White Buffalo Calf Woman sings: Star Bright, Star Light, Show Me Good Sight
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White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
Mar 25, 2016, 1:48:56 AM3/25/16
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Star Bright, Star Light, Show Me Good Sight
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Star Bright, Star Light, Show Me Good Sight
Look at the welcome wagon. It is full of stars in the sky. All of those colors painting magic. This is the reason why. All of the children of the Rainbow come to hold hands with the good knews. We are the awakening to the nest you sea, the place where we live eternally. Look at the stars in the sky. There the journey will crawl upon the wise, where the waves flow and magic will know, just how we learned to survive.
Look at the stones in the sky, where the colors come to collide. All the people we know, looking for a grand show. We are making magic all in the rows. When stones are lit with every color, time is awakening to our dreams. We wanted to become the place of fields and now we are looking on this great wheel. Time has come to the children of the sun, where the stones are stars in the sky. Tell all the people we are coming home. Welcome to this sacred storm.
Born in the yesterday breeze, the stones in the stars, wear our seas. Magic forever and ever we roam, to learn to find a sacred home. There we will become true, the fields of diamonds you knew. We are the colors and magical wheel, where our stories will heal. Let us forgive everyone. Time has often shown us as suns. Blinded by our own light and left to our plight. It is time for the moon to come home.
Reflections from all the seas, where visions come to us gallantly. There is a crossroads. There is a plain. There is a spacial field to grain. There is a time to roll over and bind, all the colors in the wind. We are looking for love, in the stones that shine from above. Yet we walk on our feet, the sacred stones complete. Mother Earth shines her face. Let us learn how to make chase.
Stones in a field full of fun, when the heart is a place of fun, suns in a row, diamonds that snow, the flakes of pure cosmic snow. We are leaning on the fields, where mountains and diamonds are real. For everyone needs fun in the sun. Let us find the place where we cry. Then when time is flowing to night. Let us have a place of dreams a good sight, where the holy is within, the brightness begins, the reflection of all of our dreams. We are learning to stream. Painting the sky forever and a day. Look at the fields, growing grass wheels. It is time for us to dream.
Stones of every color. Gems that make us cry. Tears of desire, the painting known mire, looking for a place to play. Look at the fields of the rainbow, where the green grass comes to be won. We are the shelter for everyone home. We are the place of the suns. Making magic is our pastime. Making dreams come true is the way. Making whole the confusion to stand up in rooms and share it with all mystery, then the puzzle finally able to sea, all of the visions we share magnificently. Dream my children of the rainbow. Warriors are protecting this land. And when you are taken to the land of confusion, bow down and pray, (then rise up a gain) learn to stand.
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star bringing the heartbeat of the world. All those stones and diamonds sparkling in the sky, showing us the way home navigation cries. Tell us a sacred story. Feel the heartbeat of the glory. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings this sacred song, to heal all the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy belong. Time for our veterans across the land, to heal and make us a stand.
Hoot out to all our soldiers.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, the Rainbow Promise
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Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
https://plus.google.com/u/0/communities/117980089606435824739
Star Bright, Star Light, Show Me Good Sight
Look at the welcome wagon. It is full of stars in the sky. All of those colors painting magic. This is the reason why. All of the children of the Rainbow come to hold hands with the good knews. We are the awakening to the nest you sea, the place where we live eternally. Look at the stars in the sky. There the journey will crawl upon the wise, where the waves flow and magic will know, just how we learned to survive.
Look at the stones in the sky, where the colors come to collide. All the people we know, looking for a grand show. We are making magic all in the rows. When stones are lit with every color, time is awakening to our dreams. We wanted to become the place of fields and now we are looking on this great wheel. Time has come to the children of the sun, where the stones are stars in the sky. Tell all the people we are coming home. Welcome to this sacred storm.
Born in the yesterday breeze, the stones in the stars, wear our seas. Magic forever and ever we roam, to learn to find a sacred home. There we will become true, the fields of diamonds you knew. We are the colors and magical wheel, where our stories will heal. Let us forgive everyone. Time has often shown us as suns. Blinded by our own light and left to our plight. It is time for the moon to come home.
Reflections from all the seas, where visions come to us gallantly. There is a crossroads. There is a plain. There is a spacial field to grain. There is a time to roll over and bind, all the colors in the wind. We are looking for love, in the stones that shine from above. Yet we walk on our feet, the sacred stones complete. Mother Earth shines her face. Let us learn how to make chase.
Stones in a field full of fun, when the heart is a place of fun, suns in a row, diamonds that snow, the flakes of pure cosmic snow. We are leaning on the fields, where mountains and diamonds are real. For everyone needs fun in the sun. Let us find the place where we cry. Then when time is flowing to night. Let us have a place of dreams a good sight, where the holy is within, the brightness begins, the reflection of all of our dreams. We are learning to stream. Painting the sky forever and a day. Look at the fields, growing grass wheels. It is time for us to dream.
Stones of every color. Gems that make us cry. Tears of desire, the painting known mire, looking for a place to play. Look at the fields of the rainbow, where the green grass comes to be won. We are the shelter for everyone home. We are the place of the suns. Making magic is our pastime. Making dreams come true is the way. Making whole the confusion to stand up in rooms and share it with all mystery, then the puzzle finally able to sea, all of the visions we share magnificently. Dream my children of the rainbow. Warriors are protecting this land. And when you are taken to the land of confusion, bow down and pray, (then rise up a gain) learn to stand.
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star bringing the heartbeat of the world. All those stones and diamonds sparkling in the sky, showing us the way home navigation cries. Tell us a sacred story. Feel the heartbeat of the glory. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings this sacred song, to heal all the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy belong. Time for our veterans across the land, to heal and make us a stand.
Hoot out to all our soldiers.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, the Rainbow Promise
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