The Sacred Heart of the Blue, the Body that Begins the Walk Within You!

I walk towards my home (Taos). I know which way I flow. It's where my heart leads me, that's the way I go. And now it's time to know, where all the songs do lead me. My soul speaks to my heart, "Let's migrate on home!". Days have turned to nights. I glow to know the strife. There we are the sacred hearts, that begins the sacred walk. My talk does lead me there, because I unite with my heart. I am the rising sun, where all is realized. Come and dance with me. Seek the world, I keep. It's the dream we all do hold, but the Sacred Blue does know. There we are the Sun, that rises for the day, to begin the sacred walk, right back to where I begin. I am the song of life. I begin the song of strife. I begin to glow like the sacred storm that knows. I choose, this way today, because God knows which way, the sacred walk and talk does incline, up to the land of paradise. The blue lake people know, we glow and we do go, right where we begin in time, the place we blow our minds. The dreams we are inclined. I'm going home to you. I'm walking home to you. I'm the heart of you, just wait for me, I'm coming home for you!

Twin Deer Mother Speaks with Holiness Bright Star

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Water Bowls Sing, Eternal Bells, Freedom Rings

This can be done with a stainless steel bowl and a drum stick! Happy blessings! I bless the sacred nine directions!

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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Golden (Yellow) Sky Warriors Cheer From Above, to Shine Below like the Sun!

I bless the sky to Kingdom come.  I bless the eyes of those unhealthy appetites. We bless with fire, of the Sun's light.  We bless the storm and rain.  We remember each day to bless sins away.  We remember each day we are between the dark of heaven and dark of earth and we are the protection with closed (protected whole, the uniting force) pure hearts.  We bless the sky that endures.  We bless each other, my comrades in arms.  We bless the fate of all the snakes (law of love, with the embrace) that bind us.  We bless the hatred that passes our way.  We bless the wills of man's hate (to purify them away).  We bless the clouds, so much light that endures (walking the right ways).  We bless the heart of those who are near.  We bless the world not knowing who we are, as we protect the walking fear.  We bless all the world.  We bless because we are the golden light, the warriors who fight against all plight (with love and blessings).  We bless and we bless because it's the test, the evolution's calling for us to run (on the waves of light, rolling hills), over and through the sacred sun (a light from within).  We bless the heart of many in fear and we bless the places we know now (in our hearts).  We bless the blue lake the dark and the light.  We bless the collision course.  We are the defense of it all.  100,006 Golden Warriors stand guard.


Blessings Sun by White Buffalo Calf Woman, for the heart of 100,006 Golden Warriors of the Sky above the Blue Lake Clouds


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The Sacred Heart of the Blue, the Body that Begins the Walk Within You!

I walk towards my home (Taos). I know which way I flow. It's where my heart leads me, that's the way I go. And now it's time to know, where all the songs do lead me. My soul speaks to my heart, "Let's migrate on home!". Days have turned to nights. I glow to know the strife. There we are the sacred hearts, that begins the sacred walk. My talk does lead me there, because I unite with my heart. I am the rising sun, where all is realized. Come and dance with me. Seek the world, I keep. It's the dream we all do hold, but the Sacred Blue does know. There we are the Sun, that rises for the day, to begin the sacred walk, right back to where I begin. I am the song of life. I begin the song of strife. I begin to glow like the sacred storm that knows. I choose, this way today, because God knows which way, the sacred walk and talk does incline, up to the land of paradise. The blue lake people know, we glow and we do go, right where we begin in time, the place we blow our minds. The dreams we are inclined. I'm going home to you. I'm walking home to you. I'm the heart of you, just wait for me, I'm coming home for you!

Friday, February 26, 2010

Fierce Blue Lake Warriors Beat the Earth, Till Blessings Find their Girth!

Blue Lake Dark Warriors (10,003) Sacred Song Blessings, beating the staff to the ground, demanding the blessings of the song, all 10,003 of them.  Thrice, until it was done. This is the Voice of Commands, as this was asked of them, to speak up loudly, as they have done, from the heavens where they began upon the earth, where they stand, to protect the heart of all those, who journey the migration's flow, where the Blue Lake knows.

Come and holler and say a cheer, we are going home.  There I stand to know the roam, the place we call our home.  Which way, we entrench and teach the sail, if we don't cling to the vine?  We know the path of goodness lasts, when we bless the world of mine.  There are sails awaiting for a brand new day.  There are wills awaiting for freedom and glory play.  I know there is time to sail the winds, to experience the play.  The warrior dreams are here to teach, that we protect the way.  The time of evolutions calling is here to find a home, and we are here to stand and roam, to show a better way.

We endure for you.  We hold the world safe for you.  We are cold for you, in the bitter snow.  Down in the valleys of the streams, we go there to protect it all for thee, because the lights needs a home to bee pure, to know not of fear.  There is a place we call our lives, inside the devoted tentacle skies.  And we go to this land, to understand, the ways of hope and endure.  We seek of faith and loving ways.  We seek of royal purification days.  We hold the hearts of those who don't understand, to know the way, of heaven's play.

There is a wonder that is at hand.  There is a time, that glory bee the stand.  And we are going there to be the heart of all who fear, to make them near.  We will teach what is right and wrong.  We will fight to know faith upon the ground.  We shall travel to shadows, who are near, and need a hand to hold, we are so bold.  Then we shall lift them up to bee, the heart of those, without any sleeves (without an embrace) and teach them how to love, and to show God's grace, in a human way (the embrace).  We hold their hearts for goodness sakes.  We hold their thoughts, to know of play.  We teach the wills of yesterday, to bee sacred play, and know the way.  We dream of going into a world, where all is creating without any fear.  And we shall protect their fate.  We shall show them the way, for goodness sake, the blessed ways.

Now we are hiding from all those who don't know.  But we are shielding those who are about to fall.  And we can hold their hearts, to say, "We are going home", a place to roam.  Over rolling hills we do go.  Over the saints who had their fills, and we will all be saints again, marching to and fro, over rolling hills we know.  I am the warrior heaven sent.  I pick up my staff and I have went, to seek the heart, who needs my soul, to lift them out of where it's so bold.  I come to save the wretched hearts.  I come to hold, to never part.  I come to offer blessings to save the way, into a brand new day, a safe and learning way.  We are going to the site of God, the palace grounds, we keep safe for God.  We are the house that never sheds, but wakes up the dead, to learn of their sins, and blow them away (chaff from the seeds).  We are the hands, who always roam, to say, my love will open up roads. We are going home. 

I will keep safe those who are lost.  I will hold those who never depart.  We are the suns of darkness who claim, the open range, to purify all the sins away.  We are the heavenly ghosts sent to hold the land, to make sacred what once was lost.  We are the soldiers who find a way, to bless the hearts, and bring them home.  We are the heavenly beasts who claim the sins, to bring the world back home again.  We are the chosen who do their part, and save the day, to bring a better way.  WE know the way, but get lost when we don't have others who bless our days.  So we will fight for you this day, and you will bless us, to keep you safe.  And we will be a kingdom for all God's children, the perfect place, the palace gates.  WE protect the wind.  We protect your face.  We protect all of God's grace.  We are the blessed of heavenly wakes, the heart that's pure, and oh so near.  We come to show you the way, of heavenly dance, to purify, the world you lost.  And now it's time to show that we the unified cause. Bless us dear hearts.


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, for the 10,003 Blue Lake Dark Warriors Who Protect the Girth of the Land around the Blue Lake Pond.

"I bless you" says, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star.

Cheering by the Blue Lake Dark Warriors

Blessing from White Buffalo Calf Woman

I bless the world, where all do dream.  I bless the blue where all do scream.  I bless the heart of knowing how to depart (freedom, walks away with love, a blessed heart).  I bless those who stand, to protect our art (warriors who fight for love).  I bless the warriors who stand so true.  I bless their strength in all they do. I bless the simons (Hebrew שִׁמְעוֹן Šimʻôn, meaning "God has heard." The ears of man, listening -receiving and allowing- or the without, the flesh, the sacred tools of light, the holy temple -skin or hide- of the God within, which contains the soul has taken notice of the heart, now the action is to conceive and take part.") of a new world.  I bless the holler, to the skies so blue.  I bless the song, that lives in you.  I bless the streams, that flow out of you.  I bless the wisdom you choose this day, because I know you are the devoted slave.  I bless the heart of mine so true, because I become the greatness of you.  My dark pure warriors who protect this earth.  I bless your sacred feet, who stand upon the earth.  I bless the wine (the intoxicating effects, of love), that bleeds from you (walking the path or law of love, suffering for others, for that's what love does).  I bless the vines, that cling to you (when we entwine with others, we unite and walk together).  I bless the potency, that gives you strength, how I do know, how great you dance.  I bless the stream of darkness plight (to make pureness, to bring them home, even in their fear), because you battle with all your might (endure for love's calling).  I bless the animals, who stand with you.  I bless the hearts, who know you are true.  I bless the light (impure, who do not bless who walk this earth), that fears your name (for you battle to bless the rest, to bring them all home).  I bless the ones, who come to claim your fame (those who seek and blame, rather than seek and know the humble road, the law of love).  

And I bless you mostly, because of your good heart, your devotion, that makes you never depart. I bless the skies, that shine upon you.  I bless the waters, that reflect so true.  I bless your arms, that defend this world, to bring us back, to a purified state.  I bless you always, for defending the pure.  I bless you cause you take care of the animals too. I bless you, where white light, runs from you in fright, because they are impure, and don't know where to start (in blessings and prayers).  I bless you, because, you are my heart, the devoted and true of the light and the dark. With Golden Warriors in the sky so true, you my Dark Warriors, who protect the blue lake through and through.  The people who are coming, and dance and pray, they don't understand, that you are here today, but we know you come to protect this girth, because God sent you to be devoted and true.  My darlings I love you, beyond the words.  My darlings, so true, I am so devoted to you.  My darlings, my Warriors, who battle to gain, the ground of sacred, regardless of fame, but you bow to the hills, to protect the days.  Into the next place we journey, the next battle field (the Rainbow Warrior who fights for love, the true Dark Warrior of heaven below).  I bless you forever, but I know it's your stay, to plant the seeds of purity, in all loving ways.  I bless you forever, because you are true, the part of the SACRED BLUE, the Lake you keep shining and new!

Whistles, warrior calls, the heart feels, static (forces that balance each other), and moving into grace.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, for the 10,003 Blue Lake Dark Warriors Who Protect the Girth of the Land around the Blue Lake Pond.

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The Sacred Heart of the Blue, the Body (Blue Lake, the flesh, Rainbow Tools of Lights) that Begins the Walk Within You!

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I walk towards my home (Taos). I know which way I flow. It's where my heart leads me, that's the way I go. And now it's time to know, where all the songs do lead me. My soul speaks to my heart, "Let's migrate on home!". Days have turned to nights. I glow to know the strife. There we are the sacred hearts, that begins the sacred walk. My talk does lead me there, because I unite with my heart. I am the rising sun, where all is realized. Come and dance with me. Seek the world, I keep. It's the dream we all do hold, but the Sacred Blue does know. There we are the Sun, that rises for the day, to begin the sacred walk, right back to where I begin. I am the song of life. I begin the song of strife. I begin to glow like the sacred storm that knows. I choose, this way today, because God knows which way, the sacred walk and talk does incline, up to the land of paradise. The blue lake people know, we glow and we do go, right where we begin in time, the place we blow our minds. The dreams we are inclined. I'm going home to you. I'm walking home to you. I'm the heart of you, just wait for me, I'm coming home for you!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

A Story of Love Upon the Red Road

A Story of Love upon the Red Road
told by The One Who Meets the Bear!


A young native boy remembered he had a girlfriend when he was young and he would lie down beside her and remember her hair wrapped around his face and neck.  He would feel like he could dance.  He dreamed that he could soar across the fields of glory.  Soon he came across the Great Bear.  And the bear gave out a big roar (I stood my ground).  Soon the bear retreated because the boy knew he could soar high above like the Eagle.  The boy gifted the clouds to the bear.  As  the bear walked away, the native called out, "My relative, good journeys in the stars.  I will sea you again."  Soon the boy remembered all the stories as he climbed down to the Earth, the rocks and grass and sunlight upon his face.  He grew tall and weary from his long journey. 

He remembered the Bear and his roar.  He thought, "I should be as fearless as a Bear.  I should roar like the thunder."  And whence my heart spoke, I gave a loud roar, my heart again began to soar (roaring sound of the wind that blows, the soul that knows).

She was a beautiful girl with soft eyes and luscious lips like berries.  And her sweetness in fragrance matched any flower in the fields.  And her long brown hair (rolling hills of Mother Earth), it made me roar.  I dreamed because she gifted me freedom, my sails into far, into far off lands. Soon I remembered the many creatures that I would learn to visit.  And learn from many explorations, we gathered and communicated.  It was a communion of the Gods, where I remembered the many stories of my childhood to my manhood.  She was one of many treasures the Great Spirits pondered upon my path.  And the glory of the sun upon my face where warm(th) grew yonder.  The simplicity of my yearning glow reminded me of her hair (richness) and now I could flow. 

Such dreams I discovered that grew from the tales of my life.  I was a young man and now an old man, but my journeys were bold and stories were told.  And my glory was known because I dreamed, whence yonder my heart soared, when I lacked courage, my fortitude was the roar of the Bear, and the fearlessness that grew from that chance meeting.  I have many stories, but her hair, it sent me into my dreams.  And her smell, sweet as lilacs.  She put a spell on my journey that lifted me to new heights.  I feel so blessed, that the young girl could teach me so much, and that my dreams sought relatives everywhere.  And my destiny it behold the magic of the air, where sunlight bounced off the glistening waters.  And when the moon danced, I danced.  And when the river flowed, I flowed.  And when the trees near (the) brook grew, I grew.

So each of my relatives gifted me stories and I learned to soar high above the clouds into the rain drops, into the soil my journey was arduous, but I claimed knowledge of the stars that descended upon the rolling hills.  And my journey is a blessed fact, of my old age.  I wish the roar for all the children, to know the sweet smell of a woman's hair and touch.  She was a gift from the Gods and the Great Spirits they sent her to me, to guide me over the journey of the flowing river.  I sing my songs and I give praise to the boldness of the Great Ones, who once descended and gifted me life to bear (four sacred directions, black/blue, red, yellow, white, and then there are violet-voice-strength positions outwardly and inwardly colors, creates the physical bridge-holiness-unity, of the holy temple-indigo-perfection).  I am the glory forever, when I have relatives in the air.  And as a tree, my story is long and overdue, yet my song will continue because I found you, lying in a field of green grass, where streams of salmon flow by.  I watch the many colors that twinkle in the dust and my heart grows fonder of this view.  You and your relatives shall know of this field as you grow old together, remember that the sweetness of the long brown hair will tarry us into the journey of the soul.  She is the fields upon which you lie.  And he is the roar in the sky and when the song is


over, the scales of the fish shall know the breeze, the very notes of the clamoring heart.  She sings softly, he roars loudly and the journey we tarry is where our hearts do collide.  And young and old come to meet the bold, where relative told the stars, the journey of our lives.

I am the Telling One, the One who meets the Bear. I have come to show you the good life where tears are told.  Do not bellow discontent but share the joys of salvation.  It's the star journey that descends upon the rolling hills, and the very sweetness of her voice reminds the soul of a choice, that we are the children who lead the way.  In your journeys tell the relatives it's time to beckon us all home, for we want to share the stories of the stars. And we want to hear about thars (needs).  You are the children who are born and know, when you trust the sweet night air.  And remember the story of the young girl's hair for the young man was I, who could soar, my relatives I implore.  The end.

Thank you miss white buffalo, the child who knows more, we are thankful for your songs you share.  Will you share my heart for all to bare. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle beats the sacred drum.

Come and dancing a tethering song, to gift the heart of love.  Be grateful for all the air, to sing upon the shores.  I gift my heart and breath impart the wisdom of the stars.  Come and be bold, I have come to old, the song of angels are heard, when relatives are near, don't you fear.

There is green grass in the air.  Don't you glean without waters of dew.  Don't you sea, all the glory from the sun?  Don't you beckon the stars to run?  I want you to know, that the Bear is a feud (collision course) when sunlight gain air, and moisture is everywhere.

Come sit with me, besides a brookling (bubbling brook, stream's sound) breeze.  And find us there, divining the night air.  I want to share the sun, the reflection of everyone, when the moon glows bright and our hearts don't fight.  You are my relative and I know how to give, it's you who needs a lift, to receive stories of a gift. 

I come to hold you.  I bring laughter with a view, just to hold your face.  Just to know your grace.  There alone the mountain tops, I feel all the drops, the tears always know and are so bold, dreams foretold, the gift of our hair.  The song we bare. 

The days are told, a magic so bold.  We are the stars, that journey so far.  And I want you to know, there's glory in the snow, and my heart will glow, for you to tell you truth.

Now, I realize, you are part of my heart.  And I realize, that my breath, will impart a magical stream, where all is but a dream.  The destiny unfolds, like sweetness told.  My life I serve true.  My heart beats for you.  And my life is a story, in the blue, the heart of me and you!¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥the truth of glory that is you!¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥my waves I follow you, to should all your blues. 


Thank you very much (White Buffalo) Calf Woman, and Holiness (David Running Eagle) does feel the conflict in the air (difficulty harmonizing the drum with the heart, there was conflict), he must trust all he do, for he is Holiness true.  The one who meets the bear, shares conflict everywhere, the beat does dare!

Name of One Who Meets the Bear: 
Glory Bee, there are Angels Everywhere, we call him Sun of the Light, who bores all plight.
2/14/2010


Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow! 


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