Re: Moon Data for the Moon Dance or Ghost Dance 3
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+Re: [Hoop 4 Blue:3126] Moon Data for the Moon Dance or Ghost Dance 2
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+Re: [Hoop 4 Blue:2780] Re: Moon Data for the Moon Dance or Ghost Dance
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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
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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.
Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony"
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”
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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
Pray With Elders around the World
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!
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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 Holy Ghosts Walk Image share by Berny Conley For all My Relatives, Your devoted servant, Whitebuffalocalfwoman Twindeermother, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy Ghost Walk Dancing Heads (Sacred song blessing title for ghost walk this new moon, the clouds that dance ceremony) There is a song inside of my head. I can feel it shine. There is a place that brings us to bind, where all is a song of the herd. Look at those fields. We are the weild. Tell all the souls., we are flying in the world. Tell all the world tempers are dying all this painting. Tell a great story we can understand. All this changing glory takes a plan. Wake up to this waking all that is shaking. Tell me a wave that shines on through. We are the story of many suns on this plane/plain. And with this is waking up a GAIN. Let us shine on insanely. Let us become gentlemen who win. Let us wake up, all this plane again. And when we ride those skies. Tell them we are looking for colliding with every single one of these reflective views/ewes. We are longing for paradise inside of our hearts. We are chiming to the story of the holy arks. And as each stone tumbles down, we are leaning on this holy ground. We have come home. We are taken our thrones. And with brotherhood a cost of lettting go like we should. Yet our hearts want to take hold of the mission of the bold hearted view. Yesterday we knew. Today we are sing a song to tell the world we are gettting along with you. We are brotherhood. A story of the hood. A gang of ONENESS across this land. And where blindness leads to the stiff the tales of mountain talls, where we fell............ on our knees, to believe. Everywhere we go, we find a willing heart that chimes. WE are binding. We are chiming to tell a story of the waken fields. And when we do not understand it is a lesson of the reprimand we will forgive them. We will learn to climb up and bind to the stones of God, in everyone, inside of each and every sun. We are children of the Oneness of this land. We are the holy bands. We are the holy bands. Telling stories of the glories all we have overcome. We are glancing into our past and making it last. Tell knew stories of the times ahead when we shone our love and that is what we bled. It's a new road glories yet told. It's a knew road, don't you want to be bold. Bolder than we have ever been. telling stories in the winds. WE could become salvation on the run. Send your love out to the world. Send your love home ........................ Tell the world we are overcome with glory filled. And when we take hold. Let us be bold. Let us take hold, to the stories yet untold. Children will be born. Ascendecy a storm. All the children will grow horns. To call out to be born. Suns arisen to the tale of the shooting stars with a great wail, a cry upon this song, the drum beat tells us to get along to the story filled. We are working to these hills. Waves of time fulfilled. We can climb those wills that want to linger by the stone, but glory bands are still unborn, how can we tears our hearts away, from every lingering fate. We are learning knew things once more. We are holy ghosts a form, we are taking of this true. We are longing, we are longing for you.......................... (silently too). Closing the doors on yesterday is breaking our hearts, yet dreams untold are taking hold of our holy arks. We are stone mountains, climbing higher than we ever knew. We are stone mountains, telling gales of gusts of knew views. Children are growing. Telling a sowing. Watching it growing into a new world. Do you see the broken hearts all that want to arc. Heal the children in all we dew, then we know the view. Yet in our telling, we forget the welling, the story of the waters edge that needed a shore to lien on. There is comfort in the family when we lean on each other in the breeze. We must fight for UNITY. we must fight for LOVE. Tell everyone we are moving in the direction of this groving, where the souls are flowing free down a river down a breeze. Let us be comforted by your love. Let us shine true by the holy doves. Let us find tailors who bind our souls, the waking of the bold. Warriors come shine through, knights in shining armor. Tell of the gallant quest of protecting this kingdom. That is where we are going to become holy humming. We are moving forth, to the kingdom worth, to chime to the call of the waking of it all. Where did you go when you were lost. Did you forget you had a boss. That was your soul. Inside of you deep inside of you seeps for this holy ghost, the spiritual toast. The place of the spirit inside of you. We are longing to become known, the holy rolling stones. WE are beings of light. We are taking this right. Tell this world we are moving clearly where the stones are trolling deep in this canal where the canyons yell out loud, the rivers and ocean's breeze, the true blue needs. Every soul can take a place to fly among the stories, the stars that are born. The planes/plains and the horns/shout outs, We are born........... We are children of the time becoming lands of the sacred milk and honey, all that we did dream is going to come true. Dancing in our heads. Dancing in our heads. Dancing in our hearts. Dancing in our hearts. Dancing in the holy arks. Dancing in hoops and woeing. We are sowing. Wow bang, hip, hop and dream. We are dancing, we are dancing to a tune. We are dreaming to become waking beaming, children of the time we did forsaken, now it's time for relief we forgave and now we give, to all of the children needing a kingdom to come home. To become royal born. Gentlemen with a field, born to become real. To find a gallant home. We are born as stones. WE are born to bloom. Everyone is part of this cruel world. Everyone is dreaming their own. Now it has time a place to change the waves because perspective has shined upon these rolling hills these views. Tell everyone we are going home. Tell everyone, ONENESS is the THRONE. TELL ALL THE PEOPLE ON THE HILL. We are royal milled. Everything given a way is telling a story of perfect kingdom paved. It is time to have everything that lasts and lasts and lasts. Every rainbow has a prince. Every dowry has a wince, a wink and a tune, a price to pay for this bloom. And each is a treasure chest for the children who want to nest to try to make better this world, forgiving each one. We have come to tell this landing place. We have come to share this holy grace. We are telling a story through, it is a heart ache we feel me and you. Yet it is a time to change to hills of glory to become happy every day. And when it is darkness in its nestling, let us find a great face, a smile a tune, let us dance till noon, then we will know how clean we could bee, such a great dream. Such a great daze. Such a great phase in time to help us all bind. I think we are tumbling down, to where is a beat on the ground. There is a child within. There is a place to grin. Telling you the beat, how wonderful and sweet, I can hear your call. I can feel your ball (of sunshine from inside of you, a great sun dancer). And when we shine this way, we feel tempered by the daze. There is a fundamental wave. There is a time to heal and pave. There is a story that is running true blue. Parting these waves to shine true to the blue inside of you, the spiritual muse, the dancer of the darkness in bloom and when it is used, the holy ghost comes out to zoom, we flying through, to beacon us home, to tell a story of these stones. The crystalline tones. Waking up today is bringing home. all the stories of the sacred born. We are children with long horns. We are children with long tales. We are children crying out to the whales, the sacred songs of the many tails (shooting stars) of the children of God. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the Sacred Suns Ghost Walk Dancing Heads. July 25, 2014 |
White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugarcanes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.
Mystic Rumi
+Re: [Hoop 4 Blue:3508] Moon Data for the Moon Dance or Ghost Dance 3
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+Re: [Hoop 4 Blue:3126] Moon Data for the Moon Dance or Ghost Dance 2
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