Life is full of demons every day. Just want to watch the world displayed. And when we whisper in the sky, look at why, then I will comply. How do we share true love out there? I wonder how, to be a holy cow/buffalo (sacred four directions). If I choose to love the world, it would be clear my loving near.
But I stand here, wondering about the clouds. I stand here, wondering out loud. And all my heartache is tearing me apart. How my Brother has lost his holy arc (humble bow).
There I stand to see the world, but it's all about the fear that has a hold. Now we are all scared together in this gold (dream space). How can we sea, our relatives on the tree? Walk with me, in a land that is shame filled (not forgiven yet). How can we overcome the sacred grill (it's getting hot). As we burn up on the red road, all is true inside of you. We have to be .......... one big family.
Yesterday my brother hit me in the head. He thought he could take my soul without my bread (my life, rainbow colors, my holy temple of me, the buffalo robe of brotherhood). And even if he kills my life, I will besiege (sit and block) to take the heart of hatred out of this sea. All my relatives can you see, the hands of God everywhere. I send my love to those who dare to walk this way. And when we rise up to take a hold of many sacred running toes/tows. I say to you, "Let's bee blue" (dream impossible dreams together as true blue relatives).
Where my brother took my hand today, a father would come walking into my heart display. Then my sister did hold my hand to wounds, the Mother she sat by licking my wounds. Now I feel shattered in all these pieces I feel. Love has got a hold of me and prayers will fulfill. I say, when all of us will know the way. Peace will rule the land and we will learn to understand.
My father you did show me which way to walk. You found me in the alley (crying) showing me to go another way. But you did try to force your hand on me (more crying). You did not understand I needed you (more tears). And with my heart I beg you peace today. I did not know you needed me to pray. (more tears rolling down to the world). And we are together one family. We are together to say, Love rules the paved waves. And where we walk on the red road divinity (more tears) we share our heart to become aware. I pray all my wounds will be healed today. I pray for the solid Mother who gifts away. I pray for all my enemies to hold my hands. We will learn to understand.
(wet face, river of tears for all our relatives, the drum continues to hold the heart near, for we are here, to alleviate all fear. walk with wakan, the holy walking that saves all our relatives, one heartbeat at a time).
(wiping the tears away, "blessed will they, heal the depraved", for the morally corrupt/impure need be saved).
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All my Relatives,
It is not easy to bless diligently throughout the day (8-12 times a day walk abouts, however it's the only way to be wakan or one who is walking holy. When we protect the spaces with prayers, we are spiritually adept at conquering hatred in the world. Learning to cleanse our fields helps guide all our relatives who enter our spaces/fields. The rings and hoops bind us together with the fabric of our collective dreaming. Learning to receive each other, through validation the ring or sound of a story teller (repeats), gifts the hope that someone does understand. All our relatives need our help each day to learn to be happy and healthy in a turbulent world. We bow down with our Aunt Seasons That Sings in her efforts in spreading the good k/news, that prayers saves the world, one heart at a time and collectively we rhyme, to hear the winds changing and to bring in all the welcome we can afford to open all the doors. People in the world feel shattered and apart (separated) from each other. Bringing them back together to the Great Circle means a great holy spirit (wakan tanka) joins in, with prayers in the winds.
Your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child (crystal, yellow, green, gray), iyeshka or interpreter, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy.
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