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"Everyone is a stone. Everyone cries tears. Everyone has a sacred pipe, the cries and wails come from our mouths, a tale in which we want to spout." White Buffalo Calf Woman singing about, with her spout. "Crystalline stones of diamonds, hues of every color, that is what we care, the song that tells the sails, the prayers that find the whales, where the dew spews rainbow hues."

​Creation Myth Story: Inyan The Stone or Rock (Great Spirit Mother 16).  Before there was any other thing, or any time, Inyan was (16), and her spiritual (husband to Inyan) was, Wakan Tanka (Great Spirit Father 17). Inyan was soft and shapeless but she had all powers. She gave of her blood to make Maka (Mother Earth, connected spacial fields, often referred to as Unci Maka or Grandmother's land 14) and became hard (like a stone of tears) and powerless. Her blood was true blue and became the electromagnetic waters of the earth.

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There we were in the stars, shaped by Inyan all our daze. We did dream a good way, when we bless and prayed for those waves. Rushing over us in the dew, the magnetic flying through. We could feel the electricity in the sky, round about, that is why we cried. It was light in the air. There was light in despair. There was light all around. We needed only to make holy sounds. There we shining dew in the fields and we knew we did belong to this wheel. We did suffer to bring in this land, to help others understand (especially when there are whores of Babylon or evil eyes everywhere, deception in laughter, not to gather, but to divide and commit crimes. Let us bring in holy chatter).

Stone come into me and let me fly. I am a stone with crystalline eyes (clear, true blue, honorable, fighting for love, shining). I will take a place among the stars. I will become all who fathom it has come far. Dreaming upon the buffalo skull, where my ancestors to woe. There their tears flowed and upon the green grass all did grow. We did hold our hands to the sky. We did gift our praise to the wise. And those who listened did succumb to the land of the holy drum. We were shining stars in the wake of dawn. We did dream along where there was a song. We did cry, tears in our eyes.

Inyan (16) we call for you, Great Spirit Mother are you, the electromagnetic currents in the airs (yes you are, the majestic curls). All of it long brown hair (earthly aware), loving this world you care, to show us exactly what to dew, let us become the land of the sacred hues. I can see all the colors in the sky. I can sea upon the darkness cries. I can feel the heartbeat of the land, because we are there to understand. All the shapes and billows plain, taken to the heart of the claimed. We did stand on your ground. We did take all profound and now it is time for us to give our hearts. Just like the stones of tears. We will wear all to fear, the eagle beats your heart, where the sacred buffalo knows your arc. We are a hoop for men to glare, the song inside of their hearts we are aware. We wanted more than a mission. We wanted to bring in all that was a commission. We did shine for you. Inyan (16) you got the knews.

White Buffalo pipe maiden sings (11, crystalline stone) to bring in the cosmic holy rings. And the title of the judgement, where Great Mother (16) knows. And the children take heart of their toes as they walk on their gold. And Inyan (16) I tell you true, come into this news, where you are Mother Earth, with your children on this girth. We fly over you today, where the twins of the galaxy praise. We did play a song. We did gift along, a long that burned a mighty fire, the love inside that gathers the mire and cleanses it pure once more. Great Mother we love you and adorn. We will be good children today. We will shine forth a miracle to praise. We will share your heart the creation you start, the place where your children lay. Put their heads down to pray.

Father Red Hand (Running Eagle Shooting Star 8) knows the fuel (fire purification), where eagle's duel and fight for your love. Each day we culminate and bring in faith to show you just where we land, upon the sacred sands. Your tears of diamonds. Your stone of tears. You place you lay us down, Mother Earth you gift us sound. And when we cry your name, let us remember to put down shame. Only love will gain a roar. Only love will catch the stone appears. We will send a cry, with the holy eagle got your eyes. The magnetic trail, that you help wail, the land of the cosmic stones. We are born. We are sworn... to heal this land, to heel others to understand, to take refuge in your heart, where you spark even in the dark. Mother (16)we hear your cries. We wanted you to know of lullabies (14). Your daughter sings (14) to hear the rings all the confusion at it's best. Yet we did not rest, because so many needed you, the love that is true, we wanted to cry, the stone of tears of your eyes.

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