Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Land of the Holy Stand

run buffalo run into the sun, love is the holy sum
Shall I feel the world inside of me? I wish to sound this breeze. If you could imagine all this harmony, would you want to be such a part of this scene? I think you could grow on me. I could feel making love to the breeze. Such sunshine, glorious sight. We could move in solid stripes. Moving across this land, crying tears we demand. Let us feel this world. We are part of this herd.

There is a shoulder to cry on. Come wash over me. Dance to the music, the land will set you free. Welcome my hands today. Wish upon a star, yes memorial rays. Wish upon a sacred tree. Love bond to me. Think you want more than hatred, it could soil your hands. But if you dug deep and planted, you would find love. Oh, yes, it's a sacred mess. Oh yes, let us pass all the tests. Let love rule this land. It's time it's time to command.


Star and Sun light grows and flows
Tell all the people we are going home. There is nothing, nothing going to take these horns. We are setting our sights home today. Listen to this ray. LOVE is BORN, sacramental waves. Where are your sights I hear your songs. There is no understanding where you gone wrong. Listen children, it's time to bend. Love in the wind. Listen to the heartbeat on your soles and take this hinge.


Bow with me Sister in the sky tell me your cries. I can hear foot steps worrying about the why, why, why, why. I can speak to your heart today. Listen to the rays. LOVE is going to make it a great change. Listen to the heart. We are moving down this stream. Oh love is our sacred dream. I have to hold you in my heart. And we are moving to this Holy arc; Holy arks (sacred stones).


Interpretation below
Everywhere children long to feel it right, tears of delight, instead of fighting every night. Oh yeah. And let these tears run down with joy. All those girls and boys. Let them feel us as a holy word. Oh yeah. Set it to become strangers everywhere. Oh yeah. We are children of this sacred worth. Oh yeah. I can feel you. I can feel you in my heart. I breath you inside of a drumming arc. Oh yeah. My turtle drum oh feels your pain. My buffalo rumble knows your stains. And this Holiness Running in the Sky. Oh yeah, pulls all the corners to the circle to prescribe (caring about each other). Oh yeah.

Basket Dance Grandmother Dream Trance
Woman streams (red) Man beams (blue)
Tell all your Relatives to pray. Tell all this judgement to go away. Oh yeah. It's time for strangers to enter your life. Oh yeah. It's time to claim our heavenly wife (soul with inner sight and sound might). Oh yeah. Souls of this strange new land, let us be fulfilled. Oh yeah. Tell all the heavenly children, we are the holy words. Oh yeah. Tell even strangers, "Hold my hand". Hoh, hoh, hoh. Let us be married across this land.
Hopi Snake dance, nine streams and hoop!
Show me shining knights in armor everywhere. Chivalry character uncompared. Oh yeah. I know it's a time of salvation to this sacred hum. Oh yeah. Love is the land of where we begun. Sit the music in your heart. Come to the holy circle with your arc. Bend down like rainbows find your friends, those who will become helpers in the end. OH yeah .... .... ..... .... .... .... ... ..... .... .....
Twin Deer Mothers Leading Deer Dance at Taos
We are family, family, everywhere. Hoh. We are looking inside boxes hidden without regard or care. Are we going to let this all (be) gone unseen? I tell you I know, I know, you are HOLY PEOPLE AGAIN. Wishing wells come open your heart beat. Stamp on you feet dance your prayers in the winds. Oh yeah. I say it's time to bring it on in. Let us stay grateful in the end.

Cloud Dancers
Drum with me stamp your feet. Tell all the treasures feel complete in our soul. Then we will really really know. Are we blessing everyday? Are we acting out holy rays? Are sentient to this sole? Where we walk on the ground of gold? I say it's truly, heavenly bound. Oh yawh. I say it's truly, heavenly sound. Oh yawh. I say, it's you, who make it feel just right. Oh yeah. I can feel your sounding, out in the sights.

Let me hear your sacred drum. I want to hear you hold your holy hum. I know I know, it's time to feel this pain. Get down off your glory pain. Sit at a circle, gain. Oh yeah. Sit at this circle, show me your stains. Tell all the people we are moving home. Rescue is each and every stone. Beat your drum. Beat your feet. Tell those cries of the holy pipes. Shed a rainbow in the sky. Glory is the wonder of the bowing wise. Come my children wake up to this sacred cup. Oh yeah. Children wake up, to the rising of the dawn. And when we sing our song. Let your heart know it's music you expound. You need not sketch it out. Instead just cry and shout. You can feel it come on out.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to you today. There is holy waters in your praise. Love all this land and feel your soles. WAKAN is the holy rolling smoke. And listen to your heartbeat as your run. All those sacred tears have got hold of your guns. Shoot out blazing glory everywhere. Love is your ammunition of the stars. Yes it carries far. Holiness David Running Eagle come this far. Running Eagle Shooting Star drumming the buffalo march of the ONE (collective). We are listening to all those stones. We are glistening to all those sacred bones. We are the children making love. We are holy birthing of the dawning of doves. Peaceful hearts make your mark. Shooting rays of diamonds stand up to larks. Angels everywhere, gifting hearts that stare, "We love you. We love you. We love you." Oh yah. We love you. My branches are tickling. Head is bobbing to and fro. Just want you to know, we are dancing on the rainbow. Holy Eagle flying over head. Making his rounds to the holy cows (souls). Each child, a chicken (which way shall I turn) with directions we need care. Look after all this tribal hand. We are a holy land. We are the Rainbow Clan. All my Relatives, EVERYWHERE!

Image: Relatives, Right to left reading. Woman holds onto man's coattails, his rainbow colors on the red road. Man must learn to bow, with fire (red left hand intelligence, color, sole, male) and water (right hand blue road, heart, sound, soul, female). Together sacred breath upon the holy rocks (sacred brotherhood), the dew is birthed. He must dance to to and fro to know the yellow road, where dreams come true and cleansing is the great knews. She (woman top) leads his rainbow colors that bow with the sun's path (red road of eternal fire). She takes him to the basket (Grandmother dreamspace), which holds the nourishment and the kettle of eternal clouds. Man is divided (right and left, directional on the red road of the sole) and woman is guided by four directions (four feathers, representing a spacial field on the blue road of the soul). Man on the left has a red band, which represents woman dragging him along towards his heart. While man on the right has a blue band, which represents woman following him, because he had found his heart and maintained it with love. A man who bows blesses and purifies to find his way clearly. She feels protected. Otherwise woman is always pulling man to his greatness, pushing for the sacred dance and song, the to and fro between the soul and sole. Hear/here dreams come true, when we dance and sing to make it all clean. White Buffalo Calf Woman interprets this vision of the artist who shared and was aware.


Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org. Please help sponsor the Elders and Warriors continue service through Angel Services and the Great Give-a-way. We bless you through and through. Angels working to help you locally and around the world.
Join us at Hoop 6 (Stepping Stone) - Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, brotherhood)! "I Bless Myself" and "I Bless the World"


All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
New  moon Schedule
January 1, 2014 Dawning with the Suns
January 30, 2014
March 1, 2014
March 30, 2014
April 29, 2014
May 28, 2014
June 27, 2014
July 26, 2014
August  25, 2014
September 24,  2014
October 23, 2014
November 22, 2014
December 22, 2014

Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child, a divine light from within.

Image of a beaming field by Grandmother Upon the Hill, a gray child, 
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. We have entered the Dawning (re/birthing). We start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014) has begun. 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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
Image by Aunt Seasons That Sing, Silver Child
Paradise gleams, the field in the trees, dew in the breeze!

Buffalo dance between the blue and red hoops!
Sing a song, and get along, to have joy in life, full of tears, because you know, the sacred flow is all we have to get us home! Dance all day, and learn to play, with all you do and think and say, because we need love to please, to open hearts and doors to be! Welcome all your relatives, into the heart of all your sin and say, "I love you this very day" and "I won't let you get away!". I will fight for love this day, I will fight to show the way, because I am here to love you dear, my heart that sheds so many tears. And when we hope to comfort folks, then we will be prepared to say, "Come pray with me, learn joy to speak, and song and dance will keep us in relief". Whisper song and let a breeze come home to know your knees, where prayer is your living sacred breeze! White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
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Saturday, February 8, 2014

Snappy Turtle Stacks Holiness on My Back

Image: 13 stepping stones or plates, brotherhood suns turtle waits

 Snappy Turtle on my back. Holiness is there in a Stack (all those stones). Sacred Smoke Plumes such a gas (breath of holy smoke/dew/gas). We are traveling through outer time, now it's time to inner chime. Listen children to all we hear, wonderful is sown fetch filled. Glory beam to the other side. Grateful is the wonderment eyes. Love will linger to and fro, when we let the inner glow............ flow.

 Feel the wonder of the blast. Constant remedy is needed there, because the trees need all this air. Bubbles blowing everywhere. Crystalline dust beyond compare. Love is jewels in every form. Just to hear your urns. Cry on out, let us hear whale. The hunchback calls her groans and tails/tales. We are traveling through the seas, just to be near our belief, the heart of the cosmic relief.

Heaven take me for a ride, into the heavenly mystical tribe. I want to share my dreams with you. I want to share my beams with you. I want to know the glory true, my heart belongs to you. There is a place in time you sea, where butterflies join the air in the spring. And witness yes, it's charity. I gift my soul to thee. Come take a ride on my back. We will grow a garden of fun. We will share a sacred rainbow. We will walk in the grounded snow, where everyone is learning to be humble.

 We are sharing this world you sea, into the hearts of all that sings. Come share your hearts, walk your sole upon this land. We are learning to become humble man. Listen to the stage of development as she sings, the thunder horns will bring, the security everyone needs. 

 Let us rise, out from the skies. Let us fall down to become the holy rainbow shine. We are ONE. We are free, when we forgive all of our family. Let treasures find witness to our lives. Let treasures find love along this gripe, yet there when sitting still, the most beautiful song is heard, the calling of the butterflies, bring colors and blossoms that ring paradise. You and me, we could listen to this song. Upon the world. We could listen to get along. Where we shine, let us surround us with love. There is nothing but strangers that take from my heard. Yet, we are ONE HERD. Do you know me? Can you feel me? I am on the other side. And when you get there, stillness that can't bare, all the troubles to greatness we sing, then learn to be humble, walk holy, send blessings and prayers. There you will shine truly all over again. And heaven will share with you, the sailing of the seas. You and me baby, that's what we know and need. Love in the breeze.

 Let us fly along the rainbow glides, where the sliding river of tears subside, to take a rest, a moment, a breath, to ponder on this world and all SHE has to herd/heard. We are the children of this sacred land. We are the founders of a knew dawning planned. Yet it takes courage and hoping for a better save, just one more day. We will bow and cleanse our fields. And then we will be a turtle healed. And the snap will be, did you eat today. Will you stay for awhile, tell me your tale and be wise. There is so very much to share. I want you to know it's rare, the gems take hold of you, not matter what we dew, because we love you (we forgive you, the world and all that is heard in our hearts and most of all, I forgive myself, we bow).

 White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the trees again, to bring laughter upon these plates, the crossing of goodness sake/s. And love is the hand that captures the hearts of man. We are the children of the clouds, where our breath wants to sing out loud. Sharing with you today. Bowing to the holy praise!

Pte San Win Wbcw Pte San Win Wbcw

10:04pm Feb 7, 2014

Relatives, the rainbow above the humpback whale, who cries moans and wails the great songs. Join us in the holy ghost walk. Pte San Win Wbcw





Pte San Win Wbcw

10:02pm Feb 7, 2014

All my Relatives, Songs create the breath of fire's illumination. Holy smoke of the dew (cloud people). The humpback whale! White Buffalo calf Woman, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy





Twindeermother Whitebuffalocalfwoman
9:55am Feb 7, 2014




On Thu, Feb 6, 2014 at 6:28 AM, Brother Aldo Fallen Breeze wrote:

Dear White Buffalo Calf Woman, Twin Deer Mother,
Blessings to you (and hope you can feel them sent to you through my words). Thank you once again.

I also agree and believe that images are quite helpful for communicating, From my experience I have seen how the language of symbols and images have a way of speaking to the nonverbal part of us (he is talking about the wave form language we will be sharing today I hope, wbcw). Sometimes it can be an even more direct way of reaching us.

And again,thank you for your loving focus.

I also wanted to share with you that I have been practicing singing from the heart to myself in my day to day and I have been experiencing more and more the beauty of this. I've felt it is quite transformative as well as purifying in a way, it brings a great peace and a sense of expansiveness to my being. I imagine that you feel something quite similar when you practice this as well. Thank you for recommending me to do so I have enjoyed it profoundly and felt even more appreciation for the qualities of sound waves.


I am enthusiastic and looking forward to what is coming.
Thank you for your service and devotion.
And thank you for always looking to see the love and virtue in us all.
hugs,
Aldo Fallen Breeze

 Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org. Please help sponsor the Elders and Warriors continue service through Angel Services and the Great Give-a-way. We bless you through and through. Angels working to help you locally and around the world.

Join us at Hoop 6 (Stepping Stone) - Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, brotherhood)! "I Bless Myself" and "I Bless the World" 



All our Relatives, Please, Please join Us
in the Holy Ghost Walk, Gathering in Homes!
New  moon Schedule
January 1, 2014 Dawning with the Suns
January 30, 2014
March 1, 2014
March 30, 2014
April 29, 2014
May 28, 2014
June 27, 2014
July 26, 2014
August  25, 2014
September 24,  2014
October 23, 2014
November 22, 2014
December 22, 2014

Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
 From the darkness we arise a heavenly child, a divine light from within.

Image of a beaming field by Grandmother Upon the Hill, a gray child, 
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. We have entered the Dawning (re/birthing). We start to flow where it's the spiritual growth, the Great Push (January 1, 2014) has begun. 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
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
Image by Aunt 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! White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
Turtles Back
Sing a song, and get along, to have joy in life, full of tears, because you know, the sacred flow is all we have to get us home! Dance all day, and learn to play, with all you do and think and say, because we need love to please, to open hearts and doors to be! Welcome all your relatives, into the heart of all your sin and say, "I love you this very day" and "I won't let you get away!". I will fight for love this day, I will fight to show the way, because I am here to love you dear, my heart that sheds so many tears. And when we hope to comfort folks, then we will be prepared to say, "Come pray with me, learn joy to speak, and song and dance will keep us in relief". Whisper song and let a breeze come home to know your knees, where prayer is your living sacred breeze! White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
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