Hail the salvation of those who honor you with longing, Hail you who granted healing to the paralytic.

Ρᾶνον θείοις μύροις τόν σόν λαόν, ἡ ἐν μυρτιδίοις ἀνατείλασα θαυμαστῶς, ἁγίᾳ Εἰκόνι, θαυματουργῷ καί θείᾳ, καί δίδου τήν σήν χάριν, Μυρτιδιώτισσα.

Megalynarion
Sprinkle your people with divine myrrh, who in the myrtles shown forth wondrously, a holy Icon divine, and grant your grace, Myrtidiotissa.


Even the Bible refers to myrtle trees as in Isaiah 55:13, "instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree," a shrub well-loved for its fragrance. In the ancient Greek city of Sida, residents treasured a myrtle tree where the goddess Artemis, disguised as a hare, was said to take refuge.

The myrtle tree, then, manages to symbolize aspects of Easter, Christmas and Halloween. The hare story fits with Easter. The Christmas association with myrrh makes me think of the tree as a symbol for the last part of the year. Then thinking of the old trees haunting California forests as ghosts conjures up a Halloween image.

Lemon Myrtle:
Of all the useful native Australian plants, the magnificent rain forest lemon myrtle tree is my culinary favorite. These attractive trees grow to around 26 feet (8 m) tall and may even reach 60 feet (20 m) in tropical conditions. The growth is bushy with low branches covered in dark green, oval, tapering leaves that look like bay leaves. In autumn, small white flowers bloom in thick, soft clusters making this an excellent tree to grow for its appearance as well as its usefulness. Both the flowers and fruits may be eaten, as well as the leaves.


The aroma of lemon myrtle is similar to a blend of lemon verbena, lemongrass and kaffir lime with a haunting eucalyptus background, something that is particularly noticeable after rain. The flavor is distinctly lemony and tangy, with distinct lime zest notes and a pleasantly lingering, slightly numbing camphor aftertaste. Lemon myrtle s citral content (the component that gives it a lemon flavor) is around 90 percent, compared with around 80 percent in lemongrass and only 6 percent in lemons. Powdered lemon myrtle leaf is coarse, pale green and when fresh releases all of these aroma and taste attributes.

Source: The Spice and Herb Bible, Origin and History:
Although there are no records to establish the exact antiquity of native Australian herbs and spices, these hardy yet frost-sensitive trees have been growing wild in the coastal areas of New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia for many thousands of years. When these were identified and classified, the botanical name Backhousia was given to this species after a Yorkshire nurseryman, James Backhouse. Lemon myrtle trees are now grown in South Africa, the southern United States and southern Europe, and in more recent times, propagation with a view to extracting the essential oil has taken place in China, Indonesia and Thailand. The most active undertakings in the 20th century, dedicated to the

development of a culinary and essential oil industry revolving around lemon myrtle, were thankfully in this plants native Australia.

Clove, Pronounce it: klo-ve

The dry, unopened flower bud of the tropical myrtle tree family used to flavour a wide variety of sweet and savoury dishes. Cloves can be used whole or ground to impart a strong sweet but spicy and peppery flavour so should be used in moderation to avoid over seasoning.


And finally, we have insects who live at the base of the Myrtle tree, protecting and cleansing the bark of the tree.  These are called bark-louse, of any of several insects living on the bark of plants. Bark louse psocid  is a small winged insect living on the bark and leaves of trees and feeding on e.g. fungi and decaying plant matter, thus in constant cleansing of the world of beauty, belief, rest, food and rainbow colors, these creatures ensure the continuation of our treasures, the Myrtle Trees.




The Grace of God is here to see, how great all of us can bee (give us wings to fly, magic hearts, share all, with thy)! Each part of thee, belongs to me.  I am a sounding board, of what there is much more.  I fill my cup with loving drink, to know that God is here.  And if my heart, does sing in song, and dance, heals me along, I know, I am found.  Release my soul, all divine in me, the trusted to do my part.  I gift my heart, and learn to part, with what doesn't belong to me, because it's will finally be free, to remember to come home to me, the God that fills me up, the winds, the sound of Angels sing!


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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!


Let the myrtle tree share, all the happiness out there, bringing tears to rest in resting contemplation.  And when we are down, the Myrtle tree will shine, as Rainbow Mother Esta does shine.  Star, star on the hill, can you find it in your heart to be still. I look at your light, the greatness inside the night, my soul does reach for your love. 

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Heart of the Blue Speaks to You, Tammy Tells You the Way!


We are here to know the way, glory turns to keep this place.  Lit up high like the willows pane (the many seeds that give rise, not few, but all, to view outside the window pane, or have a view of the rising sun), the place we walk to have this gain.  My heart sings to know the way.  My heart bleeds (the law of love, we suffer for the ones we love) to know and say, " Keep inside the love of God.  I speak to you all from above." 

Now down below we come to pass (time on the journey of life).  We come to know the will at last (to strive, conscious in the flesh).  And when God begins the march, let our hearts flow (souls streams) and walk past the start (flesh flows of the sacred rainbow and begins like a rising sun).  One, two, three (the uncomfortable step, like giving birth to a child, painful, yet the most glorious of all things in the world), it is me, the one who comes to show liberty (those who suffer for others, to exert and to serve others, the glory of truth and abundance of a radiant heart blossoms and liberty comes when we can gift this to another, the knowledge of freedom, the call of the Song within, to dance and sing all the days long and mostly to share it with others).  The song who sings, to show us love, to be the heart of all this stuff.  And rainbows, they bring you to me, along the rushing river that runs free. I say, to you, let God show you, the way inside of all of this blue.

Take good care of your rainbows.  Take good care to bring us home.  Take us further to the mountains and make us rush us home.  Let us be the river dancing. Let us be the sign from God, that we are going to save our brothers, from all their heartbeat of bad blood.  And we can see the way of love in the day.  We can touch the sky, and know the way.  The glory of that face, the one who shines in all that disgrace.  I say, that's the one you should look at.  The sun looks down to that, the smile and wink you show, is the heart of all who knows.  Come and be with me.  Come and show the seas.  Come and wake up to the sun.  Come and break the heart of all the doves. (Those who have the illusion of peace, when inside their hearts rage with impure, not knowing that daily blessings would lead the way to true peace within.)

Whisper to me. Tell me you remember God, the place our hearts know which way to go.  The place we are the unknown.  But if we put a smile on this face.  And we show our hearts even in disgrace, we can find a way.  To help the day, the shining glowing of each others face.  I say, we can be.  We can be the heart of you and me.  We can show the world, how happy we could feel.  How we can be the heart of all the leaves.  And there we will fall like angels, to the earth below.  And we can be the free ones, who go over rolling hills, and my heart longs to be.  In the fall of the leaves, where the seeds flow bountifully, where the water runs so free, to plant each seeds at night, to bloom each day a bright. I know the way to home, is the love that we know.  Give us hope tomorrow.  give us sacred rainbows.  Give us smiles to shine give us open hearts of mine.  I say, remember God.  Remember that you have a heart.  Remember that you are part, of this glowing warming heart.  I say to you, come home to the sacred views.  I say to you, remember that God is you, I say to you!   I know that love is inside of you!  I say to you, come on home and feel the love of God.







Fire Offers Purification
 

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

On the Quest of Holy Deliverance


Heart Song for those on the Quest of Holy Deliverance (Samsara)

Where I go to hide, is the place inside! A time to know the way, for God's is on this side. And where do you come from, when you rise like the sun? I don't know how or why, but you can feed my lies. Why don't you insist with me? Why don't you throw away and hide the keys? I can't understand what you see in me. But on this day, I will seek and pray. Look inside to find the sacred way.

My brother the time has come to lead the ways of sister's hearts that bleed until this very day. When shall we rescue her in all her tears? Why don't you let me see the wrath of your fears? I know you love me so, cause you will let it show. For you can give me Rainbows, when I arrive on the other shore. I want to believe in me this day, but it's so hard to believe. I can see the light like this, the intelligent way. But inside my heart, doesn' t know paradise and I want to have a slice of this pie. We can be together, when we feel the breeze.

We can offer freedom, in the land of sacredness. The time of giving leads to us, the dieing of everything. And this teaches me to die this day, to rise again another way, to see the light of glory's display. The Golden Rainbow, where colors display. The Golden colors where we can all play. I want to know this garden. Where does the door begin. I can see the fall out of all that's sinned in the wind. I must teach myself to forgive me. I must reach for the stars. And I know God will rescue me, when I look inside my heart. The day, will bring me happiness, when I can reach the other shore. The place of harmony of heaven sent. The place with many doors. I want to know the Glory here, to stand with this display, of gardens who live inside, the loving blowing wind.

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