White Buffalo Calf Woman sings Holiness Running Eagle Shooting Star drums. We sing for the White Buffalo Man.
(talking) There is a day, when we long to pray. Out in the distance there is rolling hills to pray. I wish for open scores of fields to cultivate, the holy sacred walking dancing praise. I gift my heart (singing begins) out to the world. I share my part. I have arc. I bow with everyone. Don't they see me in the living breeze, where the fairways are living streams? I am in there to see. In the sky in the might of the living sacred stride. I find my light. I gift my soul to the waking and bold. I gift my light, to out of sight. Everyone knows, I am the White Buffalo Man. I can stand. And all of my light is witness to the holy shine. I will bind with. It's a sacred dream. And we are all part of this steam. Breathe with me. Breathe with me.
I know just how to blow my horn. I know when to shout and lorn (When forsaken; desolate; bereft; let it all out, to explode in God's word, that is coming from you. Let it all out, blow that horn, set it free, gift liberty) . I know the story, heard it before, just because you don't want to adore (recognize your greatness, your grand story on the circle of life). So take a sit and smell a flower, remember the soul has a duty to sour. There inside where the fermentation burns, all will be cultivated for this holy urn. Death to the child, who doesn't impure (in other words, cleanse and pray, to cleanse the impure away. In the spiritual world, the law is severe, one can die if unwillingness to purify. Love serves to destruction (cleaning process, much like washing your foods). Eternal life is a changing and a passing of songs, seasons of time and spacial fields. Do not misunderstand the heavenly calling, for harming beings. Instead think of it as prayer, that will cleanse the heart from sin and corruptness. Really much like cleaning a mirror on the wall. You cannot see the world clearly if it's all dirty. Wipe your inner mirror clean, to shine outwards in the gleam. One who does not sin, is one who does not learn. Each stepping stone, is the path of the rainbow trail. Each lesson in life, teaches you how to become your dreaming. We all move from impure to pure and back again, every single day. Simply the winds blow. We are part of each other in the circle of life. Thus we must be aware in the ebbs and flows, cleansing and praying spacial fields of relativity helps us have a happy life. We become Spiritual Warriors for the Rainbow Clan. Ain't life exciting? Or are you the walking dead?). Meaning it's to cultivate deer (journey of life). Show the chances of giving my guns, lights of rays of diamonds with a huge lung (air we breathe, the atmosphere). Yes, I can breath. Yes, I can breath. YES, I CAN BREATH.
Bowing on down the circle of light, all those colors make is surely sprite. And when I shine my willing delight, inside a circle of magnificent light. I will shine. I will shine. I WILL SHINE. Help me to shine with thee/you/we. Help me find my enemies. Help me pray for them, to share the circle of love in the winds. I will pray, I will bless all the waves. I will pray., I will bless all the waves. I will pray, I will bless all the waves. I am running ashore, where the template is paved, with solid gold. Solid gold. All my dreams are wrapped woe. Yet I have a magnificent view. I love you full of diamonds true. I love you, just you see, I will be almighty.
Shine for you, I will bow with you, over raking coals. I will be true. Share my feet, to rage over coals, just to walk a mile over the heated rainbow. Yes indeed. I will share my heart with you. I have the view. Sacred and true............ I will share my heart with you. Let us pray. Come my darling let us pray. Come my brother, let us pray. Come my Sister, don't be gray (unhappy in dreamspace). Let us pray and save the host from the willing ghost. We must pray, show the way. We must pray, to show the waves.
Heaven is stillness over these rays. Above the sky will show you exactly what to say, in the colors of light displayed. I am the Buffalo Man who wants to stand, to make amends all over this land. Let us pray and sing another spring of hope. We are dreaming together, let us join our holy scope. I want to envision a perfect world with you, where all are ANGELS flying through this view.
White hoop I consume. I feel the fire on my feet. White road I say, it's such a grand display. Where I sing for the heavens. I will bring to earth. I will shine like diamonds for all of this girth. Watch the night sky, deliver us true. We will be shining lights for me and you. We are the Buffalo Clan, the white hoops are grand. All of us together, are running over this Sacred Land.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings Holiness Running Eagle Shooting Star drums. We sing for the White Buffalo Man. The key from the stars (whope, the falling star, humble with the holy arc) will open any door, "True Love", a devoted servant who prays and dancing all the waves (streams of light and sound).
I know you don't know me but your name struck me -- this may seem strange but I had a dream a while back, about a man with a white buffalo head( he had a human body with his neck and head covered in white buffalo hide and horns) . I have tried to look this up on the internet, but I can't seem to find anything about it. He was showing me a pattern in the sky, something about stars and something about it being a key. I'm really not sure where I was but he seemed to lead me to a sacred site that was in an area where there weren't a lot of people or anyone that had disturbed the land. Do you have any idea what this might be? or where I could look to find further information? Is there a male version of white buffalo calf woman that many people don't know about? I'm sorry to write to you out of the blue like this but something told me to contact you. Hope you have a wonderful rest of your week.
A Sacred Song Blessing for White Buffalo Man. You shared this, "he seemed to lead me to a sacred site that was in an area where there weren't a lot of people or anyone that had disturbed the land". This is spacial fields we share, called Relativity or All my Relatives. I talked/sung about it, just thought I would make it more clear. All is sacred when shared.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
The White Buffalo Man
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