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).

Grandmother Dives from the Sky, Bearing Pain for the Lakota Heart. White Buffalo Calf Woman Help Us All.

Sacred Heart Song for Grandmother Dives from the sky, our Two Foot Club, Bearing Pain for the Lakota Heart.  Sacred Drum Beat Begins by Holiness David Running Eagle Binding Us to Love

What way does my heart flow? What  way do I go?  I have so many relatives, they don't know which way to go.  I am so broken hearted.  I can feel their pain.  I am with such sorrow.  (swelling tears). I cannot feel any pain.

My heart looms forever, but they don't see the pain (others, not native).  What is glory inside me, when my relatives finds no gain?  There is so much violence, I simply don't know what to do.  My heart is broken forever, if we don't find the bloom. (swelling tears). 

How can I bee wishing for the hand of God, when White Buffalo Calf Woman doesn't seem to understand at all.  What makes her worship all the glory in the land, when my heart is broken, and my love hasn't a fall (I cannot even pray, to bow like the rainbow with humility, my heart is so broken hearted).

I am with the children, everyday in pain.  I can't feel their heart ache, because they don't speak at all (river of tears).  What can I do inside me, but offer the hands of embrace.  My people they ARE downtrodden, and they need love to gain.

There is so much glory, yet my heart knows no rungs (evolutionary changes).  I truly want to help the children, but I don't have any run (flowing over rolling rivers, the place God makes a stand).  Glory comes from inside you, but when you are beaten and abused, there is so little left inside to be, the glory of the hues (buffalo who roams, the four sacred directions of the rainbow colors).

We are going down a river, where so many tears do fall, and I am here swimming inside this human call.  What makes her (White Buffalo Calf Woman) want to help us, to guide us along the path?  Where does the return home come from, when the sun isn't shown?

I need more than, here say.  I need those who care.  I need wisdom from heaven, to cover up all our pain.  We need a heart of a relative, who doesn't complain in the wind.  We need those who stand up, to live in glory of sin (rise up from the ashes).  Those who shed their heartbeats, they don't know what they do, and White Buffalo Calf Woman she says, "trust all the hues".

There is so little time left.  There is so much to do.  I have to be aware now, of all the children who need.  What can I do now, but offer the embrace of love?  She (White Buffalo Calf Woman) is the glory, the fighter, to bring back harmony to me (grandmother space, where the children dream).

"Holy is the Woman", White Buffalo Calf Woman says.  But I am so shameful of all done and said.  These little children, they walk and talk a new way, but elders they seem lost now, because they have stopped, and prayed (ask but don't serve, as they have not forgiven).  They don't trust the children.  They don't trust the sky.  They don't trust the Great Spirits, oh why oh why don't I die.

beat...

Walking inside this dreamland, the place destiny arise.  I have hope for tomorrow, because I trust the sky.  But when will White Buffalo Calf Woman start to make the imbues, changing all the colors, to align and show the good news.

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My heart it will bleed forever.  I will guide the way.  My two feet will gather all the children to pray.  What can bee done now, if we don't look a new way?  How can we show mountains, the glory of a new a day?  My heart is eternal, the dance of the rising sun, and I will bee there forever, because I love the run.

When will White Buffalo Calf Woman, walk into our hearts.  What will she do for us, but begin a holy run.  I know God has sent her.  I must trust them all, even the Great Spirits, they too have to take the fall (dive from the sky).  I hope we can gather like relatives everywhere.  I am looking for a horizon, a place to call our home.

Singing dancing the good life.  Singing dancing the praise,  hoping for a revelation, to show us a brand new day.  I am praying for a new way!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum beat Holiness David Running Eagle for the Sacred Heart of Grandmother Dives from the sky, our Two Foot Club, who bares pain for the Lakota Heart. 
 

Warriors of the Earth  

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).