White Buffalo Calf Woman sings: Long Goodbye to the Old Totalitarianism

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Long Goodbye to the Old Totalitarianism
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Long Goodbye to the Old Totalitarianism

The wind will blow to the good and make love the life it should. The making of a land where everyone is part of the bands. We will sing the hues of the life that we knew, the kinships of all we dew, the spoken soft hearted view, where love rules. And those lost on the past, will have to bask in the deaden fields of their hearts, where they marked their wheel.

Heaven rules the place where we wanted stars to grow and making love to all the rows, the place where heaven shines upon the view. Take a place upon this world, the making of the heavenly divine, that will over shine those who are lost in their graves. They think they had all the rays. Yet the pure of heart stand. We are leaning on the loving bands. We ride into the distance towards the stars, where we fit inside of this jar, the holy place of God.

Let us wake to the place where we shine our happiness, the joy that will overtake this world, because we did not deceive those who were lost in the rows. Instead we did take the hands of the innocent and like the good dogs, rode beside our hearts, always leaning towards our love. We showed the world how to bring the place of evil, down to where love weaved all. And with this their deceptions fell. And our love turned the holy wheel.

If time did know all, then we were the children who knew how to fall into the distance with loving hearts, because we did our part. We shared the place with our horses, the spiritual noise, the Great Spirits rose. We followed this place of disgrace, yet we wanted more, so we dreamed and opened the door, to the life of the distance, where stars guided our existence.

We say goodbye, because we loved the world even those who were lost and lonely, who did not understand. We say goodbye because we did not want this cry any longer. We wanted a place where dreams came true. We wanted a land of the heavenly view. And when the earth was ravaged by your ignorant heart we did our part. We said goodbye to the dead, for the risen did have a word to say. Love was the way.

We trotted down the lane, to where others stood insane and we pushed forwards to the land of stars and all that was marred, we did over come with our love. We shared our hearts and we were faithful, forever and stable. Tending to the fields of the whole, the making of the sacred gold, the place where we stood told, by the Great Spirits know, we are the children of the shaken to the place of the taken. Yet, we wanted to guide others to their own hearts. And we had to say goodbye to those who did not make it.

A long goodbye to the totalitarianism heart, because we wanted a holy ark, to travel to the distance in the after life to gain control of all that we did bask, learning to the task. That one day we would be able to dream a good dream, with our relatives near our hearts, the place where we did impart. Heaven roles us into the oneness goals, to dream collectively and therefore we did have to take this long road to find true gold, dreamers who know the sacred road.

Heaven was waiting for us and we wanted to take a place of this mission. We were the children of the lambs, the ones who rose up as suns, and moons gifted to us the tides, the place of the ride. Among the blue and the song that was sung true, we did culminate our state (of mind). Our hearts showed true, because we were risen men and daughters of the lost tribes returning home this day, to the mission in hand to all we prayed. Tell the people that we are coming home to them, where the stars were the mission of men. We are the waking of the dawning and with this songing, we did take hold of the sacred true, the place of the good knews. Brotherhood grew.

We did not look back where our hearts lingered in the past, yet we did remember. We did remember the old way, the place they longed to praise. Yet they did not know how wondrous this world would turn towards in the coming waves of time and chime. All in the rows the stars shown us true blue, the distance of our cries to bring in the holy light. We bask by the moon light. The women gathered the kitchens and brought with them a holy mission, to instill a world where all is the sacredness of all that was built. We did remember and we did climb, towards the stars this time. We came from the past to move towards the future to share all that was to all that is to become.

Let our hearts shine true, for we ride the long road where we remembered, their shame and blame, into the place where we gifted our grace. We lived in a good way, where kinsmen shine true and we followed their hues. Where we wanted a good way, then we stood towards all that was used in a holy verse, a distance of choice. A place where dreams will come true, for those who bowed too. We prayed to the Great Spirits who shined in the stars and guided us in this holy yard. We flew with our spirits and there we found a place where heaven on earth was our grace, rather than disgrace. And for those who did not make it into the divine shine, they we remember. We tried to save them, yet they did not want to find this grand arena. They did not understand the sacred land of the genuine heart. We had to make the mark and decide the road lingered ahead for us to remember their blunders. And with them asunder, we will culminate a place for a wondrous trek, the place where Great Spirits met.

We children will flow to the ends of the world to begin once more. We will shine like stars that flowed through, because we were clothed in holy robes, the place where the rows came to be star bright, the light we wore, the buffalo hoarfrost (white ice crystals). Where our lands sang of a better day, we prayed. We lingered in the fields of ecstasy, longing for the good rays, pure of heart, pure of kindness, pureness in thought. We did rise up to meet the spiritual realm as we walked in the garden of paradise. We did find this place, upon the soil, the path shined true, the fields of the diamonds grew, the sparkling place where our hearts made sure, the place where our hearts endured, through their lost kingdom of totalitarianism. 

Yet we remembered those who wanted to be relatives, but lost their way, even between Mothers and daughters and Fathers and sons. We wanted a land full of the cosmic bands. And we did show it true, the land of the good knews, because we grew to become dreamers in a lost galaxy, we found each other. A road appeared and we knew this was the way to find the stars that shined. We followed our hearts and we took hold of all that was the holiest of arcs, the great circle in the sky, the making of our sacred cries.

White Buffalo Calf Woman returning from the wheel that turned once again, to bring us forth away from our sins. And as I sing for you, to help us remember all of our tools, the place of the kingdom of men, who shined true blue, the star fields of the good and holy to become the dreamers who did not act so dum (lost mindedness). We turned the wheel to each knew age and brought with us the genuine and their the four legged knew the way. We did bring home those who lost their way, yet followed the heart within that prayed. And those who thought intelligence knew the grandeur, we pondered. Because we knew that only the holy found the harmonic bands, the open window where the winds blow. We stood our ground on the path to the dreamer. And faithful was our gaze that nothing stood in our way.

Tending (bringing medicine) towards the lost and lonely, who thought they were alone, in prayer, we say, we were the shelter in the winds. And our wings did grow to flow near you, where the stars shined and bind to the greatness that lived, the dreamer who stood true, the land of the living hues. All the colors and all the heart waves, took to the honed, the buried bones, the stories and tales that were lost in the wails. Yet we found the treasures we entailed, the mission upon our dancing feet, the horse that showed us the way, the wolf who stood near to say, this way. And with the stars guiding us through the night, we were within sight, the land of the making of dreams. We children will billow in the sails, because we said the long goodbye to the totalitarianism cry. We instilled a better ride, the land of sacred dreaming together, brotherhood did the breeding. And sisters knew what to take with them into the land without sin.

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LOVE RULES THIS PLACE WHERE DREAMERS TAKE HOLD OF ALL THE GOLD.
White Buffalo Calf Woman scolds the lost and impure.

Totalitarianism is a political system where the state recognizes no limits to its authority and strives to regulate every aspect of public and private life wherever feasible. Totalitarian regimes stay in political power through an all-encompassing propaganda campaign, which is disseminated through the state-controlled mass media, a single party that is often marked by political repression, personality cultism, control over the economy, regulation and restriction of speech, mass surveillance, and widespread use of terror. A distinctive feature of totalitarian governments is an "elaborate ideology, a set of ideas that gives meaning and direction to the whole society."