Title: Where My Soul Walks This World
Where My Soul Walks This World
I sing my heart for all to believe. We are the whispering the song that comes with the clippers, the wings that fly by. I hear the soul within, to bring in harmony to those who want swim. Forever and ever I will breath, the soul where I beget the waters edge, the place I pledge, my soul to all that bets on the hedge. I will be standing near, just to hold you near. Whence forth I have come to show you, my honor in all I pledge. I want you to know there is a place within my heart. I will start. I will learn. I will burn my candle brightly within me like a star storm.
The winds creep upon me. I can feel the winding down of the hills, where the billows want to sail. I will be comforted in my dreams. I will stream. I will show my colors upon the blossoms of the sky. I will fill this world with my cries. There upon my soul I ponder upon this world, that I may walk with the birds and flowers. And all that gather. I shall gift my hands to cultivate the loving wrath that moves the dead beats, to rise up and become their own greatness. I will show you, just how I can serve the elders too. I will become all I said I would dew. I will become magical too. And as the whispers flow in the winds, I will share my heartbeat in all that sings. I will grow with you. We will become the family of the rainbow. Holy is the path I take. Let my world be baked, like the great cauldron that Spirits tell me to collide inside of the heart of those who are wise. I take comfort in their eyes.
Show me where I flow, that I will extol, the mission to make others aware, that we must sail with the ship to adorn. We must become the men of time and make heaven and earth chime. We must share our hearts to beam to the flowers and show others the way to shine. Because each are needed this time. Each is part of the great wheel. We tear the seals. And what lie ahead is an open page, where dreams can become paintings of reality. We send blessings to all those stems. We send our spiritual awareness to shareness. And if the winds die down, we sit quietly and say, peace. Peace upon this world. There my heart will shine. I will help others to bind to this world. It will come true. I will become this place where the water's adore and love is the standing shore. Together we will open the doors.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to help the vision begins, from the heart of our beloved Uncle Akai Talon Claw whose Sacred Song Blessing, shows us "Where My Soul Walks This World", together as a herd. Tribes of many colors, the white buffalo gifts the hide (four directions and ages), the making of many tribes, the making of the sacred places. Shared, it is a good taste. Let us start to make the baste (feel good being around).
Uncle Akai Talon Claw asks, +WhiteBuffaloCalfWoman TwinDeerMother your welcome much love and blessings one question do i ask the elders for my buffalo robe or ask you or great spirit i'm still understanding the process somehow i'm learning as i go along through all this and life many blessings.
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There I climb to the top of the stars. I will bind to the world in the human yard. There I will fill my life with hope, around the holy scope (vision of paradise). Tell the people I am coming home, to the four directions of the sacred drum. If you wanted to know about this field, ask the wheel, make a deal. All is about to change in the world, time to share now it is a dare, to believe in miracles. Spiritual is our tools. And it is time to bow and pray, along the waves. It is time to be saved.
See me in the winds I fly. Look at this holy sky. All the venom in the world is coming of me. I must be like the tree, standing on a mountain I believe. All of the shadows are real, now it is time to seal, our fate to the mountain, the holy land, the place where I put my bands. I will teach you how to become a holy people now on the run. Come and bless with me. I will show you trees. Come and bless with me. We will be family.
Look at the sky look at all. I can fly with those cosmic eyes. I am with everyone. I am flying in the sun. Clouds of dew come on knew. Listen for me I will be there. My heart will be in the air. Mist is the fullness of your kiss, when tender hearts know the great bliss. I will fly right beside you to find the sacred living truth. I tell you goodness runs pure, when you are family real near. I wish to follow this land, as long as I can stand.
Where there is magic. I will flow. Where there is heart break I will know. Where there is silence I will bloom. Where there is mischief I will be Sioux. Time to bring in love for the holy yard. Time to bring in love for this sacred call. Time to bring in love to all that skies above, to the holy land where you stand by my heart. I will bless your tears in the sky. I will bless your tears when you cry. I will bless you all of my days, because it is love that saves the waves. Tender hearted children, Grandmother knows how to play. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome, to my heart.
Not yet, has to earn this respect, the mission upon this world, sent as an angel to herald.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums from the heart of Blackfoot Uncle Akai Talon Claw, the Silver child.
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, Holy People of the Rainbow
On Thu, Sep 8, 2016 at 4:24 PM, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother <email@example.com> wrote:
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Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, Holy People of the Rainbow
The crystalline rainbow that lives in you, the heart of all that living is the part of the truth, it's only the reflection that gifts us the light, the wondrous journey we sing in strife, but we would have no other way, to enjoy all the beloved sacred displays! Welcome home Sacred Rainbow, where you shine all day, and nights bring the stars the emanate all grays (hear we go in Grandmother Space, weaving the Rainbow).