Jim Rushing River Sacred Rainbow, your Steering Clown Shining Bull's Four Directions Colors

Jim Our Rushing River Sacred Rainbow, your Steering Clown Shining Bull
The rushing river who grows! (in wisdom, who takes roots and knows, the well of love that grows towards the bending rainbow's bloom)

Jim (the heel that springs you forward on the walk of life). Rushing (the rage of the importance of the soldier, the kingsmen, kinsmen, the blue blood of the soul, that is true to the well of God, blessedness and righteousness) River (the eternal soul that tears and grows) Sacred (directions in the house of God, true to your soul, when walking in the rainbow flesh of loving embrace) Rainbow (the light that springs forth to radiate and shine), the Steering Clown, the Bull That shines, with Cock who Crows the sacred time!  The bull always carries a bird, in this case the cock, who crows at the dawning of the early morn, to tell the sacred rainbow, the morning star does shine, the perfect song, which chimes so strong, that allows us to grow and shine!

Cock who Crows the Sacred Rainbow
The Cock (four sacred directions where the wind blows) who crows (in Grandmother space) and brings us home to be the heart of the sacred rainbow (shining colors of light's journey).  the learned of the sacred few, who seeks forgiveness in all you do, but if you don't look out the right window, he will steer you into the heart of know, because it's his will that guides the way, to the eternal God, within us grows. We call him, the Sacred Rainbow, who cooks the lessons for all to know, the brewing and stirring for all to sea (the heart of you and me, with vision of the heart), so we can come home to roost in thee! (four sacred directions of the perfection in all the brothers and sisters)  Don't forget his heart that yearns is the lesson of over turn, you can bet he will gift you the throngs of no, because you think you have it all and go, well he will show you what to do, when we long to be the perfect view.  Go against God and he will divide you into shreds, that need to grow.  Sow I guess you will have to be good children, because if you don't, he will show you what to do.  Guiding and steering you into the right ways, the sacred deliverance of the beloved days.  His actions is the Steering Clown, the beloved bull who shines! To hear his heart song, visit

http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2009/10/jim-rushing-river-sings-for-you-heart.html

Four sacred directions, for Rushing River Sacred Rainbow, your Steering Clown Shining Bull is Golden, Green, Rainbow, Gray.

Welcome hearts, who bring us home, the Golden Song of everyone, he who calls us home this time is the call of brotherhood every time.  Jim our beloved brother does bring the Cosmic Father who does bridge, the wells of forever in the place of time, he who cooks us up to shine.  We can be well fed, when he is around, because his heart longs for better days.  The calling of rainbow clan does he, to bring us home to the land of divinity.

The Golden he does shine, like a rainbow, that lands to hide, but if we look inside the hearth, you will find the goodness cart.  There he brings the yellow shine, the golden wisdom of all time.  And when the sails finds a home to gift, the love of kindness is his gift.  Don't be fooled of what's in store, the Golden is fearless, with his score.  And if you stand in his way, be sure that love lives in your hay, the seed of goodness, can be rare, but if you bring the love to share, the Cosmic Father, will lift you us, to play the song of "Come home Sun" (the child son, lifted up on the fathers shoulders).  We the world, needs much to shine, when the sun rises every time.  Can we follow the will of God, if only we could shine like we should.  Follow the calling that he does make, the sound of the heart, that fearlessly takes, across the oceans and throughout the time, within the rainbow that does shine.

Welcome the river, that does bring the Green grass of homeland, the place we drift.  Come and greet the rising sun, the place we long, when we are shown.  Can the spirit long to run, like a river, that curves around the grown.  We the helpers, that find a way, lift the spirits home to say, "Come to sea the ways of the line, the rushing river, that can be so blind", but if we go there, we can see, the darkness comes to greet the leaves (relatives).  I will hold you inside my arms, the embrace of loving that can be so profound.  But if you don't like what I say, then you will have to certainly obey, the will of God is single file, the willing of a heart, that is stuck in mire.  There is one flowing river this day, the sacred directions, come home to play.  Inside the house of God, we are earthbound, but if we look out into the sun, we can reach into heaven's sent, but not until we know the Great (Spirit).  Here inside, the embrace of One, the spirit runs free, to know the breeze, the winds of time, that always feels, the embrace of love, that I unwield (hard to manage).

Now I say, do you know life?  The place we play inside this strife, and we are going to go out to play and learn of Rainbow's that display.  Don't like what you feel today, then I say open your eyes and say, "I am the greatest that ever lived, because God made me the image of could!" And we are the place, where Rainbows unfold, the sacred directions of the living sun.  Where can light go, but every which way, the place beholden, to the place we raise, the children, the colors of majesty, the many who think they know the breeze.  But I know it's the good ones, who say, "I know little this very day" and often they are always seeking more, to understand the entire show.  Those are the children, who understand, that we belong to more than man.  We belong to the heart and soul, that dances eternal to know of Gold.  Bring the brotherhood to the man, where the Soul can linger and play a song.  Together, the united come to dance, to be the sacred beat of man, where colors can be the majestic turn, of rolling hills, that seem unheard.  But we listen to all the trees, each a great sacred running free, and our hearts linger to wanting more, the experience of love, that is shared, with the world.

Let us knot forget (that binds) our space, the mother, who is grand of her display.  She enters us, every single way, to offer us a slice of stories, that know the way. She our Grandmother of empty space, the Grayness of where dreams unfold and show the way.  There we can imagine through any door, if only we could look and offer more.  We could find a magical ride, that slides us into an apple pie, where sweetness is glowing of aspirations azure, the place where butterflies grow inside the clouds.  I know you are wondering how I got here, well spin the wheel of fortune to who knows where, for Grandmother will spice up our lives, if only we sit and listen for awhile. Not black or white, but inbetween, where the twix remains to be born and believe. Our hearts glisten to all that smiles, to seek a heart, that is not in a mire (admire instead), but instead where Rainbows do shine, for she is the wonder of the place we sea.  She is the Grandmother, we all adore, the morning glory of her western shore.  Here are where children of the flesh are born, the light of the rainbow colors, is her magic show. Come one come all and join the ride, for it's going to be a magical lullabye.

Now that we understand the fun, let us get down to some serious sons, the place who hold deer (journey of life) is going to be a great magical ride, if only we keep the statues of God inside.  Play sacred and offer others your heart inside, and then give them your hands, to embrace their hides.  Even when they strike you or hit you when you are down, get up and make a stand for what is right.  I know you are important, and you are the great, but only if we play the same beloved way, the law of love that God provides, gives us the tools for all to be good chides.  We need each other if we are going to survive and I say to you, "Get up and join the ride", the greatest adventure, you have ever signed up for, the rhythm of destiny underneath a sun, where waters flow in majestic hills, the end of death, and the beginning of could.  Here we are going to be the misdirected going home, to be where we are free to be, whatever we should, the live rainbows, that show the way, of the eternal dance of destiny. Blessed and sacred is the tools to survive, but you need to be the one, who cuts the pie.  Together, we are whole, but if we don't listen to what we are told, then brotherhood, will not be part of your life, and you will wither into something not nice.  Give your heart to all we do, and bring the eternal knowledge home with you!

Rushing River Sacred Rainbows do Steer you, with a Clown who can fool you, but in the end, the beloved Bull does shine, to show you how to be sublime!  Shine on, shine on, because its the way for us to be alive.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings the Rainbow Colors for Jim, the man who supplants our lives.  He is the heel that springs us forwards towards the rolling hills to embrace and walk our strife.  Be free, when you understand God, for the law of creation, comes when we are sacred and true, to the rules that where left for me and you!  Walkin and talkin, the holiness of our lives (wakan tankan).

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Jim Rushing River Sacred Rainbow Teachings of Grandmother Space, the heaven that embraces our dreams!


The two year old is the soul of Grandmother, who says no, but I say, "Know what?"  Hear and listen to what she says, the knowing of eternal dancing that does glow...for Grandmother binds us with her knots, not the place of no, but why! Let us look at what destiny offers us, the place of many crystalline doors! The stores of treasures, we open up and chide (mild scolding), to be the child, who always knows why! Get them on the right rode (riding the horse, the soul knows eternal knowledge), the way of the eternal circle of life. The soul knows and has wisdom.  It's the flesh that needs a scold to act righteous! Seek the path of united like a sun, the rising warmth of the star that has begun!

Such misunderstandings of heaven sent, the earthbound needs know the place of went.  A place you have already been to, in the circle of life and the seasons of the time, over rolling hills and back again, welcome to the dawning, where heaven (soul, dark) greets earth (flesh, light) and let us unite! Welcome home rainbow clan, the place in time, where we are born again...the third phase of evolution, comes home again! Dawning, are you awake yet!