I Sing Lullabies To Bring A New View!

I sing lullabies, to the heart that knows despise.  I sing lullabies, to men who don't have much in their hearts.  I sing lullabies, to those who seek and find.  I sing lullabies, to those who can't find the time.  And when we soar in our dreams, we do find and all believe.  It's a place, where hearts are known. It's a place we do grow. 

I sing lullabies, to bring the weeping tears.  I sing lullabies, to hear my heart soar.  I sing lullabies, to feel the meek.  I sing lullabies to hold and keep.  And my heart knows, where you flow.  My heart soars to explore and know.   We are greeted with loving arms, when we cherish even harm (hold impure in our arms to bring them home).  I sing lullabies, to those who dare.  I sing lullabies, to bring and share.  I sing lullabies, to find a home.  I sing lullabies to grieve alone.  And when we feel so much pain.  We think God didn't find our prayers, but we try and try again, to be the greatness in all this sin.

I sing lullabies, to bring us home.  I sing lullabies to find and groan.  I sing lullabies, to find your heart.  The place my soul does shout and start.  And when the winds, find light outside, I know we are greatness, we can't hide.  It's a bloom, like a rose, a road that we follow, we all transpose.  I sing lullabies to be with you.   I sing lullabies to bring a new view.  I sing lullabies to find a heart.  I sing lullabies, to creep and groan.  It's a world, we need to fill.  It's a song, that leaps unheard.  It's a place, we dream at night to bring day without plight.  I sing lullabies to be with you.  I sing lullabies for a new view.  I sing lullabies to purify the days.  I sing lullabies, to save the graze.  Come with me, down the road.  Come with me, and I will show, where the green grass grows again, where the soil is rich in wind. 

I sing lullabies, to find your heart.  I sing lullabies, so we are never apart.  I sing lullabies, to be with you.  I sing lullabies to find a new view.  And it's a heart that finds a soul.  It's a start, that leads to gold.  And my wisdom, does fly with you.  We are always true and true.  I sing lullabies, to be near you.  I sing lullabies, to find a new view.   I sing lullabies, to weep my sins.  I sing lullabies to children again (we are born again, in the spirit, the soul does rise up and make a stand).  And we do creep among the vines (bonded together, heaven and earth), where we stand tall, like trees divine. I know you, are in my heart and I don't need us to part.  I sing lullabies in the wind.   I sing lullabies to bring the trees home. I sing lullabies to bee with you.  I sing lullabies to find a new view.

There are days, when all is wrong.  There is shame, that seems undone.  But if I soar above the clouds,  I will find heaven aroused.  I sing lullabies to be with you.  I sing lullabies for a new view.  I sing lullabies, to find a heart.  I sing lullabies, never to part.  It's a soul, that travels the road.  It's the heart that always knows.  It's a time, for loving guise, to bring the heart outside.  I sing lullabies to be with you.  I sing lullabies, to have a new view.  I sing lullabies, to find a heart, the weeps and soars, never apart, never apart.  Never apart. We must only start. 

I feel waves and waves going to heaven. This song was sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, for the request of Lakota Warrior Hawk Feathers (Lenord Peltier) who needed a lullaby.  Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, our Father Red Hand.

There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

Leonard Peltier Requests Sacred Song Blessings for Neice Kari Ann Cowan

Whispering pines in the meadows. I seek a home with you.  Don't you know my ghetto, the view, without you. There is a heart that lingers, when I don't have a sacred view.  I don't feel like I'm able to capture the sacred view. I wonder what to do.  I seek a heart that is true.  And when all does blow, the glorious show.  The magic of time does fulfill, the times of God is a rolling hill.

Where we go in the middle, the clouds do fly so high.  I wonder how does it feel, to be there blushing so shy.  I want to cry.  But now it's no time for alibi's. I must walk forth, to bee on course.  The heart of a magical ride.  I know God has more for me in this stride.

Walk in the hearts of the people sometimes it's so hard to do.  I think that we do meddle, a little too much to settle, but how are we going to find this sacred view, if we don't get involved with you.  And I know Great Spirits do linger, in the halls where we do kringle (play like little children, pure in heart, each a blessed child and present from God, in the circle of life.  I thee wed my soul to my flesh, to unite, the golden light so bright, there we follow the great star of tomorrow, and we do want to roam some more, to the end of the wondrous rainbow), the magic of time, does make us all blind (shining light from within, faith).  And when does it turn our way, the children who long to play.  We walk into the sacred gray (heaven in our dreams).

Now I look for heaven, inside the gust of levin*(responsibility to the duties of Godliness, especially the ordained of the horizon's caretakers, One who is anointed with wisdom, for the nest of God  is one who abides by the laws of heaven upon earth, love), the place we do hide, it's so much more than pride, it's time for us to be Greatness inside.  Our souls are busting to get out musting (to be holy bridge that crosses realms), it's what we do with our soul.  It's how we become so bold.  It's time for us to begin the rush of time.  Don't you need us to be so blind.  I know God is a heart that chimes. Where are you, the White Calf Woman, deer.  Where are you?  I want to know when you come home near.  I am feeling the fear, the people do need a home.  We are all looking for you to roam.  Come on home to us in our hearts.  Don't you walk away, don't you be a part.  Bring magic in the air.  Fill up with God everywhere.  And then we will find a way, always looking for a new day.  It's time for us to chime, with all our Lakota hearts of thine. We lead them like we should, back home to brotherhood.

My heart is so full.  And I don't have any pills (no psychoactives needed anymore, as we move in evolution, we share realms as we move to and fro, the third phase here we go).  And when I walk into the store.  I think I need some more.  But what are we going to do, if we don't have any clues? (instead share your heart too) Come walk with me. Hold my hand and set me free.  Find a way to survive.  And let us know you won't die (fighting for what is right).  We are going home to family.  I know you do need me.  And when things do find a way.  We'll look out and pray.  God has a plan.  We are here to stand.  Lakota will be a man, the woman who finds the embrace. The light who doesn't make mistakes. The inner soul does shine.  The heart of gold will blind.  Lakota will be the inner light set free, to lead the people home everywhere. Let's join in hearts and not be scared.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (Lakota, Nakota), Holiness David Running Eagle Drums (Dakota, Ojibwa), for the Sacred Song Blessing for Kari Ann (Lakota, Dakota).  Hawk Feathers (Leonard Peltier, Lakota) did request this song, for his niece, Kari Ann Cowan. White Buffalo Calf Woman does say, "Your neice is greatness.  She lifts the soul for all to behold. I am so proud of her, even in her mistakeness (she thinks, laughter, for she is perfect)". July 5, 2010

*Levin: Jewish biblical tribe of Levi, whose descendants the Levites had distinctive duties in the Temple period of the Magic Mushroom. These high priests has duties to keep track of the entheogens or psychoactive substances used in a religious, shamanic or spiritual context, to search for the divine God inside us. These psychoactives generate an affect on the pineal gland (regulates light and dark), which then allows you to enter into darkness or heavenly space, the dream world. Supplemental for healing, transcendence, and revelation, including: meditation, psychonautics, art projects, and psychedelic therapy)

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Send Cards and Letters: Leonard Peltier #89637-132, USP-Lewisburg, US Penitentiary, PO Box 1000, Lewisburg, PA 17837 Thank You.  A Blessing for the Prison Yard Below!


We bless the prison yard. We bless the prison yard.  We bless the prison yards, the place where all the men do go to spar. It's mighty and feisty in here.  The place that doesn't have any fear.  But we are always looking for a run, over the ceiling and into a gun. It's a place of disease, that longs to be free.  Not only is man, a made up prison full of guns.  Sow we bless the air and it's space, the growning (groaning, growing) grace of our love.  Feel the wind go across the face, the knowing holding empty grace.  But where do the grass grow.  I don't hear it, it's so cold.  But if it's like heaven only knows, then we could bless them all free.  Join in harmony.

Let this world know it's about time, that prisons and it's chime is taking away from us, the men who need liberate us.  It's renegades who lead the way, always pushing forth a new gait.  And it's time for us to learn twice, how to deliberate and know nice.  We bless the breeze, the county and it's fleas.  We bless the sky, the holy and why.  We bless the night, the day time events. We bless the fields of dreams that compare to be (set) free. 

And it's a home.  A place where it seems like animals roam.  But what you know inside, it's not much different outside. The places you do go, it's like an empty store.  Nothing there to find your way. Only looking back to say, "where have you been". Sow hear we are.  Blessings all the stars.  all the men inside, the women who hide, to find the love they desire. The heart of all this is mire.  And when it's done.  We are going to live under the sun.  And dreams will be our lessons.  While we bless the space we do live.  Just how do we give?


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Drums, a blessings for the Prison Yard. Do your part, send cards and letters to Leonard Peltier #89637-132, USP-Lewisburg, US Penitentiary, PO Box 1000, Lewisburg, PA 17837.  Do not expect a reply. This is your gift for a relative who has been suffering for the world.  

Your love and encouragement means much to those in prison life. Many of our warriors are locked up, without device.  Let your heart return, to where you gift and earn, that path to angel wings, to be sacred and free. Blessings for you, it's true! Heaven upon earth, it's new.  And we who can chime, bring in the bells of time, to say, we ring for freedom everywhere, to eliminate all this fear, for love has a way of conquering all we do and say, when we know that it's an embrace that goes the furthest way.  And when you gift your heart, you gift heaven's part, the soul, that earns wisdom each day.  Let's all return back to sacred ways.

Do your part, send cards and letters to Leonard Peltier #89637-132, USP-Lewisburg, US Penitentiary, PO Box 1000, Lewisburg, PA 17837. 

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

Chief Holiness Arvol Looking Horse Prays "Let's Work to Make Things Right"

Warriors of the Rainbow Stand Up!

"I am not a Hero", says Warrior.  "Then you must become One", says Chief.

Fourth of July, 2010

Holiness Looking Horse Sacred Song Blessing

Tell me where does the wind blow?  I feel it across my face. I wonder where is heaven, where earth looks below?  And if I did hear the gust, that blows towards me this day.  I am the devoted servant, that longs to always pray. If only the woman (heaven's laws) would stay.

Now there is a spring time.  There is a place that shines.  We are on a mountain, to swing our hearts divine.  There we seeee the rushing breeze, a place to fill all life.  If only we did have comfort in all of this living strife.  Oh where is our lady, who comes in the wind.  We look for her to begin.

Singing my heart out, doesn't release the pain.  But when I find comfort, my relatives can sing.  But few days will gift us, a living breathing prayer, when we feel together, the heart, the human air.  We should be the billows across the living floors (grass, plains, oceans floors too, valleys).  We are the sails, that dream this day.  Let us build and remember to pray.  I want our family all over the world, to be happy and fulfilled.

But soon, destruction shall enter this land.  Soon, God's wind will come and dance.  Great Spirit comfort me, hold my hand, while we learn to make our stand.  Upon the rolling hills of the land. And then we do journey into the heart of honey, the land that offers us even more.  Miracles do happen, when we do choose, to lapping (vision: like a dog with a bowl of milk, enjoyment).  There we should know abundance galore.  It's time for us to more forth.

My children, my tribe, what do we all hide?  I wonder how often we hurt each other in pain (inside).  How can we overcome this, with out our perfect chosen.  When will she come among and shine. We are looking for the road, to make our time.  And we can learn to flow with her.  The white calf is golden heifer.  The creation did remember, the songs we do sing.  Let our woman come and survive.  Filling the hearts with pure knives (separation and division, like cutting a cake, to share, divide equally, brotherhood).  We are looking for these good times.  We are looking for heaven to shine.

The days seem so long, the animals have no home.  The people they get along, but don't see the way.  I look upon my people, and think where are the steeples, that shine so bright and light the sky from within?  Where do they get their wind?  I look really hard, to find out what counts. I need to know their hearts.  I want to know my part.  And days are looking thin.  How Great Spirits do you come in?  I want to walk with you.  Great Father with a view.  And when we shine our lights, then rainbows relieve all plight.  Great Mother, you will have your clan, the children who do not demand.  But care for all your needs.  We will love you without any disease.  We shall gift to you what you give, the love that always stiff (law of love).  Thank you for your gifts.

And soon, she'll come along.  White Buffalo Calf Woman.  She''ll take the horns by command and watch over the land.  It's time for all the clans, to rise up and make a stand.  And there we go again, to open all the wind.  And we should live twice, to gain our halls even with this price.  We are glory everyone, all holy and unstung.  We shall learn to be the sweet heart.  We shall learn to keep our part.  We shall know the forbidden truth.  That God does need you. 

Rise up inside your hearts.  Find love that always parts (waves so you may journey forth).  And let the world come in, to walk the red road again.  Let there be more of me, the song that sets all our children free.  Let's work to make things right. Let's feel our heart, contrite (deep sorrow, remorse), and turn it into love, that grows, forgives and flows.

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star on Buffalo Drum.  White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings.  Sacred Song Blessings, from the heart of Holiness Looking Horse, Chief to the Great Sioux Nation (lakota, nakota, dakota).

"Pilamayo", Lakota greeting and salutation meaning: in Love and light (luminous and numinous).  True heavenly song meaning: "Traveling over the roads, we find and greet the heart, to know the spirit longs not to be apart, and that's where I long to be with you and me, come let's dance, and fly to eternity", sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

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Arvol Looking Horse
is the 19th generation keeper of the White Buffalo Calf Pipe Bundle and holds the responsibility of spiritual leader among the Lakota, Dakota and Nakota People.

We are a horse nation, we are buffalo people.
There is a mysterious connection between humans and horses. And nowhere is this more apparent then among Native Tribes of the Plains. The Lakota name for the four-legged who became so inextricably woven into the intricacies of their lives is "s'unkawakan," or "sacred dog." A name, reflecting the deep affinity among the people, and the animals' role in their society, says Chief Arvol Looking Horse. 

To read about Wolf Warriors and their Heavenly Names please visit here! http://peacefulwisdomprayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/brother-wolf-speaks-warrior-freedom.html

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Pray With Elders around the World

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Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions

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There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

I Dreamed of White Buffalo Calf Woman and the Heart of the Buffaloes

June 30, 2010, Stockton, California, USA. Jeff Golden Light of Sound said, "I dreamed of the White Buffalo Calf Woman, she pointed to her heart and Buffaloes of all colors formed a circle, the White Buffalo went to the heart and all other Buffaloes followed."

About Jeff (meaning peace) [He is the Singular (mission) father (leading) that goes around town (evolution's call to the circle of life). We call him the Golden Light of Sound, he is the chosen one, to view the world, but he needs to come home to call. There he will find a home where all will know his knives (sharing and dividing). Without a place to trumpet, he does not have a home. He longs to find a home where all can find a lid (roof, sanctuary, green grass home). Jeff Golden Light of Sound is the House of Cones (light reflection in evolution), the blossom, that reigns forth. Don't be alarmed, he should go away. But be sure his heart will stay. He is the bishop to your pawn (blessing you). You can rise up to his call. Blow billows of sunshine in the air. He will be standing in the streams so fair.]

Jeff Golden Light of Sound said, "I dreamed of the White Buffalo Calf Woman, she pointed to her heart and Buffaloes of all colors formed a circle, the White Buffalo went to the heart and all other Buffaloes followed."

White Buffalo Calf Woman Interprets: The heart is the path into heaven, where our souls do hide. We all belong to the Circle of Oneness, the Rainbow Clan. For we are all related and of God. A Buffalo represents the tools of light, in four rainbow colors, to assist your heavenly mission (heavenly name). This is our holy temple, our flesh, the Buffalo Home. White Buffaloes are like the stars, those who shine, united four roads, the blue, red, yellow, then white, the star. Grandfather light (white person, in their tools of light, rainbow directions) naturally shines like this, the white light of unity, who is humble, and bows like the Rainbow to receive blessings. The rest of us, must learn to walk this humble path, to shine like stars. These are the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy who unite! A White Buffalo is the Star of Heaven, who shines upon Earth, walking and talking (wakan tankan, the Great Spirit Within) the united four roads. These are the White Buffaloes who are able to walk through the door of heaven, the crystalline heart of White Buffalo Calf Woman, to greet thyself (mirror to the soul, the heart of the crystal person), the soul seeking a way out, to illuminate and shout, to be validated, for who I am! The Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, learning to become the White Buffaloes (stars of heaven, that shine), begin the Great Migration home. We enter the Third Phase of Evolution, the yellow rolling hill in time (dawning of brotherhood), where dreams do come true. Heaven and Earth, Welcome Home!

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: When pointing to the heart, the direction that imparts, the wisdom of the path of the inner light. Here we are many rainbow colors, all part of the same vision of the sacred circle of life. We are relatives, who need to come home twice. Once in the flesh (red road), and once in the soul (blue road), then we know, that we have binded our whole. When we follow the path of the heart and the soul, all other buffaloes will flow, for rainbows of latter (ancestors), the buffalo homes that have been shattered (separated and divided), will carry us home, to a brand new day, when we look for the heart that leads the day (to flow together, as one shining river).


The tools of light, do shine, like the holy temple of the mind, the flesh that does hold a soul inside. We call the tools of light, the buffalo home. For it's four sacred directions, that gift to us eight directions, the four colors then reflection, to gift our lights. Then we are the Rainbow Colors, the clan that does show reason, when we understand, that we belong to each others, by demand. For it's God's children, we hold the upper hand, for it's sacred in here, where the buffalo steer, the trembling of the hooves who do gallop away. We are here to lead the great migration day.


The circle of buffalo were the sacred rainbow colors, parts each of us, to be whole again, when we join together, in the wind. And as we join together, we follow the fortunate weather, it's inward, the heavenly route, the soul that flies, all inside. And heaven is what leads us, where all buffalo do feed us, to go home again. To feel the wind again. We are going home. To be under the sun.


And it's time for us to gather, to listen to our hearts talk. To walk the path of righteousness in the wind. And when it's all over, we will journey together, the path of love, the holy days, of eternity. Oh blessed bee, let us dream together and be free. Rejoice, Rejoice, the Green Grass Grows!

Warriors of the Rainbow (North, where the light dawns)
When the White Buffalo arrives, the children - Warriors of the Rainbow - will seek new ways of understanding themselves and others and begin to learn how to walk in balance. The whirling rainbow will appear in the form of a Sun Dog for those who are ready to see.  Buffalo represents North on the Medicine Wheel. "Abundance" & "Spirit of Abundance" Buffalo teaches us to follow the easiest path and what is best will happen if we allow it. In many Native American traditions, White Buffalo is the most sacred animal, signaling a time of abundance and plenty.

"When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow" Old Native American Prophecy 

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Pray With Elders around the World

Hear Your Relatives Perfect Flowing Hearts
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions

Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!

 

There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).