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.

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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"

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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

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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