Could I Bee the Green Grass Tree (Sioux Nation)

Photograph of Green Grass Trees with three Peacocks by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing on her Shambala farm

Could I Bee the Green Grass Tree (for the Sioux People, the Spirit of the Lake gains a stride)

I sent my blessings out today in the wind. I told my cousins that I 'm coming home in the wind. I told my Sisters hold on to this world, because everything's blowing through, they're so thrilled. But could I, could I bee, could I bee, showing them the way? Could I bee, could I bee, saying it's only sacred waves? Could I bee, could I demand true love on this way so I could be on the red road where the treasures show me, the way? 

Could I bee, could I bee? (rattles) Could I bee, could I bee? (rattles) Could I bee, could I bee, walking talking (wakan tanka) true? Could I bee, a Great Spirit that knows the great k/news? Could I show the world exactly where to go? Could I show them exactly where the spirit will know? Could I bee the greatness that the green grass that blooms? Could I save my family sow they could come home and swoon? Fly all those rainbow colors in the sky. Fly clearly so that I know the wise. Could I bee holy walking? Could I bee holy true? Could I make the sacred fields, bring all my relatives home to you?

Could I bee, could I bee, could I bee, could I bee, could I bee, could I bee, could I bee, could I bee walking talking (wakan tanka, a great spirit) true? Walking home to, you and me Angels of the Blue, where the Golden spirit knows brotherhood's the great k/news. Could I bee, could I bee walking (wakan) for this world, showing them we're the Elder's spirit (Sioux Nation)? We know the great spear, right through your heart. That's where we throw those darts. Right through your heart. Yeah that's where we are going to show them the holy arc. Right through your heart, that's where the holy breeze comes alive. Could I be the spiritual knife?

I want to cut out all that ignorance. I'm gonna bring away all that shame and blame. I'm going to bring in something knew and it's called the heavenly gain. I will show the world how to be virtues that walk moral and complete, when I show the great give-away, it's spiritual me. Come gather with me today. Come gather with me and play. Come gather with me and know the peaceful harmonic wave. Come gather with ceremony around the gospel tree, when we tie all the hair together and it'll be one leaf (relativity). It will be one leaf. Relative sweet. It will be one leaf. We'll be growing sow sweet. It'll be sow cute and meaning and they'll be kisses and hugs. And we'll be loving each other just the dreams we did shout.

Could it bee? Could I bee? Could I bee. Could I bee. Could I bee, could I bee, could I bee, the green grass smells sow sweet. (rattles)

Photograph of Sweet Grass by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing on her Shambala farm

Sacred Song Blessing for Lakota (I stand through), Dakota (I wind two floors) and Nakota (I embrace four doors), the Great Sioux Nation, the Spirit of the Lake People. Hear the sacred seven directions find the winds, to bring us back to the ceiling again (eighth and ninth stream), where the sky touches our hearts and we all know our part, where the Rainbow grows and touches our toes, we will be dancing and singing to bring us all home.

Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing (Dakota silver child), Sister Catherine (Nakota aqua child), Sister White Buffalo Calf Woman (Lakota elder crystal child) and Brother Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star (Dakota elder lavender child). We all bow to the sacred nine streams and four holy beams, to help carry this world, to bring them home to where the sweet grass grows and our hearts know the place fulfilled. Could I bee? Yes, we are the trees! Mother's leaves (children of the matriarchal lineage, the Morning Star sheens, relatives leaves on the tree of life).

Photograph of Sunrise by Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing on her Shambala farm

Relatives, all my Relatives, 
We are all connected in the circle of life. Sioux people are connected through the matriarchal lineage, and through the Mother, we are the Eldest souls walking and talking upon this world. And our purpose is to help all the younger soul relatives, to rise up and to shine, to bring forth a new dawning. And to share with all of you, we are the true, the Rainbow crew. And everyone else is older in the flesh or on the rainbow trail, yet in times of great troubles and woes, it shall be like a child (Sioux represent on the red road) that drives us to smiles. Eldest soul, with the youngest sole, we are hear to tell the stories and bring us back to smiles of gold (dreams come true).

We are devoted servants to all the Rainbow Clan (mankind) and need each child of the world to understand, we are here to rise up every single man, for we are all Relatives, Man as well as relatives to the rocks, plants, trees and animals of the seas (envisioning). Cosmic dust fly with me, in order that I can bring home all the leaves, relatives of the tree of life around the world. We bow to the sacred nine streams and four holy beams and with fire and water, we shine out, to bring back ceremony to our lives.

We are devoted to you, all the sacredness and the true blue. All the hoops of life, we bow to the Rainbow strife. May blessings find all our relatives in life. We are the born wife (daughter nation, red hoop); dutiful, protective, giving, adoration, blessed, heavenly virtues of life, the rising sun, the morning star, we begin with Mother after all. We the Sioux Nation, the Spirit of the Lake people around the world, we gift our lives for you, as we have always done. Now it's time to rise to the GREAT GIVE_A_WAY. We teach you, the great smile, an open heart in receiving good news, Relatives coming home true to you.

Thank you Rainbow Clan, around the world and that includes you. We love you and gift our hearts away. We bow with you.

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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, finally to drink from his own spiritual cup.)

Grandmother of the Green Grass Asks for Blessings for the Family "Fool Bull"

FOOL BULL, “Tatanka Witko,”
Brule Sioux Medicine Man (1844-1909)
This medicine man and warrior,
who fought at the Battle of Little Bighorn,
holds his painted buffalo hid shield,
and a horse quirt of the Dog Soldier Society.
Photograph by John A. Anderson, 1900
Fool means medicine.  Bull is the male buffalo
representing the light.  The Buffalo represent the
sacred four directions in rainbow colors,
our holy temple where our soul resides.
This name Fool Bull means medicine
for the four roads (blue, red, yellow and white)
and the many splendid colors, our relatives!
Visit whitebuffalocalfwoman.net for Roads

Beloved Grandmother Iron Hand Robert,

Welcome to the Hoop 5 Group RainbowClan. This hoop five is the center or whole of four hoops. It's sanctuary, but in it's roots. Due to the many requests of Grandmothers (gray persons), I have given this space over to them, including you Grandmother. 

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Grandmothers of the Green Grass (hoops), Native Americans (eldest souls) and Sanctuary for the Rainbow Clan! 

(The online Village of Sanctuary Space.  Travelers can come to visit.  Either get blessed or walk away, depending on need. But those who stay, must enter hoop 4 and begin learning and sharing about Evolution.)

Your eldest rainbow color is Gray. This means, you are Grandmother Space who must hold all atoms.  The Green person is the embrace of Oneness, but Grandmother is the embrace of all dreams, our relatives.  My eldest rainbow colors is crystal, thus I sign, crystal person.  You can plug colors (search box) in at this website http://crystal-indigo-children.blogspot.com and Grandmother will come up, on almost every page, because we all carry Grandmother or the last point of space, the darkness of heaven, in order that we can dream and reflect our light in Rainbow Colors.

Telling stories is the gift of Grandmother to guide and weave our destiny (spider, dream catcher).

You, my Grandmother said,  "I've been aware mentally that the Creators plan is perfect and that no matter what happens, as the old world dies and a new one is born, as long as we align ourselves with love and gratitude, we are safe. While I was looking at these angels though they opened my heart to this reality and all fear and doubt were washed out of me by there divine presence. It was a beautiful experience and blessing!"

This is a problem, you understand, because you are from heaven (New colors of awareness of the Rainbow Clan). But the children of earth, don't understand this feeling or even trust their own souls. This awakening is frightening to people. I had this one person, who kept telling me to be on the right path, telling me how to act, without him ever validating me (embrace of heaven, the echo or validation). I kept saying blessings are the key to opening your heart to heaven. But this is not being understood, by most, as they are stuck in their behaviors of capitalism and domination, not understanding they hold all the keys, they need, inside their very own hearts. Blessings cleanse our inner and outer world, purifying the winds, in order we can feel ourselves again, our own heart and soul. This allows our contribution to shine, each a member of the Rainbow Clan.

Heaven rules and reigns with love, the path (crystalline stone river, united four roads), that blessings will protect, but those who walk the path, need understand, that it's pretty simple. Start doing your fire blessings every single day, and bless hourly to create sanctuary space. Read here http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.org/blessingsandprayers/creatingsacredspace/walkabout, promote this for everyone, for this is the path (turns into the crystalline form of perfection when blessed, the buffalo home of four directions, where the winds do blow), to those, who simply don't understand heaven.  Darkness needs to be blessed.  And all is saying it's the light. But it's the light that is impure.  To cleanse both light and darkness, we bless with fire to keep us safe in a changing world.  "I Bless the Sacred Nine Directions".  Where light and darkness fold into one space we have a singularity or Oneness feeling, that is overcoming our perspective in evolution. We are swirling together, in Grandmother Space. We bless the water. And we sing songs from our hearts. We unite inside world (soul of heaven, dark) to the outside world (flesh of earth, light). The light we seek, is the "a light from within" the darkness. This light is caused by looking at self (seeker, journeyer) inside the darkness of heaven, the star that shines within you (twinkling lights of rainbow colors). 

From the darkness, light begins, pureness without any sin. To keep it safe, be bless with fire, to alleviate all our sentient desires (impure or sin). We need not claim all as our own, but that we are part of the fabric of a loom.  And we need only purify our hearts, our heaven, our soul, our dark. For then we know the red road wave, the fire that rages and lasts and blasts.  This is where we end our lives, eternal circle of loving desires! Walk into a heart today, teach them how to pray. Open up the soul to waves, the rainbow train is here to take, the many splendid colors we loom, a blanket that keeps us safe and blooms (our hearts feel alive).

You just missed this, you might like to read it. Welcome home Grandmother Iron Hand Robert http://grandmothersofthegreengrass.blogspot.com/2010/08/grandmothers-of-green-grass.html

your devoted servant,

White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter

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Dearest White Buffalo Calf Woman, 

Thank you again for your blessings and presence.  You didn't reply to my last email so I wanted to check in. I trust you are well. 

I would like to ask for your blessings for some Lakota friends of mine the Fool Bull family. I keep them in my prayers. I feel they could use the extra love. Thank you!

Yours in Joy, Peace and Love!

Grandmother Iron Hand Robert

Beloved Grandmother Iron Hand Robert,

Thank you for your loving embrace. I have brought forth, the knowledge Grandmother Space (dreams are woven) or heaven's darkness, into the light below, our home, Earth.  There is much misunderstanding of heaven and woman, as they represent all darkness and negative ions. As Grandmothers speak around the world, there needs to be knowledge, that Grandmother is Space, where darkness of heaven, embraces all things including light. And during this time of awakening, we need realize our heavenly darkness of our soul's dream, need only a purification process, and this is what brings us forwards into a new dawning.  Yellow Chief says, "I accept this challenge".

Lakota people around the world suffer for the Red Road (law of love), because they are ordained highest on the western shore.  They are the Chosen People of the Spirit of the Lake known as the Lakota, Dakota, Nakota people and often affectionately called the Great Sioux or Snake Nation. Snakes represent the sacred purifying embrace, total love law.  It is the darkness of the soul, that holds the light, the star of heaven (your soul) or a light from within (perspective from the inside out). If one is purified by the sacred blessing rituals, then one is more apt or able to follow the red road, along the trail of love, the spiritual embrace which the snake represents. When we travel to and fro between realms we do know, the heart and the flesh, now does need to take a rest. We ponder on the other side, but know it's time to collide, to bring heaven home to earth, it's time for us to share one girth.  We are once again, on the red road, the law of love resumes over our lives. (The other chosen people who are ordained on the eastern shore are the Suns of Jacob, but this is another blog). This means, they, the Lakota people are here to teach the way of the Red Road, the law of love, through the spiritual embrace of a Grandmother. This represents the darkness of heaven, our soul's path.  This is Evolution.  We move forward in time and travel within dark space our heavens, within.  Where dreams begin and take flight, we who dare walk the path of love. What often happens, is that when we suffer, we do so for the ones we love.  In this case, the Lakota people suffer for the whole of the world, yet still tries to offer you the spiritual embrace and to guide you to walk the right way through prayer and blessings, along the path of the Red Road, the law of love.

This is difficult since the Native Americans have been taught to deny their own souls, with the threat of death. And through generations, hate filled their hearts, rather than trusting their own souls. The path from heaven, the blue road is to forgive and embrace those who did not know their own way home, towards the heart of another (relatives are we). Now all that is left is the return home to the soul within. Here we journey towards the truth of one's path.  This is what a Lakota is to teach others, how to be a living "Sun Dance". They must first reclaim their own greatness inside their souls.  The Rainbow Clan gets lost because we view the world of light as a reflection to our inner darkness of our heavenly soul.  To begin to trust the soul, one must seek the path towards the Red Road, the law of love, through sacred fire blessings and then the light from within, can be ignited, to become the "Sun Dance". 

http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.org/blessingsandprayers/creatingsacredspace/walkabout

We offer a Sacred Song Blessings for our relatives, the 

Fool Bull family (below). Thank you for your request, Grandmother Iron Hand Robert for the blessings of our family who are in need.

your devoted servant,

White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter

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Sacred Song Blessings for our relatives, the Fool Bull Family, medicine to the rainbow colors.

(Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star begins the sacred drum)

Let's feel the world alive again. I want to know my relatives in the wind.  But everywhere I go, they don't recognize my soul. I want to give, but no surprise lies in the wind.  Each day I pray to the Great Spirits some way.  Each day, my soul suffers for thee. I give my life, for you in the wind, while I teach them to pray.

There you go again, walking away from my love.  Don't you look upon your heart?  I say to you, my relative of the blue, I come home to embrace you.  

(rapid drum)

Beat of my heart. Can't you feel the wind?  I know you are sailing through.  I say my Great Spirit, collides inside, to tell you my heart resides. Deep inside the stone river collides, I wonder, how do I survive?  And there are days, when my heart does say, "I'm a miracle away"!

(rapid drum slowing down, stronger, step, step, I lift my feet, my heart beats)

And here I walk a lonely path, for one day, I will be with you.  I know my heart will yearn for God, the Spirit of the Greatness in you.  My relative.  My relative.  My relative, I love you.  My relative.  My relative.  My relative, I adore you. 

Can you feel me?  I want to sing with you.   Can you feel heaven's embrace. I want to feel you.  Can you feel me? I'm on my way too ♥¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ Can you feel the dance of the stepping shoes. Can you feel me?  I want to be close to you.  Can you feel me?  My heart carries forth towards you.  Can you feel me?  I am waiting in the winds.  Can you feel me?  I'm blessing you again!

(strong drum beat, steady, full hearted, synchronistic)

Now, we are marching upon the stones of tears (crystalline stone river is built upon the heart, where tears flow to cleanse our souls, we are from heaven, the blue road, forever and ever).  Now we are marching home without any fear (because we have blessed and offered prayers for relatives). Now we are alive, because we can feel no more knives (pain and suffering, from those who do not know of sacred blessings). We are down trodden, but we survive.   And on this road of love, we walk with proud eyes.   We open our heart to embrace the skies.  And my heart feels, the sun dance come alive (swelling heart, tears begin to flow).  My heart feels, I will survive.

(drum beat continues)

And when we look down the road to paradise.  Green Grass home (spiritual embrace leads the way), where all children do survive.  Give them greatness, to overcome tragedy.  Give them love, to over come the seas (oceans of time, blue of you and me, relatives on the tree).  And when the rainbow shines feel the heart of thine, remember the winds, of all the lost and sacred times (offer a prayer to the winds).  Tell my story and let flow in the winds.  Give my star of heaven, let it shine to begin.

(rapid drum beat,heavy labored breathing, flight of the soul arise).

Winds of time, give me wings to fly.  Winds of time, give me wings to shine.  Winds of time, give me relatives, who will be mine.  Winds of time, bring me home to the place that is thine.  Along the river road (stone river).  Along the flowing road (motion of time, the journey).  Along the crystal bounds, the flowing grow (flowers everywhere).  Along the river road, where rocks form tears that flow (stone of tears, the shining reflection, like a star in heaven, blessed crystal -alightfromwithin- shines, jewels of the seas).  Along the river road, the crystalline sun does shine.

Give me  a home, where the buffalo roam (journey of four directions of rainbow colors together, the Rainbow Clan).  Tell the stories, that gift a perfect heart.  Travel together, where the red road does flow. Remember you are a shining star from heaven's glow. Can you feel me?  Can you feel time?  Can you feel the river flow, it's about time. Can you feel me?  I am walking with you.  Down by the river, the rocks sing to you!  The green grass grows.  The dreams do flow.  The dreams awake, to heaven's sake!

Let me dance this day.  Give my Greatness away.  Let me show the world, my love is here to stay. Let me pray for you.  Let me guide the view. Let me show the world, all about you.  I embrace you. I love you.  Forever in the blue, the heaven, that's in you!

(Drum is steady, rhythmic and constant!)

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, elder lavender person, wakan wiccasa or holy man. Thank you Fool Bull's family for walking the Red Road, the law of love, that sings and reverberates across the heavens, inside of the blue, relatives, me and you! This sacred song blessings, was for you.  Requested by a Grandmother of the Green Grass, who welcomes you home!

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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 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).

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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)

Kari Ann Cowan, (Niece to Peltier), Assistant Coordinator
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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

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).

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

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).