Here we go...
Holiness David if you would please follow me in circles. We are traveling together, thank you!
Moving over the ocean tides, to Hawaii wide, the island of love comes to show us Doves. Dove of Angels calls out to thee, to bring in harmony for the family. We are landing now from the skies. Looking down all open wide, the water around, the island sow bare, now it's time to stare. We climb down from the hills and into the valleys, where we slumbered in glory, the dawn finds us a new morning/mourning. And as we fly around the skies, above the trees and open skies. I find that hills and birds do share, all is open and rare. And water falls touch the sky, glorious creatures sing far and wide. And there a song, a butterfly wings, tell us of stories it sings. And where we find the golden path, where water rushes past, the child that sprang up to find the halls, the wisdom of the bringing tall (proud to be a warrior fighting for love, with purification water and fire, "I see a water fall, where the mist and dew swells the heart, and where the river runs fast, this is the place, that is bringing tall, cleansing occurs with movement, roll over, be humble and bless, receive the nest).
There among the skies of dawn, where all is wondering what went wrong, I look behind the shutters and doors. And inside a house appears. Now Holiness Come touch my hand, let us walk inside this plan. There is a room, with open space, looks like it has been deserted before, but now it's living, back to life, the winds blow free, eliminating strife, yet, as we look a man appears, a kahooa (big islander man) stands, with beer in his hand. He looks at me, right through the cloud, even wipes his hand to abound (wipes his hands in the mist, nothing there). And as Holiness Running Eagle and I come to look at what is wise. A young man appears, he has full gears. Asking the other Kahooa to stand down. Give me the beer, then I will know to appear, your loving daughter does rise. He fights for love, with perfect gloves, that embraces a fallen star (kahooa). And when we sing to bring in the breeze, the song appears all wise. the heart is heavy, what shall we do. How can we purify. The making of a state is true, when we care about the view. The older man looks dazed, the wonder of his age. the younger man frets and moans, how can I live with this shame? But err does go, to both lost souls, because they don't understand, that love is blossoming everywhere, all they have to dew is stand.(rising ascending wave). And when they choose to look and listen, to the greatness of the world, find butterflies and open skies, the love will know what to fill. Each dance a song, let's run along, the beaches for awhile, then we can sing, swim free again, along the waves of a smile. Just one smile you say this, that's easy to portray, we are the island of just one, but hey, it's got to be this way. Remember the spokes the sacred tree. we are one place family. And if you don't look at what you need, then you have lost your family. Each are part of the community it's true, the spokes of all we dew. And if we want the hoops of life, we must beg and choose. For if we decide that love rules all lies, then we can dance and sing. Our hearts will know which is true, just lean on love for awhile.
She slumbers in, not with a grin, but wonders what to dew. Which way do I go, if I don't step on any toes, this young woman comes prepared to die. If only she could be happy. If only the warriors could be brave, to bow down to the world, to know it's heaven in store, the place where the volcano blooms. The red road is more than a judgement in time, but it's love all consumes. We are not separate, but part of all the rest, and we must love each child in the room. She thinks how do I love him. How can I show him the way. If only I could do what he needs me, then I could help along the way. But she doesn't realize, that he must choose this sacred day. And she must only say, PURIFY, to know we are "Godly displayed". And once the wide open spaces, devoured and consumed, now filthy with the liars, who don't know who is who. She must find a way to miracles, she is a way forth. A woman knows true, the heart is imbued, if only I could carry a smile. And when he is happy she knows the blooming heart, but when he is sad, it's like lost darts. Which way do I go, do I hide down from the show, or can I come out to play? There is many who want to be happy, and community far and wide, but as the clan goes, the sacred rainbow, we haven't learned how to chide. If only she could find a peaceful wave, in turn she could display. Be training in spirit, pray down and display, the songs in heavenly waves. Move your hands daughter of the skies. Move your hips and all will be waves. And show us true, the stories you teach us, just how to be beautiful and true. But as our warriors are falling, the clan leaps to survive, how can we call back the warriors, if none know the spirit can survive. I say, if only a child could beckon, the heat of summer in their eyes, the fire inside, could light up a sky, that's the lamb we recall, youth looking at the holy sacred bow (humility of wide eye, open to receive and learn all things in wonder of the world).
There we are silence is not wise, because heavy lies in the waves. Such pains need gain, only how to alleviate shame, when we only play the blaming game. And if we are to gain, we must understand shame, has no place in our lives. We must only strive to become better and wise, validate all that is said, to bring the heart of wisdom read. Each child of the rainbow has gifts. And all rely on this spoken voice from inside. Let charm, not alarm bring all without harm. We do this with love in our hearts. Let's bow and have prayer. Let's sing and dance if we dare. Let's have open communication in the air. Let our hearts know true love rather than despair. Glory to the skies and all her wears. For she is the most beautiful thing, the whim of her laughter that sings.
I can't purify, because that will scare them. They will feel the power and know fear (remember this Koohoa/Kahooa felt us there, but it was a moment). Holiness David says, "what can we teach". I think we will teach them how to bless. I bless the sacred nine directions, with fire, water and smoke, often 8-12 a day. This will be the beginning, this will be the struggle. This will be the solution. This will cause all to gain, for love removes all shame.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings, Talks, Shares and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums!
6:20pm pst to 6:46pm Requested by Dove of Angels, 05102012.HealingForDarceeFamily.ourAngeloftheSky.rtf
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Rainbow Mother Dove Of Angels: Mahalo, I need healing my energy I drained.
Pte San Win Wbcw: I will start a song now, Holiness David is drumming for you now.
Rainbow Mother Dove Of Angels/Darcee Lucas: Thank you so much for the honor, I a blessed with your spirit.
Pte San Win Wbcw sings for Dove of Angels
(bless child, bless, she whispers to the whole nest, the rainbow clan finds a way, to shine aknew another day)
Darcee Lucas: I listen I do have tears I feel you love and wisdom near. Smiles are here, the healing is coming.
Pte San Win Wbcw: Aho and over the rainbow, White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Drums