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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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Elders Who Walk and Talk the Way

Elders who walk and talk the way, requested by Holiness David,  You are worthy!

"We are all SUNS of God", says Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Eagle, your Father Red Hand

Mark my words. I will see you in the new land.  Watch me walk. I will sing upon glory.  Tell me what?  I am here to write a story.  I am strong, because I have faith of a mountain (sacred and holy, standing firm, the holy law of love).  I am the glory that God sent to thee.  I feel the heartbeat of all their disease.  And I know you are failing, because they hurt and bleed.  But don't give up, the sailing, because we need you to adore thee.  Glory bee, the sails for me.

In all the springs times, evolution calls to me.  It's the awakening of the longed longevity.  We are the children, who walk into a new land.  Because we are solemn, to make a new stand.

Miracles do abound to us, miracles do flow.  We are the children, who make it all grow.  And our hearts will do magic and serve everyone.  We shall be dancing, like radiant suns.

I want you to know, it's a hero's call so bold.  You are the hero God sent to take hold.  Don't give up your footsteps, instead, give us love.  Watch out for soldiers, who don't come from above (earthly, not heavenly).

There you go down a river so cold.  But don't you know the Sun will burst and show you and hold.  We can finish together.  We can find a world, if we long to love each other, and keep the promise told.

Walking and talking, a new devoted way.  You are the children who come to relate.  It's a song of heaven, who are going to make mistakes, and we are the children, who will hold them instead.  We shall be bold and stand on what we say.

Carry me to the promise land.  I will walk and make a man (journey on the lights, waves our soul travels). And when I get there.  I speak of a mighty hand.  There in the stars.  There in the day.  There is going to be a miraculous display.  There in the shadows.  There by the seas.  There in the heart, of those in disease. 

What do I do?  I don't always understand.  What can I hope, if I don't trust in Man?  When must I journey, to make it across the seas?  I look forward, to all that is me!  I look forward to living in peace.

So I play to sing a song. I make love, to bring along.  I shell out my heart and pray to God, I shall be free.  I look for faith in everything.  I hope for the life from spring.  I am the golden child, who longs to be free, to hold thee (no sound, silence is golden).

Fill me up worthy children, for all you suffer for thee.  It's the stake of discomfort, that knows, you love thee.  Suffering for Mankind, to long to be free, because your faith, it will rescue thee. It will be a lamb (children of the beloved) who journeys beside me (rainbow warriors of prophecy).

Love me forever, as I will love thee.  Hold me and tell me, we're going home finally.  There is a Shepard, who looks after me (all of us).  And I know it's God's will, for all to be free.  I shall be praying, to have good (more) company!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, sacred drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand.

Warriors of the Earth  

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!