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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy Let's Hear the Thunder Roar

Blue Bird Dowsing Says:
White Buffalo Calf Woman, Twin Deer Mother,
I will be dancing tonight at a Sangoma graduation ceremony, so much energy in the air and the first drum hasn't yet begun to beat down to the river first. And the ancestors will be dancing tonight with us.  

Many blessings and peace like the vast open skies.  Africa is warm today.
Blessings Blue Bird Dowsing

White Buffalo Calf Woman Twin Deer Mother Says:
Beloved Blue Bird Dowsing, the heart does come to fill, the sky that seems so near, and times do fly by day, to open all the nights. It's time to run on home, the perfect place under the sun, where time is the rolling hills. Let's dance and play all day. I have to say it's true, the loving perfect view, but those who do not yearn, will not know where to turn. It's more than a dance, it's a dream that never lasts, because those who do not learn, come back to ever churn. 

It's the way of the roads, the perfect loving shores, but if we do not wake, then it's a rough road for goodness sakes. Those who laugh and learn, yet do not save the churn, will lose by relative ways, because they shall not stay. The entire dance and song, belongs to all the run (over rolling hills, our waves of light). And those who do not live inside the dreamland that forgives, will not know the walking wake, because they do not make a stake (stand up for what is right). So my beloved, you are talking the way, yet, together not the walking talking way. 

It's important to heal the world. There is only three long years to go. And Mother Nation need take their place, to embrace those who lost her face. It's heaven, who walks inside, the halls where God presides. And if you want to heal, then you get others to feel. It's oneness, that's the world, and those who do feel, the waking inside their hearts, well they will churn and churn, because they did not learn.

Alright, here in San Francisco Bay (California, USA), the shore, that will be no more, many do not want to learn, or wake or even churn, yet the skies do play the game of those who fall folly to it's name. And those who claim Lakota hearts, well they don't even smart (sting), because the art of love is gone, instead, the flesh does win (dart, rather than stand up for what is right). And when you use your flesh, your lose your address. It's only the soul that knows, because it's the heaven glow. And those who do not preside, well they are all looking to hide. But heaven will purify, even the shadows, in the light (numinousity). So valleys here we come, to run and dance under the sun, inside our hearts do glow, the perfect running show, where pure waters do sea (vision of a heart), the glory of eternity.

your devoted White Buffalo Calf Woman says, I love you as a servant who bled (suffered for love, the red road, the law of love), and not it's time for real blood to flow, the thunder has begun it's roar.

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Thunder Roll....find my whole...Bee the heart...where we depart (leaving only with love, united hearts) is where...we do sing, along the road, we do bring.  When we leave, we leave our hearts.  When we walk, we never part.  We only say, I'll see you another day.  Come along, to the land that stands (stays).

Thunder Rolling, along the shores.  Lightning striking (unification of two differentials, as an Indigo warrior do know, we strike with truth, to allow others to grow) of man's heart does roar.  And we climb forth, to the heaven's shore.  We are going home, to land of evermore.  Third age coming, it's a land to sea.  Third rage blowing, upon the seas.  I can hear you, in the distant wake.  I can feel you, for God is making a stake (standing up for what is right)

Thunder Rolling, upon a new land.  Lightning striking where man does stand, upon rolling hills, we do make it home, the land of green grass (oneness flowing knowing), the blooming blast...trek upon the rolling seas, my heart ponders, for all to sea.  And we glow forth, in the buffalo home (four sacred directions of our Rainbow Colors, our holy temple which houses our Soul), it's the raging sea of course.

Down in the valleys, where I do roam.  Down in the valleys, where all hide of course.  We shall go and rescue thee, it's the land of divinity...  Buffalo home, it's the place we go.  Buffalo roam, it's the hills that blows.  Buffalo home, it's the sun that rise (alightfromwithin).  Buffalo home, it's a brand (and grand, to put your mark on it, left behind, the heart remembers, we are not blind) disguise (concealing our souls, to go forth, to explore), for we are living in an illusion sea, where we find that life does bleed, it's the Red Road where love does live, it's the place we do give, it's the warm heart, that feels my hands, embracing the brand new sound, the song of justice, the song of hope, the song of living life of cope, we are going to the city of lights, the place where heaven lives in our lives, to bust forth.  Shadow will merge and souls will sea, and we shall show the world, of divinity, the place we thought we could hide, but it's right there, right inside. 

Thunder rolling, upon the shores.  Lightning striking my heart of course.  We do know how, to feel the wake.  The place we wander for goodness sake, for goodness sake, for goodness sake.  It's the land of course, we land the paring (the act of one who pares, to cut or trim away) rage.  It's the thunder home of the sacred Rainbow...who knows.

Thunder rolling, in my heart.  Cosmic Mother (who gives us life, the breath of life in a buffalo home, this is the Rainbow people), I never depart.  My sacred Rainbow, my buffalo home.  You give me heartbreak (feelings, the right of passage into the dreamworld upon the blue and green, the swelling heart that brings us to our knees), the heart that sings.  You give life breath, the ways of song.  You give courage to move along.  And now we ponder, on the song....

My Great Spirits I do roam across the thunder and it's home.  My Great Spirits, I do flow, to know your heartbeat always glows.  We're going home, to a brand new day.  We're going home, to the buffalo rage.  And my hooves will make a thunder roar.  My heart will know courage, because you're there. Buffalo rage.  Thunder shakes the ground.  Buffalo rage, my heart feels the pound.  And when I'm calling, I go to you, upon the shoreline, with a view.

Buffalo thunder, I do call.  Rainbow Warriors, know how to fall.

Roar and song, do come another day, but you don't listen to what I say.  You think you ponder on a view, but you turn away, when the buffalo hue (rainbow colors who snout and blow, rather than offering your heart).  It's the heart, that sings, I walk my space, it's the land where there is no disgrace.  And when it's time, for all of us to fall down, we learn of thunder and all it's clowns (sacred medicine).  Rainbow Mother, she calls to us, yet none of us go to her and leave the dust.  Our love calls, the buffalo rage, it's the song, without any haze.  We are clear in mind and soul.  We are going, to be the pull.  It's the raging river, we do know, it's the buffalo home, where we do flow. 
[end talking]

Buffalo thunder, hear my roar.  Buffalo thunder, we land of course.  Buffalo thunder feel my hooves.  I'm shaking the ground now, it's heaven's course.  Buffalo dance, upon the shores.  Thunder rolls to make my choice. Is it love that walks away?  Or is that I have much to say?  Are we Oneness, the God of truth.  Are we walking alone for couth (refinement, polished, civilized, familiar, but not family) (Wisdom, coming from age rather than trusting the heart of the eternal winds, the flesh only lives 100 years, and the soul lives always near.  Eternity, it's only the way, of heaven's clinging of a better day.  The flesh only knows intelligence without wisdom imparts, but seeks to know wisdom rather than trusting the soul, which knows, and blows eternal divinity that grows.).  Does the wisdom find my heart.  Buffalo home now, search and part.  Impart wisdom to my hands.  Impart wisdom across the land.  Impart wisdom, to make a stand.  It's the buffalo raging across the land. 

Rolling thunder, hear my roar.  Lightning striking to unite this form.  It's one heart now, time to merge.  And those who don't know how to have curge (curds-globs together-coagulate-bind, a gathering, to flow, Kurds-are wanderers, to roam and seek, to distant places of the meek, where we fall down to the earth, and make heaven a distant course, we journey back and forth, the nomadic tribe of course).  We are going to a distant land, it's where my heart blasts (voice, to let know, of the heart inside, the voice that sings, and knows what I rely, inside the heart that feels the way, inside my soul, where I do rely) and churns (to mingle, sometimes with love, sometimes with hate, but always creating a place, that binds).  In the shadows, we do call, bringing wisdom to all who fall.  Pray my family, pray to God.  Say, were coming to a new land.  Buffalo courage, it's the place, where we ponder on a new face.  Brother and sister, hear my heart.  Brother sister never part.  But if you walk away remember my song, you'll be back now, to hold my heart. 

Buffalo Thunder.  Hear my roar.  Buffalo thunder my hooves explore.  I am the raging seas that blasts, I say, come forwards to listen at last.  Buffalo home, where the green grass grows.  Buffalo home, my heart does roam.  It's the blue world, where the green does flow, the raging river, of God's know.  Great spirits hold me here today, because we long for a better way.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

Romanian National Anthem speaks this about curge, the flow of relatives, the blue of me and you, the tears that know, the ever-flow, the merging of our hearts:  

Your great grandchildren (We are the Great Children of the Great Spirits in Heaven), with weapons in their arms (weapons plunge, unite, and force justice of the law, and that is love, the unification of broken hearts), with your fire in their veins (purified and blessed, of the true, loyal, royal blue, the souls, that sing the truth, freedom rings), "Life in freedom or death!" (hear, we know life is eternal whether, of the earthly realm or heavenly realm) shout all (the utterance of heavenly transmission is of G_ah_d, we are Oneness, the spirit that lives).

Fire Purification

This image is of a Stone River that moves.  No one can fathom how it moves and migrates, even scientists, who try to study it's phenomena. Although is speaks of the heart, that is unseen and walks a path. Let us know of the Roar of the Buffalo Heart, the song of ages, the rolls and jumps, to say, "I'm all the rage".

For you we sing to know the wind, each day our love shines your way! Do you believe in all the disease or are you going to let us in? For love is here and going to stay, when you let our hearts know the way, join with us to be with thee, for God is Great in liberty. Gift all we have in God's command and now we wait for you to hand, the love we long for each and roaming day, while we wait patiently for thee. For Rainbow Warriors will come home to thee, when you remember the land of thee. The land we seek is inside of thee, the heaven's abounding company. Let our hearts blow in the wind. Let our minds be smiles again. Let the sound of glory live again, when we sing hymns in loving winds again. Hold on tight, it's going to be a bumpy ride, but we'll be here to hold on to each day, cause Great Spirits coming to save the wretched way, and we are going to be a Sacred Day, when we are here to love the Song God gives, the prayer of whims, the doors to the wind. We are going home, when we accept the time, when God lives here and we are going to Shine. Keep the door open when we come home to thee, live inside our hearts with us and know the place of thee, for God is great and living liberty, when wings fly home and we can sea, the winds of time gifts us to be free.

Warriors of the Rainbow Clan learning to be Parents and Soldiers to Love in the leaves (relatives in the blue of me and you, the trail of tears). Take up weapons to slain, all we don't need (sever ignorance, with validation, mending two broken hearts). Yet as our hearts tremble (because those who use hate or separation), we stand for LOVE all the way, this means we are loyal to all of God children who breath. We have tears abundant for all who need to forgive their parents and children please. Because a new Dawning is coming, to alleviate all this fuss, and make us be champions, who fight in the dust. Planting and rooting, to find the waters edge, there we are the heart of everything said. New stories are abundant to all that we say, and we are going on a journey, that leads us a way (in sacred flight, the souls dream). Into the hearts of those who need light, to bless all their darkness, sow shade will be right (from within the darkness the light is born)(by alleviating their plight, blessed by heaven, the soul's realm through the sacred walk). We are fighting for LOVE every day, including the LOVE of HEAVEN sent. Let us be warriors who stand for what is right, because we show mercy, and we have more love to show the way.

Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts united, we fight with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, the brotherhood)!
Aho Mi Familia (My Family),

Bowing to you all. I bless the Sacred Nine Streams and the Four Directions we do all sea. I bless myself to bless the world. I bless you to bless me.

~I wish you well, as you can tell. I love the spring-ness feeling around this time. I love the smell, it is sublime. Like when the bright sunshine hits the dew on a vine. Nothing but nothing gets better with time? Are you kidding me?! Oh, what a line. There's so much of life that's just like fine wine. The longer you wait, the better the taste. We're in no rush, we're not gonna bust. Aren't we learning to be the greatness of US? We will learn patience and how to love the 'all' of us. And won't things be better, when we learn how to trust? And when we learn to forgive and how not to give up?
I sea there's no worries, if in G-ah-d (God) we do trust. And i'm so happy and thankful that i caught the bus. But don't worry if you didn't, don't fret and don't fuss. It'll come back around and come pick you up. On the same road it went down, on it's way back from town. Just give it a minute to circle on back around.

In the meantime, why don't you dance? Or sing us a song. Or sit in a trance. [ :) Meditate ]. I love this life, as i know you dew too. Let's bee the greatness, like she asked us to do. Aho with the love born into you. Here comes the bus...lookey there....right on cue. Now i've got some blessings that i need to do. I send this with love, to each one of you, the brotherhood of the blue and all the colors in you.~

Love and Blessings, and pray for me too. Ask God to help me, dew what I need to do. Thank you.

Thunder Raging your Princess of Dawning
Violet child,
{ violet, aqua, magenta, gray: buffalo robe display}
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy,

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

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy Walk and Talk This Way!

We who walk the Red Road (law of love) Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy know that this law means; I walk towards. "I fight to unite broken hearts. I flow with the Blue Road, where my heart knows. I fight to stand up to grow, like a tree with a pole, my soul journeys down to green grass valleys, home of the buffalo roam." Welcome Home to evolution's awakening, the third rolling hill in time!

Our FLESH (luminous) walks with the breath over rainbow waves (tools of light or your four rainbow colors, earthly name).
Our SOUL (numinous) rides the storm (mission this life, heavenly name). We talk to and fro like a wave (songs from the heart) between the blue and red roads, like a snake purifying within. This music heals and joy is known. We journey the path of unity, where the yellow light glows and dreams do show out the perfect window. Welcome to the Dawning of Man!

Shame and blame are the past's game, and now we are onto a new frame, the vision of Oneness of heaven above (soul), where song's sing down below (flesh), rejoice I say, rejoice and play, while we learn to live a new way! Brotherhood here we come, let's hop, skip and play!

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