White Buffalo Calf Woman sings: Star Nation Fell From the Sky and Wohpe (White Buffalo Calf Woman) a sacred song blessing and story

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Star Nation Fell From the Sky and Wohpe (White Buffalo Calf Woman)
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​Image: Whope (wohpe) ~ Fallen Star from Heaven to Earth, the sacred prophecy of White Buffalo Calf Woman. In a tribute to the Native American culture and tradition, Native Indian Artist Tomasz Rut’s original painting of the sacred white buffalo, an extremely rare animal, first documented as a trophy of the Cheyenne hunt during the Leonid Meteor Shower in 1833 (The Night the Stars Fell).

Wohpe ~ Daughter of Skan (sky), the Mediator. Patron of harmony, beauty and pleasure (pure of heart). More beautiful than any other. The sacred woman then took leave of the people, saying: “Toksha ake wacinyanitin ktelo, I shall see you again.” White Buffalo, the prayer cloth of many colors.

Star Nation Fell From the Sky and Wohpe (White Buffalo Calf Woman)
a sacred song blessing and story

Let me sing a song for all to ring. All the stars in the universe will bring. Holy vestige in all that wakes, the human heart longs to shake. Keeping the promise of yesterday. Telling the world it is time to pray. All of the people longing to feel, the heart of humanity on the rolling wheel. Listen to the beat sounds so sweet. Listen to the beat, Holiness David Running Eagle meets and greets. Listen to the beat, where the Shooting Star cries, the holiness of the people's eyes.

Come on home children of far away. Come on home children of this world we praise. And here I stand Wohpe on the land. I am singing for all to prance. Pick up your feet and dance with me. Pick up your prayers and line them all the trees. Pick up your heart and become like the star, where the humbleness of Grandfather knows this yard.

Listen to the beat. We will weep. Listen to the beat, the holy drum weeps. Listen to the beat, we cry in the name of God, Wakan Tanka (Great Spirit Father, Adonai Hashem, the Lord's Name) takes us to this place you call your yard. A holy divine place where heaven and earth greets. A holy divine place where our hearts stream. The sky is the distance around a circumference. I know it is a place where the holy pipe sings. It is White Buffalo Calf Woman on these greens.

Spirit arise to bring harmony to this day. All those shooting stars have a place to fulfill our rays. And wishes come to greet this day, where Grandmother knows it is our heart needing to grow. Listen to the beat of this sacred drum. Listen to the beat of the heart of everyone. Listen to the beat of the hooves of the sacred cow, where we are longing for the buffalo to roar. Sky fill my heart's desire. Sky fill me up for this while. Sky fill me up into this plane, where we rain down the cosmic plain. I wanted you to know, the sacred stars will glow, the mighty stones of the fields that know. We are together learning to run and play. We are together learning to become the favorable way.

We are the mighty buffalo in the sky, where the holy eagle flies. We are the sacred living things. Heaven on Earth I can feel the cosmic rings. We are learning to praise everyone. We are learning to sing our heart songs. We are learning about the sacred ghost fields, where the song and dance lives on this wheel.

Tell everyone, the shooting stars have come home, riding the cosmic dust on this bowl. And when we stay gratified along the way, joy and harmony will have a good daze. Joy and harmony will make it all phased. Listen to the heart beat in this drum. Listen to the heart beat of every single one. Listen to the heart beat inside of you, you wanted to know about all those clues. We are the story returning home. We are the glory of the rising suns. We are the daughter of this kingdom hall. We are the children who have learned to fall.

Tell me true, where the land did not understand. Tell me true, you didn't want a loving call. Tell me true, you wanted more. Tell me true you wanted to bring in a holy hall, the place where diamonds lived inside of everyone. Inside the jewels and emeralds lived in the suns. Tell me you didn't cry in the night. I hear your tears falling for this fright. And if you listened deeper, you did find, a living well of this worth that did rhyme. We are the story of the returning cry. We are the story of the ghosts that dance to knights.

Listen to the children of your heart. You wanted more, you wanted to play your part. I know you are children longing to feel, the place of paradise on this wheel. I can hear the drumbeat today. I can hear the drumbeat along the waves. I can hear the drum crying out your tales. I can hear every single wail. I can tell you true, it is about time, the sacred living halls are about to chime. WE are returning to each others on this daze. We are learning to bring in a holy phased.

Come now children feel this wave, all over this world, we want to save. And with this cry I send my loving trolls, there they will take hold of all we know. We will become the reigning of these halls, where the fire and water claimed it all. It was the holy dew where rainbows sprang. We are the children who learned to ring.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you, to tell you a mission lives in the true blue. And I know you are waiting for this cry, just one more tale and we got good eyes. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star takes hold of our mission to cry out loud. We are the children coming home. Nothing, nothing going to stop these stones. We are beings of light, crystalline delight. We are everything in your sight. We are everything in this great dream. We are the cosmic string.

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Story: The Sacred White Buffalo sparking interest in Ancient Native American Legends and Prophecies (excerpt)

The White Buffalo Woman also talked to the children, because they have an understanding beyond their years. She told them that what their fathers and mothers did was for them, that their parents could remember being little once, and that they, the children, would grow up to have little ones of their own. She told them: "You are the coming generation, that's why you are the most important and precious ones. Some day you will hold this pipe and smoke it. Some day you will pray with it."

She spoke once more to all the people: "The pipe is alive; it is a red being showing you a red life and a red road. And this is the first ceremony for which you will use the pipe. You will use it to Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery Spirit. The day a human dies is always a sacred day. The day when the soul is released to the Great Spirit is another. Four women will become sacred on such a day. They will be the ones to cut the sacred tree, the can­wakan, for the sun dance."

She told the Lakota that they were the purest among the tribes, and for that reason Tunkashila had bestowed upon them the holy chanunpa. They had been chosen to take care of it for all the Indian people on this turtle continent.

She spoke one last time to Standing Hollow Horn, the chief, saying, "Remember: this pipe is very sacred. Respect it and it will take you to the end of the road. The four ages of creation are in me; I am the four ages. I will come to see you in every generation cycle. I shall come back to you."

The sacred woman then took leave of the people, saying: “Toksha ake wacinyanitin ktelo, I shall see you again.”

The people saw her walking off in the same direction from which she had come, outlined against the red ball of the setting sun. As she went, she stopped and rolled over four times. The first time, she turned into a black buffalo; the second into a brown one; the third into a red one; and finally, the fourth time she rolled over, she turned into a white female buffalo calf. A white buffalo is the most sacred living thing you could ever encounter.

The White Buffalo Woman disappeared over the Horizon. Sometime she might come back. As soon as she had vanished, buffalo in great herds appeared, allowing themselves to be killed so the people might survive. And from that day on, our relations, the buffalo, furnished the people with everything they needed: meat for their food, skins for their clothes and tipis, bones (tales) for their many tools.
 
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Comments to Artist Tomasz Rut
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Thank you Brother Tomasz Rut for your devotion. May many blessings fall down from heaven into your heart and your sacred art. Your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder at alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World

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