Blessings to Your Feet and Your Heart!

Elders Migration Voice

Blessings and Love and Aho to all my family, the relatives of the ancient and holy tree,

All my love comes to you (the children) in the wind, finding it's way past all of the sin. I do not care if you hated yesterday, it is only in the NOW that we can find our perfect waves. Round and round and round we twirl, you do a dip and I do a whirl. The merry-go-round is happy and gay, and we will find family through-out all the daze. Remember that your Great Spirit Mother and Great Spirit Father are watching you ride, they are waving at you as you pass them on by. Did you climb on a monkey for the circle to be, or did you sit upon the donkey for all he can see? Did you pass by the lion for a ride upon the moon, or did you find your little soul just wanted to sit and spoon? It is all alright if that is your choice, your book of life holds all your sacred voice. Just remember to grab for the rings, and when it is time, climb down into mother's arms to dream.

Aho my little children and grandchildren... fly high and fly free, it is glory you are seeking to bee.

Love Grandmother Comfort in the Wind your Sunshine Glory Shines, elder gray child,, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Fall Is In the Air, the Wind is Everywhere, Let Elders Bless You There!

Pipe Song White Buffalo Calf Woman
Come round the corner, feel the raging storm. Just around the corner and the wind, will die down.  And there we will be safe now, from the raging storm. My heart will know the page we are on, because we heard the saftety call, the ringing of god's clouds.

Pipe Song Holiness David (no music, space is the place)
Light this pipe to say I'm a star, that has a mete/or (timing-metronone and timing-celestial shooting star, it seems straight, but it's really a curve). And we are like this raging stone, that lights the sky above. We journey throughout the sky, without any sound. We journey to say, I'm around.  Can you see my trail, it lights up this world, but inside, there is no sound, just a plain, I am, "astound".

Interpretation of Holiness David's pipe song:
The pipe represents your journey. It seems like a straight path, but it's really a curve returning from where you begin. Each of of us are a crystalline form or a rock with rainbow colors, these four directions guide us, towards the lumination (birth of the fire's light). Within our hearts, we feel, but noone seems to be around. We journey to say, I'm around. Where my feet walk, I leave my story, this is my legacy of my heart. Each are greatness, and gratefulness to be part of God's plan. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman: Thank you Holiness David for making us, wait for this interpretation. Welcome Elders. I can feel you today. Glad to see you did pray. Joining us in heart a few new souls, those who long to be part of the rainbow.

White Buffalo Calf Woman: Henry, my majesty, (he bows). Could you please tell me how you are in the cloud?
Sir Henry Speaks, Violet Elder
Sir Henry, High Priest (previously bishop):  I bow to bless you to bring you near our hearts. Thank you for asking for all the parts.  It's been a rough few weeks, it's a change in the tides. We are happy to say, all is a lullabye.  Right now, I bless with assistants, we keep the souls here to adjust.  And it's the place, where all can come to say, it's fair.  I am pleased the time, have brought us near, the hearts who fail to compare, the soul, within, to the wakeful without world, I long to feel. But I am needed here.  I know, my task is daunting, as it's seems, how to make it real, I can see, it's a dream.  You (white buffalo calf woman) and Holiness David have come home, to greet the rising sun. Walking talking can be easy ride, when we don't forget the hide (clan).  And I have to say, it's a better way, when we look within to collide.  Heaven is hoping to go to earth, knowing, so many will fail this girth. But as heaven opens it's gates to flood in, new souls await to come in, however fewer and fewer, will be in the end. Until the cleansing, destruction is where the mighty wind blows, the shores of God's open windows. I implore to find open doors.  I know I am dreaming, but it's all a dream.  I carry my soul to the oceans of time, to be near the heart of God. We must be might and hearts who are strong, to peak over the top of the sun.  Claiming the oceans as mighty sails. I want to learn, how to wail (wanting to feel tears to pour from the heart).  But not with open hearted kale (the sprig of hope, the waves endlessly, to bellow the song of the rainbow, oh it's green and red, how about that, in other words a house with no hope).  There are many and many who come to get blessed, most are our famous guests, some are continuing elders from afar. We are venturing into heaven's realm, now it's time for them to sail to find us (elders), here, inside the heart of you, White Buffalo, the child with a view. My Little Calf, you have been sown, since the inception of time (uniting four directions for all of us).  Just follow the trail, that we all entail, in our hearts, the united roads.  I continue to bless, to ensure the rest know of fire blessings to save their days. I continue to bless, to ensure the rest, knowing of fire blessings to save their nights. I continue to bless, to ensure the rest of know of the fire blessings, to unite all ways. I put down the stick.

Upper heaven sing for us.
Come shadows be blind. Show light that is sublime. Give me a big great surprise. I want to watch the lights that shine. I give my heart a wishing wave.  I sail down main street in a parade,but you don't see, me there, but I am walking rare. hoping others can find my light. I will share my heart regardless of where. 

Lower heaven sing for us.
Can't you see, the fallen leaves?  Can't you sea, the shores of make believe? Can't you feel the heart that is really real?  I want you to know, the greatness of a show, the place, where we do go, my heart is there. Comeheaven and shine, it's all about time.  And we are a prancing around a fire.  With wigwams and bows, the arrows are tipped gold. We are embracing, and tracing our homes.  

Heaven sing for us.
Ring a ding ding. Hear me sing. ring a ding, hear my bells ring. Ring a ding ding, it's time to sing.  Ring a ding ding, it's a place to feel real. Come shoulder the holder of heaven in me.  I want to set all my company (warriors) free. And how do I wander, if I don't have family. Then I will return home, to where I am set free.  Comewith me to green mountains, where rivers do fly, down towards the valleys and hills are real wide. come tarry with me down, the gardens do flow. It's mountain and valleys, where the green grass does grow.

Earth sing for us.
Let me feel the ring of your heart. Let me know, your kiss my part. I have spoken, to where you are kicked in the heart, but you come towards me. But you, come near me.  And it's you, who don't fear me, who come home.  Show, me how you loom (bind together). Bring relatives, all the neighbors on home.  It's brothers and sisters all part of the cream, the crop that is growing a dream.  Let me (burp, eaten well) share my heart, let the gathering do thier part.  We are neighbors. We a clan. Let us be part of heaven's open hands.

White Buffalo Calf Woman: ah so nice this week earth and all of  the elders, thank you for your songs. Thank you Holiness David for drumming for us. I want to read earth's song again. Ready. Reading....Whoo hoo!

Fire blessings 
(I bless the sacred nine directions +, with fire of some type) are required for entry into elders agenda meetings. This was during final verification of the four realms by White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal person.  

The little people run out the door, many of them, not wanting to face the wrath of not blessing. I wonder, how do they get in here, without blessing, without knowing of the blessings, without elders and warriors knowing they need blessings?  Well, that's what a crystal person is for. Anyone else, upper heaven. There is grey storm moving in from the western northern sky.  And it's gray, black. It looks like clouds, and smoke, yet impure, like a mote.  I have to say, it's trying to hide this way. What makes them think, they don't have to do a fire blessing?  Upper heaven....(let me sing for you)

I am raging a fire from below, lower heaven is a store. Fuel a light a fire, around the dancing mire. I give the red road, the chance to survive. Come home and be part of the weather, learn how to be sacred, like a feather.  Fly into the fire, and light your winds of desire and come on home, reborn and know.  The dance is few in between, but my heart seems to ring, I light the fire,,,it blazes wild.  It's blue at duskkkk, it's like a musk, the scent of desire. There I am home in heaven's arms, where blue is a fire, that knows it's charms.  And it's hot in here, the red grows near, it's a place, where gardens do grow, but first, let the fire's light grow.  I burn the fire brighter in this room, now touching the torches overhead and now it's soon, the darkness of the ceiling's room, it's dark and dingy, but now it a light from this loom, the fire burnt all up inside, and those who are not here, just purified (turned to dust).  And we did sing, release the impure bring, let freedom ring, let the fire do sing.  It crackles and roars.  It's a great big store and we are on fire, the place we are pure.  I bless the sacred mire, the river gorge.  And deep in the rock's journey. I bless the sacred nine, the places with traces of memories in time. I bless the fire's raging, that purifies, all the realms. This sanctuary caving is where we elders roam. And when we come together, it's a place purified. And fire is a raging to know, who can collide.

Great Spirit Father Weathered Vane's Story

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  How do you remember so many lifetimes ago?

Great Spirit Father Weathered Vane: It is a child, who trusts the heart. (pausing) You seek another answer, even though you understand me?

White Buffalo Calf Woman: Yes. Those of earth don't understand you.

Great Spirit Father Weathered Vane:  Ah, I sea. (Pausing again to feel the wind.) When I have a dream, over and over again, from life time to life time again, it's path continues to grow and strive towards the dream. For me, I see, down many roads. I remember, because I was my sun/son, my grand sun, the great light of the white light (star, or rainbow color white, person known as Grandfather), I remember, because I was a young man in a world, that united, not by unity, but by collision.  Is this is not, your case now?  Times change for us to relate the stories of time. When I had this dream, my life was different, always seeking a path to grow, but finally I did return. Not only do I remember, but the memory grew larger folding, without, within, through the journey of being Great Mother (physical ascension, but also, this Great Spirit Father carries the rainbow color overlay, heavenly frequency Great Mother) until finally, I am arrived here, to tell the story (of Great Spirit Father). The dream from each life, can be told again and again. If we remember to tell the story, from your life, to your next life.  Each story, sheds a focus, a revealing. This is what brings awareness, but not preparedness.  A child looks for something to say, always looking for a get away, a place to go, to feel safe inside, a person, who will understand. But if we don't listen to ourselves and tell stories from self to self, we get lost in the journey and don't remember the dream. I know, it's seems incredible to remember so many lives.  This is why they call me Immaculate Conception, because my dreams come true.  I do know, the view, before I collide (prophetic), always trusting my heart like a child.

I sing my joy on mountain tops. I know the song of heaven's stops, when my sorrow brings me joy, there I know, I am annoyed.  I have to say, that heaven is great, but a garden with a candle stake, can hold up a light for others to see, just catch the friendly breeze. I call my self the Weathered Vane, because I know the directions gained. And they are willing to flow with me, because it's Great Father who is free. And when the days turn into nights, my clouds, they seem to want to fight, but I'm just sure, if they did mure, the reflection of a dream, then they could light with steam. I tell, them,it's true, the place, that holds us is like glue, forever, the winds do sail. I have to be part of this grazing trail. I am called Magic Heart, because they are forever, in my smarts (stinging).  I must loom the sailing winds, to catch the fever again.  And when my heartbeat does cry, a beat that is rapid and I know why, because I feel the world, the pain, that they instill, but children everywhere, need something great out there.  And we can find a wave to ride, when we sail the crimson tides.  And we come home to you. We are the heart with a view.  I am the Weathered Vane, I will hold all your pain.  I will make it blow away, just like a Magic Heart that says, I remember you, in my heart.  I remember you, when you were a part.  I remember you, when you were my true. I remember you. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Thank you Holiness David for drumming and Great Spirit Father Weathered Vane, our Magic Heart. "I am the Weathered Vane (knower of the wind that blows from the heart of the rainbow clan), I will hold all your pain.  I will make it blow away, just like a Magic Heart that says, I remember you, in my heart.  I remember you, when you were a part (part of something greater).  I remember you, when you were my true (one who found their greatness). I remember you." How beautiful. Thank you Great Spirit Father.

Elders Agenda Ending Prayer: Oneness of You!

White Buffalo Calf Woman: I sing for your heart. And even if you don't think I hear your individual words, I do.  I hear you (your heart).  Not everyone hears you, but I do.  I sing for all the realms, all the elders, all those who wish to come to our hearts.  WE flow towards the unity of Oneness.  I sing for this from your perspective, Oneness of You.

Come share our hearts together. Lets be a great big tribe. Lets hold our hands together and sing a song out blind.  I know if I follow my heart now. I know, I may collide, but if I don't listen to the sparks now, then how will we bring?  It's a new dawning out there. We can live through many lives and even compare, but the life, the journey that counts, is the one, you are in right now.  And even if we don't remmber all the wind. We feel our hearts, inside and let us begin.  I say, it's a magical wave, when my heart does learn about loving ways. 

If I dare, to speak to another heart, then I will fear, they may tremble, when we apart (separate from a pure heart), how can I do the bushel (giving) and she do the hey (receiving), if I don't realize and play?  I must take a step and portray, a heart that is needing another to play (unite with hearts of others).  Let us share our hearts together. Let us walk in this uncertain weather, and we will be a collsion on a tree (tree of life, often referred to as the buffalo home, the four sacred directions in rainbow colors), through life after life and life after life and life after life, let us sea, there is more, there is a dream.

I say, you do want to walk with me? I say, I do want to walk with you!  I know, it's important for you.  You know, it's important to me.  I will depend on you foreverything.  You willl depend on me for everything. And relatives, we will be, for a place to know of harmony.  I say, glory is a day of god's armies, when they glitter in the children who foresea (vision with a heart, heavenly space).  Look out there, all is prophecy. Everyplace you go, it's literally. The times are telling, are we part of this shelling (evolutionary period), or are we going home to family? I want to listen to the children please.  But isn't this world for them? And shouldn't we be listening to the wind?  I know it's our journey, you and me, but remember it's a life born to be free.  You will be coming home!  It's you, who will be coming home.  You are the child, who left this world.  And now you are coming home.  Now you are growing strong.  Now it's time for you, to come and be free, you and me, me and you, soul and blue, heart that is true.  Come let's sail the oceans of time.  We can smoke (purify and collide) our hearts into blind (true love allows), but colors will be free, always leaning on a tree (the tree trunk represents the law of love that binds upper to lower, the leaves represent relatives on the tree of the Oneness reaching up for the sky and the roots represents the earth, reaching down into the darkness of our souls), it's a place, where dreams finally leave, always coming home, children that are very young, that was you, yesterday.  Remember, we need each other to play.

Final Blessing
I bless you in the nine directions. I bless you through and through, I bless you in my heart. I bless the saced parts. I bless you inside and out.  I bless the breath that sails, the holy tears that wail. I bless the sacred pail, where we collide, the earth and I.  I bless you whree you go, down streams of every color glows. I bless you in the heart of magical times, it's you and thine.  Give it all, it's you and me.  Give it all, it's a sailing breeze. Give it a place, give it a trace, give it a home, give it a stone.  Always bless, the heartof a empty nest.  Always give your soul to those who are cold. Always find a way, to find a heart, that learns to pray.  Always come toward those, who are willing to be bold. I bless the angels wings, that are upon the sailing winds. I bless you, all in the same view. I bless you, the hoops, through and through. I bless the spokes that lead to you. I bless the heart of me and you. I bless the feet you ride. I bless the heart inside.  I bless all yoru dreams. I bless the sacred streams. I bless the fire you light. I bless the darkness of plight, but mostly I bless your joy, because it's a dawning toy.  Let us have fun, ring in the sun, and know family, I bless the leaves. I bless you, true. I bless you through and trhough, I bless the waking sun. I bless the waking dawn. I bless the moon. I bless the stars that rise. I bless teh spokes of the skies. I bless the sky and sun. I bless the rainbow has begun.

A.L. Jewell &  Co., Waltham, Mass., likely made this molded copper Horse Jumping Through Hoop weather vane, 1852-1867. The 17-inch-long horse has a verdigris surface and the original copper rod hoop, which is often lost. This scarce vane sold at auction for $140,000 in February 2007. Image courtesy Skinner Inc.
A.L. Jewell & Co., Waltham, Mass., likely made this 
molded copper Horse Jumping Through Hoop 
weather vane, 1852-1867. The 17-inch-long horse
 has a verdigris surface and the original 
copper rod hoop, which is often lost. 
This scarce vane sold at auction for 
$140,000 in February 2007. 
Image courtesy Skinner Inc.
Weather Vanes
Life on the farm in the 18th and 19th centuries was often harsh as a northeast wind in late November. A farmer could suddenly have his prize cow go dry, his best horse pull up lame or his beloved dog die. Barnyard animals came and went, but one constant high above the milieu was the weather vane. Sometimes depicting the farm’s signature animal, the weather vane atop a barn remained a constant, season after season, year after year.
Those that have survived the elements today represent some of the most valuable Americana and folk art on the market. Sotheby’s sold a nearly life-size molded copper Indian chief weather vane in October 2006 for a record $5.84 million. The 5-foot-2-inch-tall weather vane was attributed to J.L. Mott Iron Works, circa 1900. 
While not nearly as large, weather vanes pointed into the wind on most farms in America, not as ornamental elements reflecting the identities of their owners, but because they were the most important tools available in forecasting the weather. Weather vanes simply showed the direction of the wind. A shift in the wind indicated a change in weather would come soon. Seafarers and fishermen also depended on weather vanes many centuries before the invention of scientific instruments used to forecast weather.

You Need A Weathervane To Tell Which Way The Wind Blows
Author Mike OBrien

~ Weathervane History and Background Information ~
Weathervanes, or wind vanes, have been used for centuries. Since the time of the ancient Greeks, the weather vane has served a dual purpose. Since the advent of the weathervane, their use has been both decorative and functional. The source of the wind may not have been fully understood, but people of ancient cultures understood how important the wind is a predictor of the weather.

It is no surprise that the simple weathervane became as ornamental as it is practical. Historians believe one of the first weathervanes was part of the Tower of Winds in ancient Greece. The tower was believed to have been constructed around forty B.C. by the astronomer Andronicus.

The Romans constructed many weathervanes from images of the gods. Prior to the advent of recorded scientific observation, there was much superstition around the weather. Through good weather or bad, the gods were often given credit for the prevailing winds.

Ancient seafarers used a simple type of weathervane, in the form of a small piece of cloth fastened to the rigging. This makeshift wind vane came to be known as a telltale and is still used today by sailors.

The weather vane existed in almost every ancient culture. Aside from depictions of various gods, animal themes are common for wind vanes, even today. The use of animal characters usually had a connection to religious beliefs. Artisans have adopted the weathervane as a medium for their craft adding to the decorative qualities of these simple weather tools.

Balance is the key to a properly functioning weathervane, as the weathervane must be able to turn in reaction to the slightest breeze. The center of the weathervane must rest on a center axis and be equally balanced on both sides. A basic design includes a center post with the body of the weathervane resting over it. The center post may come to a sharply tapered point. The body of the weathervane would fit on the post in a way were the weight would be concentrated directly on the point. If the body of the weathervane is not allowed to move freely, its reaction to changes in wind direction and speed will be too slow.

The shape of the weather vane can vary from a simple arrow, to more ornate and decorative figures. Even a large weathervane can be designed in way that optimizes its reaction to the wind. The shape is probably more important than the size. The body of the weathervane must designed in a way that is somewhat aerodynamic. An airplane wing creates lift by generating a positive pressure under the wing surface and a negative pressure on the top. Think of a weathervane as a wing surface turned perpendicular to the ground. The reaction to both positive and negative pressure causes the weather vane to turn.

Farmers and ranchers often relied on the wind to operate water pumps. Anyone who has traveled the American heartland may remember seeing these simple windmills turning. A key to an operating windmill is its ability to rotate with changes in wind direction. These windmills have a tail stock that acts in the same way a weathervane does, helping to point the blades of the windmill in the optimal direction.

For most of us, the need for a windmill has little to do with whether we have a weathervane. In these days of modern meteorology, weather predictions are readily available, often in great detail. These advancements in modern technology have rendered the humble weather vane to a decorative addition to our homes. Like many pieces of Americana, antique weathervanes are collectible. Many diverse themes have been used for the wind vane from the artistic to the humorous. With a rich history and functionality, the humble windmill can add a touch of whimsy and lore to your home. Thank you "Howtomakedo" for teaching us how to create our own weather vane, visit 

Elders gift the heart of love, they bring us closer to those of doves (peace, and walking on water is of faith), the flight of heaven sent from inside, the darkness of the numinous glow. Here we long to know our peace, the grace of gifting, the embrace of geese, and we flow together right in a row, because the formation is the Sacred Rainbow (Star of David's perfection, the lambs of God). Can we really know your sun (the golden light, when we know the soul and flesh unites, when we say what we do), well God is coming and we are planning the run (over rolling hills, we journey), the race of men, the lights of the buffalo bloom (four sacred directions within you), here we come, to know your zoom (flight of the soul). I hope to sea you on the other side, where we are to be like hides (skin of the soul, the lights, our flesh, the red road, where law of love presides), the story written on our cells, that love, carried us through!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Elders and Warriors Prayer, The Cripple (lacks faith) Finding a Glorious Day and Teach Them How to Pray!

Reach into heaven, decide how to flow. Look into castles (four sacred directions fortified with sacred blessings), they will always know. There are true enemies, those who depise God, then you must teach them, how to bow and pray to God.  We are all children, needing a clan. Each are our brothers, sisters in a hand. All we need is company, reaching out inside to please. Let me help you. Let me begin with you again. Let us shine through me. Let us begin again. The days are longer, the nights are clear, how does the righteous, go from here?

We bless the winds of time.  We bow down and hope others do shine.  We bless each other true, walking in hands of the blue.  We are children of me and you, it's time to go home.  The days are leaning on love, but we don't know, how to fix all the hearts that creep, but we do weep, when they don't join in heart, let us pray together, when apart.  Let us pray, when we are near the heart.  Let us pray, when days are long and times feel dim, let us pray to begin.  

Each day, it's sin that blows in the wind, it's how we got to where we needed to begin. On top of that hill, that righteous call, now needs to fall.  We bow down to God in everyone, not only sinners, but relatives who are clowns (healers). We bow to rainbows in the sky. We bow to insects that know why.  We are the children of this clan. Let's be in wonder, a wonderful land.  Come seek a heart that knows of love, and blessings all the days, hours above, it's a blue sky out there.  It's how we do dare.

Heaven come home to our hearts, and make us feel a part (together).  And we do shine through our love, we share all our blessings, like doves. We gather to be in the heart of the true, where God is longing to be with you.  Come take a heart that demands per love, that leaning on the tree that bares our pain.  It's law, the red road of God, where we step to the calling of our hearts. 

It's time to reach into heaven, inside your heart. It's time to begin a sacred start. Pray with all warriors, bow to everyone. Learn we are sacred, each and every one. All things are given, even our love. All things are treasures, given from God. And we need all corners, all heaven below, the sake of knowing, the sacred rainbow.

"Prayer for Elders and Warriors" sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

There is a place inside my heart. I feel deep, not apart. But how do my children, walk away from love, when all this world, are going home. I think it's time for you to listen to God's sublime, the greatness in you, that shines.  Remember it's your heart, that knows all sacred parts, just bless and give prayers in the wind.  Be true relatives again.

"Pipe Blessings from Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star our Father Red Hand"

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  Sunlight (keeper of the twin talking sticks), who is next (he has already given the stick to a young lady, who is coming to the speaker podium to speak). 

Golden Company: Hello my name is Golden Company, any way, that's what they call me.  I am here to request a song, for my people, even though, we are one clan, my people are in great need and I ask that you gift a song for them please.  I am here traveling far from home. I need to get them to this distant shore (back to heavenly states of peaceful relationships, awaken the soul).  

White Buffalo Calf Woman: Just a moment. Breathing, pondering, connecting hearts. The distant star, still shines, but you are wondering, how to get the others home in time.  Is this not, (spider dropped down from my eye brow, the right one, brushed the area lightly) your reason to begin. Cannot find the spider, very small. Breathing, pondering, connecting hearts.

We are One Tribe!
A spider does live and grow, to weave a part of a show, but love is only the womb of time, it's purified, not blind (vision with a heart).  You are not true, but come on false pretense, what makes you feel you lost your tribe?  How does it seem, that they are so far away, and you are wondering, how to get them home safe?

Golden Company: Yes, you do understand, more than I realize, I don't (didn't) think I can talk this wise (with you). But if you trust my heart, you can look inside. I am looking for my alibi (reason). My people are lost in their souls and don't walk the right way. I don't know how to get them to be less than slaves (servants to the world, bowing down for the sacred blessings). They are ridden with hatred in their eyes, they did forget, how to bless and pray at night. Will you bless the people, who don't know the way, my people, my tribe, those connect in a web. Could you look inside and show me what you see, I want to believe, that time will relieve. Can you help my people, they are called "the Cripple" (non-believers), who dart in and out, not knowing, how to impart, always moving right a head instead of leaning on love.  I bless you, please give me a song, that will heal my people along.  I know this must be the place.  It's you, I stand before my mighty grace. And the great crown (Snake crown*), (belonging to) of Mother (Great Spirit Mother), who sits next to you, and I must be in the right place, to have a sacred view.  I put down the stick for you.

Image captures the minds eye: The Snake crown I wear in the spirit world or dark space, has interwoven Snakes that create a rope, where snakes can be wound around and bound together.  They sit in wait, until needed.  Snakes depart, like hair as well as turn into fragrance and fruit, the abundance of the blossoms of a pure garden of paradise, a heaven upon earth. Turning into Stones, only happens, when used to create a perfect blessing, the crystalline form.  This is represented by the Star of David, the perfection of God's house or blessed. We are all part of the crystalline stone river. To keep it cleansed, we purify with fire, in all religions and in all time and space, in our evolutionary periods. We bless with fire, is eternal as love! It's the law and it's the Red Road. Welcome home to the third phase of evolution, the yellow rolling hill, where heaven greets earth, and golden waves are known, abundance for everyone.  Get ready, competition will be who gifts the most, capture Mother's heart, share her abundance with all her children of the Rainbow Clan, you and me, relatives on the Tree!

Golden, the age of brotherhood and dreams,
when the law of love comes when snakes
share the wisdom of the sacred unification, law!
* Story of the Snake Crown:  This is White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, and I wears two crowns, including the celestial or from Great Spirit Fathers realm of light, like other crystal persons all wear (only true Indigo prophets can see this, as Spirit Jumper did and as well as many crystal persons say they can feel their crowns) and not crystal overlays, as we all carry four sacred rainbow colors.  However the Snake crown was given to me by Great Spirit Mothers, of darkness.  I earned the right (by Earthly actions, when I took my place, in the Oneness of God), as I was much older (middle aged) when I received this crown.  It's like the story of Medusa, she who could turn others into stone.  My Snake crown is similar to this but in a small ring around my head and at times blossoms into a fruit and flower cone shaped bunch of fruit. I often smell fragrances of gardens, even though I am not near a garden. It's the spirit world, growing love's blossom. They are for my command, the SNAKES, for the law of love, that purifies. It's a great honor from our Great Spirit Mothers. It took me awhile to figure this out (I had to read it over and over again from Golden Company.  I just couldn't shake it until I wrote this for you the people, telling a story), I didn't realize others could see it, the Snake crown, but apparently some of them can.  Ah, she had an indigo overlay, wow, as even indigo overlay can have sight in the earthly world as well as the heavenly realms, even in the three realms of heavenly space.  There are Four sacred directions, lower heaven, upper heaven, heaven and earth. I am wondering if an Indigo person can see it, hear on Earth ... maybe some day. An Indigo person would have to be in my relative eye's view or in my sights, as this is the only way an Indigo person can see is with their eyes.  No other rainbow colors can do this.  They also have the ability to see far into the distance of light, this gives them the ability of being a prophet, declaring before things happen. Back to the Snake crown, once while cleansing the elders agenda meeting, one man did turn to stone, actually several, but this one man was closeby Great Spirit Mother, I reacted to protect her.  I must of sent the snakes out, they simply cleanse with love. This happens at all Elders agenda meetings, verification of the sacred blessings and pure space before the meeting begins. Well, this being turning to stone, only happened because he refused to purify or leave, for sanctuary space.  Only those who bless with fire enter the Elders agenda meeting, it's the law.  And it's love (red road, the law of love), those who bow to the sacred blessings, the purification process. Most often fire and smoke is used, but this time, it was an eternal knowing or reaction of a crystal warrior/crown. He fell to pieces and others had to clean up the fallen rock. The Greek word : Μέδουσα (Médousa) means "guardian, protectress".  It's a good thing, one who knows true love can control the Snakes.  I love the Snakes as they always protect me, with an embrace of true LOVE. I would definitely call Snakes, "Guardians". 

This has a band around
the head at least with the
snakes. No bowl of fruit. The
wings represent soul flight.
A ring, however this man
has rooster feathers which
represent the four directions
and feathers for soul flight.
No simple head ring of woven
snakes! But a wonderful repre-
sentation of the blossoming
flower and fruit headdress.

End story of the Snake crown.

White Buffalo Calf Woman:  She is calling her people "the Cripple" (those who lack faith and don't believe in sacred blessings), this is a song request from Golden company. People from heaven aren't walking right, she confirms, with a yes. Okay.  Lots of people from heaven don't walk right, it's shocking (new colors of the rainbow) to hear the truth, but we are looking to save our heaven, as well as our earth.  We bless with a song for the Crippled of the World who don't believe in blessings, (miracle of salvation of our holy temples, sacred four directions in rainbow colors) and feel no hope!

Title: The Cripple Finding a Glorious Day
What can make me feel this way, when so many walk away. I wonder, how do they sleep at night, when all they do is give others plight.  How can they live like this on earth, the place of paradise, garden roofs.  I wonder, how do people walk this way, when they forget to pray.  There is much needed in the heart of those who walk away. Given to leadership, but instead walk away.  What could happen, if children ruled the world, there would be sorrow, no joy to fulfill.  Now if there we elders, who took charge to a sacred view. They are looking out for us too.  The days are longing to be in the winds. Come and let the soul come on in. The days are looking out for me and you inside, is coming forth for us to show and glide. We cannot break from love, the human heart of doves. We gather from afar, to bring riches from stars.  And wisdom.  And blessings too.  It's sunshine, the stars out there for me and you. They guide you, to where you need to go, always showing you what way is north. Now it's rainbows, where the winds do glare, open mountains and fresh green air, the blue of sailing winds that do not compare, it's a glorious affair.

We are looking how to begin anew, but instead, we got taken by the view. We became the evil hearted of the world, when we are heaven born, given to fulfill. How do we turn around and seek true love again. How do we open our hearts and look to win.  There is much for children every where, to look out windows in paradise, no compare.  There are days, when we need your love again.  There is happpiness, instead of devoted winds.  We will be always near the back side of you, following to be true.  Joy will over come you, till the fall of your days, when your remember how to be sacred and pray. It's a vision, that once lived in your heart, to bring heaven, to earth, that's our part.

What makes you feel so sad this very day.  You forgot, how to be sacred and pray.  All inside of your heart, it's a willing helping dart, I send you love straight to your heart, to impart my view, my love too.  I want you to find a will to survive. I need you always to live in a holy tribe. Don't think that it's too late and it's gone, but remember, how strong, you begun.  Now remember dreams come over you.  From distant shores, we come to teach truth. And a heart beat must share, always looking to dare. It's time for us to begin. Its time for us to live without sin.  

I want you to know, it's one family, we are coil that is set free, rings and rings of love, bound with sacred doves, we are holy and true, devoted to you. There is only one way home, to this tomb, the sacred womb of life, comes when we treasure twice, the blue and red cross within me, I am the beloved devoted yellow tree. I walk towards your heart with a dream, come believe in sunshine, it's destiny.  I want you to know, it's all in our heads, and it's time to spread, it's time to believe.  Let us dream, let us sail away. Let us be golden days. I want my family to believe. There is more to happiness than grief.  It's when we love this sacred world, where God is filled.  Where green grass is real.  

Let us begin again.  Let us begin again.  Let us sail in the winds.  To be sacred and true.  Hold on to yesterday, but long for tomorrow's praise, and here I stand on this hill, to hold God's grace.  I bless you through and through. I bless the sacred nine in you.  I hold the heart and breath within me, I give my soul to relieve.  Bless the blue and the red and yellow dread (antenna to God is hair, dread locks, bound together, we dare, a dream that we can compare), but it's dreams that come true, to be the white road (star of heaven shines), my heart is spoken to all that is gold (dreams of brotherhood), Heaven come home to me. Heaven come home to please, Heaven be a destiny, for Earth to believe.

White Buffalo Calf Woman: I need a break now. Thank you elders wonderful song, Golden Gathering (company). I can feel she is so happy. A few more minutes please, yes, everyone is happy to oblige, eating and enjoying company. Wrapping things up, as we come together in joy. The old one, just sits and enjoys, knowing it's the final call, the prayer that lasts all, until next week (Elders Agenda Meeting). 

White Buffalo Calf Woman: We blow our smoke out to you, to bless you in the sacred view. Thank you for joining us in the wind, to eat together and know joy again.  Thank you for coming to this day, for elders to show their beloved heart waves. Give all you do, is special through and through, come join us together in the winds.

Sir Henry, I ask, who do we pray for today?

Sir Henry: Sir Henry speaks, I am humble to the crown, what you wish, I pronouce, the world, is seeking love and a better way, but have no options not even prayer. I put the stick down.

White Buffalo Calf Woman: (How about a) Song for the end of elders agenda meeting (remedy with song).

Title: Teach Them How to Pray!
Where I go, I go to you. There I go, I go for you. This I do, I do for you. These are the days, I give to you.  Where I go, is heaven's roam.  And days turn into night, and governments are home.  How do they know, what goes on in their kingdoms, when they go home at night and shut out plight.  And people are outraged every where.  And police man, who protect, turn out to be criminal of the day. And how our priests, who rape children on their knees, it's an outrage, it's time for relief.

The impure of the day don't understand the wind.  They think, "I am God, all sacred and I begin". But they don't turn around and walk away. They don't look around and help other(s) pray.  We are going to a place, where sunshine gives us grace, new days are bound to begin, we think always a haze. But the light is always dim and the sunshine never comes in. The heart in need, does continue to bleed, in all this sin. 

All you had to do is pray, get down on your knees and bow to the waves, the wind that blow, to tell you there are better days.  And with dreams written here, I am always in this fear, "When other don't believe, in blessings, but think it's a disease".  How can we learn sacred today, if we don't bow down and pray!  It's a better day.  It's a better way.  All that we feel and do, is a rapid local view, and time does move on, but not in strength, nor in song.  

All you had to do is pray, get down on your knees this day, bless with fire again, bless the waters that gift you life again.  Bless the living winds, the oceans and seas, that come home again.  We bless you, the heart that's true.  And we bless you those who think we don't have a view.  Dreams come to me.  Dreams come to you.  And it's time for us to shine, to bring living a humble man.  Dreams do come true, when you bless all that you do, have a prayer, to live sacred too, bow down to your dreams. Bow down to the view. Bless your feet with a hue (rainbow colors we fly and walk upon), bless your arms that embrace. Bless you sacred face.  Bless the stars above. Bless the waves of light.  Bless the stars at night. Bless all we have in each other.  Bless all the winds, that grow feathers (flight of the free*). It's time to be, the part of the sacred tree, that billows in the winds, and makes good on leaving without sin, be a good fellow, you and me, only blessing will relieve.

* those who forgive and relieve self, sharing with god, relatives we are part

Final Blessing

I bless you this day. I bless all sacred waves. I bless the night. I bless you too.  I bless the nine sacred direction, I bless the light of my relatiions. I bless the hues of god, I bless the clouds. I bless the world, in you, I bless the sacred true. I bless the sailing, whaling, divine in you.  I am with you this day, sharing all our humble waves. Bringing God home this very day, to be a salvation in the waves. Come and greet me close to your heart. Come and greet all the sacred parts .I want you to know. I bless the sacred rainbow. I bless your feet and your hands. I bless your heart that commands. I bless your breath as it sails away with the true. I simply bless you  ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ 

Thank you Elders see next week, it was fun. Let work on fun. Yeah fun!

"Also the Stone is called Chaos, a Dragon, a Serpent, a Toad, the green Lion, the quintessence, our stone Lunare, Camelion, most vild black, blacker than black, Virgins milke, radicall humidity, unctuous moysture, liquor, seminall, Salarmoniack, our Sulphur, Naptha, a soule, a Basilisk, Adder, Secundine, Bloud, Sperme, Metteline, haire, urine, poyson, water of wise men, minerall water, Antimony, stinking menstrues, Lead of Philosophers, Sal, Mercury, our Gold, Lune, a bird, our ghost, dun Salt, Alome of Spaine, attrement, dew of heavenly grace, the stinking spirit, Borax, Mercury corporall, wine, dry water, water metelline, an Egge, old water, perminent, Hermes bird, the lesse world, Campher, water of life, Auripigment, a body cynaper, and almost with other infinite names of pleasure".Pontanus - The Secret Fire....

Cleaning up earth, warriors of this girth. And I await, earth. Oh earth warriors (not purified as elders as of yet). White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings, sacred blessings that purify everything! 

Let me build a fire of love, bring it hot and red above, let us burn this world, let us come from this raging hill, those who stand triumphant, will do their blessings, the armor of God, is not guessings, it's a sacred act, purifing all sacks. You are a warrior, who wants to come in, the house of God, does rage in the wind. It's blue and fire is burning out of hand, it's lighting all that it can.  The winds now bless this space, where humans and spirits come as a race. We are children of the clan of God, We are walking talking like clouds, purified and loud.  It's a blue wind, coming from the heat, it's grows louder and growing in heaps. It's touches the fire's light, the coven tonight, where the ceiling is the top of the world, we paint it blue, it's still, diamonds in the ruff, come down to feel healed.  Burning the blue ceiling off, red is like a dust falling all around, there is only pure of heart that stands, others are eaten in the wind, no more sin.  And the blessed, knew how to be strong, like a house, that builds it's four walls, and we go through the fire's rage, to walk the blue road, inside the haze. And purified, is this space, come elders feel one heart, blessed in a trace.  You did do your part, now it's more like an art, just keep giving from your heart.

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Elders gift the heart of love, they bring us closer to those of doves (peace, and walking on water is of faith), the flight of heaven sent from inside, the darkness of the numinous glow. Here we long to know our peace, the grace of gifting, the embrace of geese, and we flow together right in a row, because the formation is the Sacred Rainbow (Star of David's perfection, the lambs of God). Can we really know your sun (the golden light, when we know the soul and flesh unites, when we say what we do), well God is coming and we are planning the run (over rolling hills, we journey), the race of men, the lights of the buffalo bloom (four sacred directions within you), here we come, to know your zoom (flight of the soul). I hope to sea you on the other side, where we are to be like hides (skin of the soul, the lights, our flesh, the red road, where law of love presides), the story written on our cells, that love, carried us through!