White Buffalo calf Woman sings: Lakota Eastwards. the Setting Sun. Star of David.
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Lakota Eastwards. the Setting Sun. Star of David.
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Image: Lakota beaded leggings. East is the path of the three hoops, where the molecular dance bridges the dust particles into a swooping flowing harmonic collision. Music man, music woman. Get that drum, sing and dance, bring in the holy romance, sweetness of the children bring, for a house full of love is a home full of desire, to have a good dream for generations. Four Directions shows the beaming. East talks about the streaming. The Star of David is mentioned because we have two more directions, where the winds blow. These winds are where all the darkness exist. And with it's flowing, the winds and it's particles find a way to tell a story, or talk to relative spacial fields. We beam for directions, two more directions equals six directions, which is the shape of the Star of David. If we take a bow, tip to tip, it also would look like the shape of the Star of David. Six sides. This is also representative of the hexagrams (written by royal males), with is oral Lakota Star knowledge.
Later when the Wiyohpe yata (wee-yoh-ghpay yah-dah) West, brings the Morning Star will appear, after the Stars and diamonds show the trail, where Tunksila tales, Grandfather wails (tells us true, sings too). Now let him take a snooze, where the stars make a trail to follow in the night airs, the star always have to shine for another sailing. Yes, we will remember to be whaling, singing our sacred songs. We bow, remember our heart and beat the drum once more.
Twin Deer Mother notes, the scales of the musical nares, where, where you are, the dreams so far and yet another yard. We flare, the sacred ghost dancing, the great give-a-way and all that is true, prayers got power, now get up and dance and make musical shoes.
Wiyohiya pata (wee-yoh-ee-yahn pah-dah) East
Le s(h)los(h)a wapa, taka hah. Tote (tow-tday), is(h)a(h)na(h), tinkun (tee-kuen), ta(h) hau way(e). This river takes my path. Shimmy/chiming/shaking cosmic dust blow free, across the tines (like on a comb, notes of a song, sparkles and dance) I take hold, because it is an exhalation, I blow, I cough, I know, it's a bow that keeps me alive. Sow. This is tinkun (tee-kuen). It is a good feeling, the waves that motion, we are alive. (Pte Ska Wi olowan) White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
Lakota Eastwards. the Setting Sun. Star of David.
Tell me true, love is the dew. Tell me true, love is the dew. Tell me true, love is the dew, where the making of our lives collide. Take passage in the sky. Cosmic dust flow a wave, over the path that is paved. Where the song did cry, hallelujah in our eyes. Did you find that bowl, where the pipe would know? Did call a name, the passageway without shame? Did you look inside, the path inside, the path you cry, the holy vibe, the centering (sentinelling: to watch over as a guardian) of the sky. I hear the cry. As you lay you head down, just make a promise to the sound. We will be true blue, because it a passageway in time. Love will bind. Love will bind.)
I look from the east. I talk it all complete, the spiritual tale, I must wail, towards the stars. Reflection true blue, where the spirit of the lake knew. We touch the sky, holy scribe, the tale was sung. We on the rungs. Take a step towards you. Take a holy blue. Take a sailing cry. Tell the world we rise. And along that path, we sail, the diamonds on the cry we whale, singing along the oceans path. We know we will last. Sioux Nation finds, the eastward divide. It is the path we start to climb down into the soil that binds. We will begin our passage way, to the eternal spirit find the paved. Look at where we go. I stand close to my toes. Let me dance with you. Spiritual knews. And on the eastern shore, where the land is many open doors. Let my brothers in, waywards without sin. And I will cry, with my brothers arms by my side. We will fight for love. We will fight for love all those waves in the sky.
Spiritual eyes. I know we have spiritual eyes. I know we have spiritual eyes. I know we have spiritual eyes. We send the butterflies. And chains of gold will culminate, bury you down deep too late. So it's time to climb, to the treasures sublime. Bring the dreamer in and walk the winds, where the holy dew flies where you disguise. I tell you true, spiritual knew. I tell you true, all that is the waking of the dawning and the shaking. It's time to cry. Cry, cry, with love in our eyes, eyes, eyes, those twins in disguise, disguise, learning to become wise. Bow with the cradle we dance and sing. Bow with the willows we will bring, the holy ghost dancer, the spectrum of the sun walking, I say, we will be talking in the dark, sparking like the larks. And from the east to the west, horizon will be at the best.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, the holy pipe maiden brings in the rings, where the heaven is spewing diamonds are ruling, the clarity of this wheel. We will be walking the holy ghost. We will be singing for that toast. We will be inwards to the dreaming. We will be culminating the seeding. We will bind. Eastward divide, come join my hands today and we will pray, find a mighty wave. We will bring in holy daze, the meeting of a parade, where songs will become true, waka ho (spiritual noise), tell me buried gold. That is true and pure, a dancer like, I will sing this way. Tell the children we lost, time to become the boss of all the sovereign's way, to be holy and true, like wakan tanka (great spirit father 17), the plains in the fields, where the winds blow real. Tell them true, from the east we did bloom, down into the oven, the stars stewing, all the tales we are dewing, the holy green grass, the place where shine our mask. We will be ghost walking, the songing of the butterfly, with your angel eyes.
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star on this land to bring us to this part, where the Dakota know, that the suns will blow the rainbow, over the lands, the dunes, the plains and the hues, there the Dakota flows. We will be there, like the Star of David with long hair. We will blow across the fields of diamonds in the sky.
(talks) I will be a toss, folly and rumble, down as we tumble. That was fun, let's do it all again. Love lives in the wind.
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Image: Lakota beaded leggings. East is the path of the three hoops, where the molecular dance bridges the dust particles into a swooping flowing harmonic collision. Music man, music woman. Get that drum, sing and dance, bring in the holy romance, sweetness of the children bring, for a house full of love is a home full of desire, to have a good dream for generations. Four Directions shows the beaming. East talks about the streaming. The Star of David is mentioned because we have two more directions, where the winds blow. These winds are where all the darkness exist. And with it's flowing, the winds and it's particles find a way to tell a story, or talk to relative spacial fields. We beam for directions, two more directions equals six directions, which is the shape of the Star of David. If we take a bow, tip to tip, it also would look like the shape of the Star of David. Six sides. This is also representative of the hexagrams (written by royal males), with is oral Lakota Star knowledge.
Later when the Wiyohpe yata (wee-yoh-ghpay yah-dah) West, brings the Morning Star will appear, after the Stars and diamonds show the trail, where Tunksila tales, Grandfather wails (tells us true, sings too). Now let him take a snooze, where the stars make a trail to follow in the night airs, the star always have to shine for another sailing. Yes, we will remember to be whaling, singing our sacred songs. We bow, remember our heart and beat the drum once more.
Twin Deer Mother notes, the scales of the musical nares, where, where you are, the dreams so far and yet another yard. We flare, the sacred ghost dancing, the great give-a-way and all that is true, prayers got power, now get up and dance and make musical shoes.
Wiyohiya pata (wee-yoh-ee-yahn pah-dah) East
Le s(h)los(h)a wapa, taka hah. Tote (tow-tday), is(h)a(h)na(h), tinkun (tee-kuen), ta(h) hau way(e). This river takes my path. Shimmy/chiming/shaking cosmic dust blow free, across the tines (like on a comb, notes of a song, sparkles and dance) I take hold, because it is an exhalation, I blow, I cough, I know, it's a bow that keeps me alive. Sow. This is tinkun (tee-kuen). It is a good feeling, the waves that motion, we are alive. (Pte Ska Wi olowan) White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
Lakota Eastwards. the Setting Sun. Star of David.
Tell me true, love is the dew. Tell me true, love is the dew. Tell me true, love is the dew, where the making of our lives collide. Take passage in the sky. Cosmic dust flow a wave, over the path that is paved. Where the song did cry, hallelujah in our eyes. Did you find that bowl, where the pipe would know? Did call a name, the passageway without shame? Did you look inside, the path inside, the path you cry, the holy vibe, the centering (sentinelling: to watch over as a guardian) of the sky. I hear the cry. As you lay you head down, just make a promise to the sound. We will be true blue, because it a passageway in time. Love will bind. Love will bind.)
I look from the east. I talk it all complete, the spiritual tale, I must wail, towards the stars. Reflection true blue, where the spirit of the lake knew. We touch the sky, holy scribe, the tale was sung. We on the rungs. Take a step towards you. Take a holy blue. Take a sailing cry. Tell the world we rise. And along that path, we sail, the diamonds on the cry we whale, singing along the oceans path. We know we will last. Sioux Nation finds, the eastward divide. It is the path we start to climb down into the soil that binds. We will begin our passage way, to the eternal spirit find the paved. Look at where we go. I stand close to my toes. Let me dance with you. Spiritual knews. And on the eastern shore, where the land is many open doors. Let my brothers in, waywards without sin. And I will cry, with my brothers arms by my side. We will fight for love. We will fight for love all those waves in the sky.
Spiritual eyes. I know we have spiritual eyes. I know we have spiritual eyes. I know we have spiritual eyes. We send the butterflies. And chains of gold will culminate, bury you down deep too late. So it's time to climb, to the treasures sublime. Bring the dreamer in and walk the winds, where the holy dew flies where you disguise. I tell you true, spiritual knew. I tell you true, all that is the waking of the dawning and the shaking. It's time to cry. Cry, cry, with love in our eyes, eyes, eyes, those twins in disguise, disguise, learning to become wise. Bow with the cradle we dance and sing. Bow with the willows we will bring, the holy ghost dancer, the spectrum of the sun walking, I say, we will be talking in the dark, sparking like the larks. And from the east to the west, horizon will be at the best.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, the holy pipe maiden brings in the rings, where the heaven is spewing diamonds are ruling, the clarity of this wheel. We will be walking the holy ghost. We will be singing for that toast. We will be inwards to the dreaming. We will be culminating the seeding. We will bind. Eastward divide, come join my hands today and we will pray, find a mighty wave. We will bring in holy daze, the meeting of a parade, where songs will become true, waka ho (spiritual noise), tell me buried gold. That is true and pure, a dancer like, I will sing this way. Tell the children we lost, time to become the boss of all the sovereign's way, to be holy and true, like wakan tanka (great spirit father 17), the plains in the fields, where the winds blow real. Tell them true, from the east we did bloom, down into the oven, the stars stewing, all the tales we are dewing, the holy green grass, the place where shine our mask. We will be ghost walking, the songing of the butterfly, with your angel eyes.
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star on this land to bring us to this part, where the Dakota know, that the suns will blow the rainbow, over the lands, the dunes, the plains and the hues, there the Dakota flows. We will be there, like the Star of David with long hair. We will blow across the fields of diamonds in the sky.
(talks) I will be a toss, folly and rumble, down as we tumble. That was fun, let's do it all again. Love lives in the wind.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, Holy People of the Rainbow
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