Twin Deer Mother and Blossoming Deer Petals

Twindeermother Whitebuffalocalfwoman

Twindeermother Whitebuffalocalfwoman: Relatives, we bow to the artist. Thank you for sharing your envisioning on the tree (of life). Twin Deer Mother (blue, Crystal Mother) and Blossoming Deer Petals (red, Rainbow Mother). Taos Blue Lake People, the Whale's cry and long for your returning to the oceans and seas, wakan (holy walking) with me. The Turtle leads the loving wake. No more trouble, only loving states. Love is the answer towards the wake. Come children stand up and shake. It's the holy ghost walking, the spiritual snake, the to and fro that really makes the perfect garden love could breath, when you are standing next to me. Love inside and love outside, the wonderful dance and singing pride. We are the people who will show the world, just how it's done and how to fulfill. The Whales and Cries, the songs in our eyes, have been calling for you all the nights. Have been calling for you all the daze (days). Loving waves. Singing and crying tears of pain, to make a great big stain, where painted pictures grow inside and dreaming awakens for every single light. I send forth the lands and seas to hold us close. It's time to bow down of course, the Rainbow Trail leads us North (towards the milky way, all the stars streaming together, nourished by HER LOVE). I bow today to bring heavenly waves. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the leaves (relatives on the tree of life). Twin Deer Mother does dance every moment a trance. Non-stop parade, celebrations under waves. We are propelled in our hearts. I await for all to begin and start. Blue Lake People, sing and dance with me. Blue Lake People, heaven's gallantly. Blue Lake People, I send my love to you. Twin Deer Mother bows to the love that lives inside of you!

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"When you trust your flesh, you lose your address (forgetting you are living in heaven). Trust your soul, the eternal nose (knows or bridge to your flesh, the wild wild west, where the sun does rise within). If you don't know who you are and don't know what you are doing, then know the Soul knows the way, true to yesterday (the eternal circle of life, repeats and grows)! White Buffalo calf Woman sings Twin Deer Mother brings

The Deer-dance at Taos

Gilbert Atencio (1930-19995) Wah Peen

Before sun-up on January sixth I sat in Taos Pueblo, watching the village come awake. A few thin blue lines of smoke rose from the chimney-pots, but there was no other sign of life. The mountain flanks were black with pines, cottonwood and aspens along the streams were white, and Pueblo Creek was coated thinly with ice. All around Taos are cultivated fields, and the two villages, facing each other across the creek, rise in tiers to a height of four or five stories--the tallest of the famous terraced pueblos.

A few dogs appeared scratching, and then men whom I took to be the Chiffonete. In blankets and moccasins they climbed down ladders from the houses, sometimes stopping at the stream to wash, sometimes going directly to the kivas with mysterious bundles of ceremonial things under their blankets. In Taos the kiva entrances are flush with the ground, boldly announced by the tall ladder-poles. Usually one man sat near the ladder, possibly a door-keeper. A little later women began to emerge from the houses, heavy-legged in buckskin boots, with long, full skirts and shawls of soft colors or black. They carried jars, or lard-pails, to the stream for water, they swept with bundles of grass, they carried from house to house the stiff carcasses of sheep, which would later feed the dancers.

Finally the newly elected governor stepped out on his house-top and called, urging all the dancers to go to church. Three gubernatorial calls, muezzen-like in the clear air, three peals of the mission bell, and the people began to drift toward the church. Moving softly, they made a brilliant pageant against the adobe church, with its whitewashed wall. All were wrapped in blankets, plain or striped, and falling in soft loops on the men and stiff cones on the women from their heads to their moccasined feet. The Catholic priest was not present, but his pagan congregation knelt reverently on the adobe floor and murmured responsive prayers to the Christian God before beginning their appeal to the gods of the hunt.

Holy Turtle Drum by Elk Good Water, Taos Pueblo

Chiffonete always appear for this dance, bare bodies painted in stripes, and their faces decorated evidently with much individual license in spirals, whorls, and concentric circles, also in black and white. On their heads they wear corn-husks, which make fine golden sprays above the chignon. They whoop and yell, always with the restrained musical call of the Indian; they rush up and down ladders and in and out of houses, bringing laughter wherever they go. In every house they are given presents, usually food. All day the Chiffonete run round, making "wise-cracks," shivering in the cold, and often yielding to the seductions of a shawl around the middle.

Soon after noon the dancers appear. First comes a group of men and women who perform the Corn-dance, which is a summer dance, but always suitable, since it is a prayer for growth. They dance in two facing rows, their feet shifting lightly, their hands moving up and down, all in perfect time to the chanting of a group of blanketed men who stamp solemnly ahead of them as they move across the plaza. The women carry bunches of feathers in one hand, evergreens in the other; the men have gourd rattles with which they emphasize the steady beat of the song. The costumes are brilliant, and Indian in feeling, though they are composed mostly of the silks and silkalines, ribbons and calicoes which can be bought in the stores. They dance several times, finally finishing in front of the church.

Gilbert Atencio (1930-19995) Wah Peen

Suddenly queer distant calls are heard, and beyond a broken adobe wall appears a long moving line of deer-antlers. At once the corn-dancers leave and the deer enter, fifty or sixty men and boys wrapped full-length in deer-hides. The heads are well preserved and the faces of the men are hardly noticeable as they move bent over sticks in their bands which make the animal's front legs. There is no color; with dun-colored bodies, horned heads, and weird cries they move like bemused creatures, coming among human beings and knowing themselves for the appointed sacrifice. Among the deer may be a few other animals; men stripped and painted black and wearing heavy buffalo heads; small boys wrapped in the skins of bobcats or coyotes; even tiny tots smothered under the feathers of a turkey. Very small boys walk hidden under the bent bodies of the men.

These costumes are probably an example of the most primitive type of mask: the use of the entire skin to transform the man into the animal and so, somehow, to trick the game into the path of the hunter. This dance as given in Taos today is as ancient as the earliest human efforts at sympathetic magic, and it leads, as we shall see later, to more highly symbolic and artistic versions of the same thing in other pueblos.

Two women lead, dignified figures wrapped in white buckskin robes, or sometimes in white sheets, wearing the usual white boots, their hair flowing down the back and feathered atop. At the nape of the neck hangs the breast of a duck. In one hand each woman carries pine twigs, in the other a gourd. At certain points in the dance each woman moves slowly down the line of waiting men, making sharp peremptory motions with the gourd. As she does this, each man drops to his knees. Returning, she makes a reverse gesture and the men rise. This perhaps typifies the call of the universal spirit of fertility, the usual significance of a woman figure in the Indian dances. They are treated with reverence, and during this figure the nonsense and the thieving of the Chiffonete are stopped.

When the men dance, the Chiffonete bound about, making jokes and, when they can, snatching a small child out of the group and carrying him away. Most of the boys like the fun; if a very small one yells, he is dropped at once. Usually the thief is caught readily by some man from the crowd of watchers, though sometimes the race is a thrilling one before the boy is rescued and returned to the dancing group. This pantomime suggests the legend of the dance.

Long ago, according to the legend, men and animals lived together and understood each other. They spoke the same language, and the animals knew that they must be sacrificed that their human brothers might live. This dance is an appeal to that old understanding. The Chiffonete who snatches a dancer away typifies the hunter who tries to kill the game. The man who saves him is the spirit which always protects the game. In the course of the dance a few Chiffonete get away with their captives, as a few deer must be killed in the course of the year. It is said that in hunting, the Taos Indians do not worry if they are seen by the game, for they know that if the dance has been properly performed, they will be permitted to kill what they need.

Sacred White Buffalo Four Directions by Elk Good Water, Taos Pueblo

The dance is performed several times, but it is soon over and the dancers withdraw to their kiva, still making queer animal-like calls.

In the evening children dance, going in groups from house to house. Each group gives a different dance, the whole thing being a matter of practicing for later and more serious ceremonies. Indian children learn to dance in such ways, following the grown-ups in serious ceremonies and giving dances of their own before the critical but kindly eyes of the elders. The end of the evening is likely to bring an adult group which dances vigorously some such dance as the Comanche dance. Everyone loves such a night, and every house which entertains the dancers is filled with eager friends and replete with hospitality and welcome. White visitors are well received.

Thank you http://www.sacred-texts.com/nam/sw/dg/dg04.htm. We bow.
To read more about Taos visit http://taos.org/art/historic-landmarks?/item/1/Taos-Pueblo

The iconic view of Taos Valley, as seen when entering from the south, includes Rio Grande Gorge and Taos Mountain. Photo by Jeremy Landau. Relatives I had a vision overlooking this as a tree. The tree moved with the Sun and it was so very slow gentle flowing. I was swimming in pure ecstasy. Had to call the Turtle to help save me. It was just way too much love for me to feel for a long duration. Yet, I learned about true love the trees and lands gift to us every single day. To and fro they sway to tell us a love story all the waves. Twin Deer Mother arrived home to play, praising every single day. To and fro, rocks that know, we are the Holy Cloud people ready to ride the sky!

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Rio Grande Bridge by Gak Stonn

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! Twin Deer Mother dances on the waves.

Dances with Buffaloes

by Suzanne Ruta

On Christmas Eve at Nambe, a small (population 650) American Indian village and sovereign Indian nation, 20 miles north of Santa Fe, the buffalo come out to dance by the light of a great bonfire. They come after evening Mass at the ancient St. Francis of Assisi church, and dance for just a little while before returning to the kiva, the underground ceremonial chamber, center of the pueblo's traditional religious life. With the buffalo come the deer, their horns circled with sprigs of fir, like candles in Advent wreaths, the antelope and a couple of Pueblo Indians dressed up as their old enemies, the Comanches, for comic relief. "Pueblo" is the Spanish word for village, and it is also used to describe the inhabitants. There are 19 of these villages — actually self-governing tribes or nations — encompassing 60,000 Pueblo Indians in New Mexico. The northern Rio Grande Pueblos arrived in the 14th century, after drought forced migration from the Four Corners area where their ancestors, known by their Navajo name, Anasazi, or Ancient Ones, built the great cities at Chaco Canyon and Mesa Verde. The New Mexico Pueblos speak three languages plus four dialects, as well as English. They work as farmers, government employees, Head Start teachers, and technicians at the Los Alamos National Laboratory. There are Pueblo doctors, lawyers, architects and of course artists. Pueblo jewelers and ceramicists sell their work over the Internet. Others work at the nine Pueblo gambling casinos. The casinos bring much needed income and (so far mostly low paying) jobs. But they are controversial. Joe Sando, a Pueblo historian, wonders who will teach the children to speak Keres, the southern Pueblos' language, if grandparents spend their afternoons at the casinos. In northern New Mexico, such worries may be premature. The old ceremonial life continues as in the past. On Christmas Day at sunrise, at Jemez and several other pueblos, the animals come down from the hills at sunrise. The buffaloes in great horned headdresses are accompanied by dainty buffalo ladies with their crowns of turkey or eagle or parrot feathers. The deer wear their bits of evergreen, as if bringing their mountain habitat right down into town. The animals dance again publicly on Jan. 6, Epiphany, or Three Kings Day, as it's called in New Mexico, following the Spanish custom, and throughout the winter months. Dance is central to life in the pueblos, and goes on year round. Summer in the high desert of northern New Mexico brings choral rain dances or corn dances, soothing and exhilarating. Winter, with a few exceptions, is the time for powerful, dramatic re-enactments of life and death among the animals, the birth of tragedy from the spirit of the hunt. When the Yale architectural historian Vincent Scully, in his passionate appreciation "Pueblo: Mountain, Village, Dance," called the pueblo dances "the most profound works of art yet produced on the American continent," it was primarily the winter dances he had in mind. If only one could get the dates straight. The rich mix of Roman Catholic and native traditions the Pueblos observe means that some dances fall on fixed dates in the liturgical year. Dances that correspond to saints' days or to the Christmas cycle are generally open to the public. After that, things get murky. Ask about winter dances at Santo Domingo Pueblo, in the dusty plain south of Santa Fe, and you run into the famous Pueblo reticence, in its most charming, offhand form: "We don't put out a schedule. We don't specify in advance. But if someone calls and no one answers the phone, they can be pretty sure something is happening. We won't be in the office." Or try to pin down the date, in late February, of the beautiful deer dance at San Juan Pueblo, up in Rio Arriba County, and you run into a studied vagueness. The trick is to remember that although they are great theater — mysterious, powerful, moving and often humorous — Pueblo dances are not performances. They are communal prayers, religious ceremonies, linked in ways that outsiders will never understand to seasonal ceremonies, initiations, rites of passage, fasts, and retreats that the Rio Grande Pueblos — with their 460 years of experience dodging Spanish and American coercion and curiosity — do not perform in public, but out of sight, in the kivas, or in villages closed to outsiders for the day. Still, you can probably see a Pueblo dance almost any week this winter. But leave cameras, tape recorders, video equipment, even sketchbooks at home. A handout from Jemez Pueblo's Walatowa Cultural Center actually forbids "unauthorized publication of information." Failure to comply can bring trouble. When Santa Fe's daily paper, The New Mexican (now under a different owner), ran aerial photographs of the corn dance at Santo Domingo Pueblo years ago, the pueblo sued the paper for violation of its privacy laws. The paper printed an apology, in terms dictated by the pueblo. Like few events in our media- ridden world, then, Pueblo dances will not be televised, much less Webcast in real time. They must be seen live. But for anyone who has the patience, the gumption and the winter underwear to spend several hours of a January day outdoors in quiet watchfulness, the existential rewards are great. For a city visitor, it's a spiritual exercise in itself to scale back to the right frame of mind. On my first trip to New Mexico some years ago during a pause in the dancing at Santo Domingo Pueblo, I waved excitedly to a new acquaintance across the plaza. When that venerable gentleman, who left Boston for the great Southwest in 1942, glowered and turned away, I began to get the point. On the dancing ground, the "middle heart place" between earth and sky, as it's called in the Tewa dialect, dancers and observers share a relaxed attentiveness and quiet absorption in the matter at hand. Taos pueblo, the northernmost of the Rio Grande pueblos, is five miles north of the town of Taos. Architecturally it is the most traditional, with its two old squared-off hives five stories tall (and now mostly uninhabited), and it can feel like a wild place in winter, backed up against its sacred mountains with the Great Plains just beyond. This may be the best place in the world to see the deer dance (on Christmas or Three Kings Day). "In a snowy downtrodden clearing between the adobe cliffs, on the backbone of a continent" as Frank Waters memorably sets the scene in his classic 1950 study, "Masked Gods," the large chorus of deer file in, accompanied by the beat of drums and old traditional chants in Tiwa, the native dialect of Taos and Picuris Pueblos. Exactly how old are the chants? They go back farther than anyone can remember, according to Rina Swentzell, a Santa Clara Pueblo writer who frequently interprets Pueblo culture for the outside world. The Taos deer dancers wear whole deerskins with the head attached, just like old-time deer hunters, who, historians report, dressed as living decoys, in order to lure deer into ambush. Once caught, the deer were wrestled to the ground and suffocated. Imagine killing deer in hand-to- hand combat! The Taos deer dance is remote human memory made visible, history on the hoof. This celebration of winter, the season that winnows the herds, is full of tragic pathos. Farther south, in the gentle folds of the Rio Grande Valley, in late February, with the sacred mountains at a more comfortable distance, the San Juan Pueblo deer boys are a dashing lot. In their blue bandannas and white store-bought shirts worn open at the neck, they look like the chorus from the ballet "Rodeo." Their openwork white mesh leggings, furred moccasins, profusion of belts, garters, fringes, pompoms, tassels, jangling bells make a stylized and witty statement of what it means to be a deer. The bits of white fluff (cotton, eagle down?) and greenery about their persons suggest that this dance has to do with the weather. Like Groundhog Day, it roots for a quick spring thaw. The kiva is one pole of Pueblo ceremonial life. The other is definitely the kitchen, as visitors often discover on dance days, when impromptu invitations to lunch are common. Two years ago at Jemez, a hospitable family invited a friend and me to lunch in their small house near the plaza. From the street we walked right into a small living room with a table set for 20. A bunch of Navajo school kids were quietly mopping up a late breakfast or an early lunch. They had driven clear across the state to see the Jemez corn dance and late fall market. When they had finished eating it was our turn to heap our plates from the many bowls and platters on the table, with red and green chili, beans, pozole, turkey, ham, cole slaw, syrupy-sweet bread pudding, pumpkin pie and Cool Whip. As we ate, members of the extended family arrived from Albuquerque and points east and joined us at the table. In the adjoining kitchen, the matriarchs, stalwart grandmothers and aunts, worked and joked nonstop. They held things together in the pueblo, one felt, the way the crust contains the filling of a pie. Most pueblos in northern New Mexico are open to visitors on ordinary days (when no dances or rituals are being held). They may charge admission; they may also permit photography in some parts of the village, for a fee. San Ildefonso, on Route 4, north of Santa Fe, is a great place to visit at any time. After the jumble of shops in downtown Santa Fe and the clutter of billboards on Route 285 North, it's a relief to reach spacious, scattered, undemanding San Ildefonso. Here is a city-state of fewer than a thousand people living on 26,000 acres right down the hill from Los Alamos National Laboratory. How does it keep its balance, living between two worlds? Does it have to do with the messy old cottonwood tree to one side of the plaza or with the clear, familiar profile due north of the Black Mesa, the beloved humpbacked volcanic mountain? Of course it has to do with memory. San Ildefonso knows where it came from. And you can go there, too. Head on up Route 4, across the Rio Grande at Otowi, toward Los Alamos. Watch for the cheerful wooden "Welcome to Los Alamos, the Atomic City" sign on your right. A few yards past that early cold war relic, park on the left side of the road, and you're at the foot of Tsankawi mesa, home to a perfect pueblo in the sky, where no one lives. Tsankawi was built in the 15th century by San Ildefonso ancestors driven out of the Four Corners area by severe drought. But the lure of the river proved irresistible. By the late 16th century they had moved down to a less arduous life, on the banks of the Rio Grande. Now Tsankawi is part of Bandelier National Monument, run by the National Park Service. (No trace here of the fire that savaged Bandelier last spring. The burned-out area lies eight miles to the east.) In their jokey big brotherly way, the rangers have studded the steep narrow trail to the mesa top with stern but friendly warning signs. But even in midwinter, with the odd patch of ice on the trail, the half-hour climb is manageable. You can put your feet right into the niches worn into the soft white volcanic rock by generations of soft-shoed Pueblos. I've been here with arthritic elderly aunts and world-class mountain climbers. Fifteen minutes up the trail you can stop at the first plateau and kneel beside the slight hollows in the stone where women knelt to grind corn way back when, or you can trek on another 15 minutes to the top of the long narrow butte, where the old multistory stonework complex has collapsed and gone to ground. But it's easy to tell where the dance floor would have been. Just look for the place where the mountains are at eye level all around. In one direction, the young, volcanic Jemez range; in the opposite direction, beyond a tender line of haze above the Rio Grande gorge, the jagged snowy profile of the Sangre de Cristo range; to another side, a sequence of pale pink mesas of volcanic tuff like this one, honeycombed with cozy, formerly inhabited caves. The difficult thing at Tsankawi is not climbing to the top of the mesa; it's finding a reason to come down again. Thank you Sister Suzanne Ruta for sharing. Your devoted Twin Deer Mother http://www.turtletrack.org/Issues00/Co12302000/CO_12302000_Dance_Buffalo.htm

Sing a song, and get along, to have joy in life, full of tears, because you know, the sacred flow is all we have to get us home! Dance all day, and learn to play, with all you do and think and say, because we need love to please, to open hearts and doors to be! Welcome all your relatives, into the heart of all your sin and say, "I love you this very day" and "I won't let you get away!". I will fight for love this day, I will fight to show the way, because I am here to love you dear, my heart that sheds so many tears. And when we hope to comfort folks, then we will be prepared to say, "Come pray with me, learn joy to speak, and song and dance will keep us in relief". Whisper song and let a breeze come home to know your knees, where prayer is your living sacred breeze! White Buffalo Calf Woman sings

Blue Rings Sound in the Wind

Relatives of the Rainbow,
Recognize this fact about a sound burst, it's waves go all around. The way you drop a rock into water, the waves move in a glory, meaning the ring is 360 degrees.

Sing in a circle to bring thine heart to where we wander through the arc. The rainbow does tell us a story true, bow down to the lesson, then treasure find you.



 
Impacts are wind created and sound vibrations (blue rings). This image shows how trees lay down in a directional placement, in ring shapes from the center.

Tell me a story how I had to bow to you, to show you my heart is true blue. Then I will remember that I did love you sow deep, my heart knows the merry gold (blue eternal ring that seeps).




In this image of St. Helen in Oregon, USA. You find that trees are laid out flat around the valleys and hills, but a wave on land, like a tidal wave in the ocean. These are blue rings.


We are learning to prepare for the blue rings of sound and water, the blue road of heavenly. By learning to allow a wave to flow through you, rather than thinking it can flow around you, one learns to travel safely in the time of the great migration upon us all.

This next image sent by Grandmother Upon the Hill (Dana). The blue (pink overlay) ring in the center is complete (360). Then red rings (two) attaches to the blue ring.


This is a time of pass over, however we pass over (arc) through the hearts of each other, through our rainbow colors. There is an arc, however the blue rings flow inside of you, rather than outside of you. It's like thinking the water flows inside the color doles. Like your blood that courses through your body, the blue road of winds, water and sound can flow on the inside of you.

Learning to allow and receive as well as have faith in one's greatness comes through understanding of the blue road. Below is an image of both blue and red rings. Each blue ring holds 12 red rings, just like the rainbow clan. We journey with our souls on the blue road. We flow on the red road, to act out our lessons, until real love is known, in order to flow through with the soul. Red rings move round and round, really moving no where. Light looks like it's moving, but ultimately moves back to where it started from. From dust to dust, the red road offers us musk (hard work and efforts in learning, labored).


On the blue road, the journey is heavenly, understanding lessons can be rolled over through the sacred arc, bowing. Learning to bow means one offers love and embraces others by being able to receive. The operative word, receive (the blue road).


A comet impact is only one way to see glory rings (360), on the blue road. Sound can have much devastation. Be sure to practice your forgiveness blessings, along with fire and water everyday, to ensure you can received the blue rings of the universe.



The red road is where paradise lives and where are dreams are enacted. The blue road ensures we journey through time, as we learn and experience life (growing up, personal evolution as well as worldly evolution, over four rolling hills in time). The red road carries us through time, with lessons. We learn when we are able to arc.

Blue hoops are always with an arc, for it's a 360 degrees or a circle, also called a glory. Look at this sonic boom!

FA/18 Compression Wave

As this FA/18 Super Hornet nears the sound barrier a huge compression wave forms as the moisture is forced from the air (a Prandtl-Glauert Singularity). Taken at Miramar Naval Air Station, San Diego. The rainbow is created by the condensation of water vapor droplets . This condensation is only created by a drop in local pressure. Condensation caused by the Prandtl-Glauert singularity can be seen in steady level flight usually at low altitude under humid conditions. by Gary Johnson

This whole article is a teaching about the blue road, the hoops of the universe, part of dreamspaces four directions. Blue rings, are heavenly breeze, the Sacred Song Blessings and all the world of changing tides. Each of us feel it. FEELING is part of the blue road, to hear the sounds around us. To become like sonar, to hear with your heart. Sing and vibrate your pipes. Use your voice and share your song.

We bow to our beloved relatives on the hoops. We bless the sacred nine directions, up, down, in, out, all around, left, right, forwards, backwards.
We bless water and fire, that they may shine together where heaven greets earth.

your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

On the road hear we flow to know solid, where the making of creation is leaking tears. I hold in my hands the soul that creates this shaking, the beloved tears roll. And all my love that blesses this world, come to share with the river of love. And you will find that is true, my heart leans on the blue, because you are there, next to me. I must lean on you, for this day. I will show my heart sow we can pave, the road ahead in time, to bring our hearts to bind, together once more, that's the love we share.  Can you feel the heart within my pane. I look out my world without shame, because I know I did grow, to learn of each rolling stone, to be near the treasures, that was you, my deep dark blue. Heaven come near me, I will hold your hands. Heaven come near me, I will understand. There is a rolling wave to flow, on top of where heaven knows, the place within me shines to say, God is Glory all the way. Come be faithful let us sing, to the blue ring.

Eternal my soul I dew marry. I bring my heart to this daze that I feel. I will twin my soul, to show the river of gold, where the blue comes to save my wretched soul. Yet, now, all those tears beget me, that shines a place that is wet near, the river of life, we had to kiss twice, the blue and the red come to me, let the fire feel the breeze. I bless the heart of heaven in me. I bless the heart of heaven in thee. And where we walk to the talking of the blue, where heavenly relatives live you. You are soul, the keeper of time. You are star, so bright, you only need chime. Let the winds blow through your heart and find that you know the arc. Bow with the breeze, love all your enemies, then you can find your waves, into the heavenly paved. Let us rejoice in love this day. Let us know about perfect graceful ways. Let us be gracious in all we do, to save the love with you. And let our hearts find the way, to bring in love that saves our daze, the dream we hold to lift our hands, to help us know the glory and the demands. We are hear to shine for you. We are near to carry you through. Let us be one place to share near, the heart that lives without fear. Come hold my hand. 

The making of what is shaking, the hands of time that lean on the winds. Come take a hold of your hands to gift love that demands, that we know wise, to let others preside. Come share our hearts in the real world, where the blue of the soul appears. Let rings in your heart shine forever. We are part of what we know near. Come show the laughter and sunshine. Come shine for you and for me. We are brothers and sisters who long to feel, the love that grows in our heels. Come and share our hearts together. Let us kneel and shine our praise. For heaven knows why, for all things collide to shine for the true, the heart of me and you. Come share this wave, all around we share the daze. 

The dream phase!

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums

wolf warrior holds the rings

Relatives of the Rainbow,
In this article shared below, the title contains the words psychopathy and sixth extinction. Psycho has to do with our minds and the word pathy is about disease and illness. Our world is looking for answers, yet find themselves changing as beings, as many souls start to awaken. Managing our awakening means we must find the blue road of heavenly virtues. All is being revealed in the "books of life".  WE are sharing our relativity, the rings that go all around, the eternal blue, the deep blue seas of me and you. We bow and bless to protect this nest. The sixth extinction really is based on the management of your blessings, because it's through your daily purification processes, will your heart remain free sailing in the wind of others. WE are each a crystalline stone (four colors or directions), rolling down the crystalline stone river (rainbow clan).

Awaken to the heart of the people, to your brother your sister, your neighbor. Care till they walk away from you. Stand your ground on love. Validate all sound echoed. It's love that rules the air. Take a breath and beam your heart with waves that flow all around.

your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman bowing with you, to show we are true.
love blossoming the view, elder crystal child, alightfromwithin.org
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

read more: http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/03/spokes-of-our-lives-sacred-circle.html

On Thu, Apr 12, 2012 at 12:21 PM, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com wrote:

Relatives,

This is only part of the article and there are many comments as well, however I included the details about comet impact upon our world.

The waves move in rings, this is the blue road. Learning to navigate the blue road, means allowing the waves of the red road to flow through you. This is not easy to do.

Being prepared for comet impacts is preparing for the winds to cleanse the world. Wind is the blue, part of the deep dark blue of heavenly. Only heavenly preparation can get you through these trying times.
How to weave to and fro is the great learning on the yellow road. Warriors in training look for collisions.
Pass over means one who can pass through the global events occurring to day, this year 2012 and survive. Change is upon this world. Evolution sings her song.

You know the trees laid this way also happened at Mt. St. Helen in Oregon, USA. After the blast, the trees laid exactly the same. A blast, moves in circles from the center to the edges. This is the blue rings. Preparing to move in the blue rings is a learning. This is the mighty winds that come to blow in the future. You cannot run from it, you can only stand in it. Learning how to stand inside the raging waves, only occurs with those who have practiced spiritual motion on the blue road. WE pray you learn to pray. WE pray you learn about the blue road of heaven's reign. WE pray that we save as many relatives that we can, for that day, many comets show their face.

Aho and over the rainbow, your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
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Tunguska, Psychopathy and the Sixth Extinction

Laura Knight-Jadczyk
Sott.net
Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:33 CDT

How the Tunguska object may have appeared.

One hundred and three years ago today, on the night of 30 June and 1 July, one of the most extraordinary events in modern history occurred.

The first reports of a strange glow in the sky came from across Europe. Shortly after midnight on 1 July 1908, Londoners were intrigued to see a pink phosphorescent night sky over the capital. People who had retired awoke confused as the strange pink glow shone into their bedrooms. The same ruddy luminescence was reported over Belgium. The skies over Germany were curiously said to be bright green, while the heavens over Scotland were of an incredible intense whiteness which tricked the wildlife into believing it was dawn. Birdsong started and cocks crowed - at two o'clock in the morning. The skies over Moscow were so bright, photographs were taken of the streets without using a magnesium flash. A captain on a ship on the River Volga said he could see vessels on the river two miles away by the uncanny astral light. One golf game in England almost went on until four in the morning under the nocturnal glow, and in the following week The Times of London was inundated with letters from readers from all over the United Kingdom to report the curious 'false dawn'. A woman in Huntingdon wrote that she had been able to read a book in her bedroom solely by the peculiar rosy light. There were hundreds of letters from people reporting identical lighting conditions that went on for weeks... (Tom Slemen)

None of the people witnessing this strange phenomenon had any idea that, in the central Siberian plateau, just after 7:15 a.m. local time, the planet had been hit by a cometary impactor that exploded - as most such impactors do - in the atmosphere just above the Earth's surface.

There was, of course, a great deal of comment about the strange, glowing sky in newspapers and scientific journals at the time. A theory was proposed that icy particles had somehow formed high in the atmosphere and were reflecting sunlight. Another theory suggested that a strange auroral disturbance was involved. The Danish astronomer Kohl pointed out that several very large meteors had recently been observed over Denmark and he suggested that comet dust in the high atmosphere might account for the phenomenon. He was getting close, but in general, there was no agreement as to what had happened.

An Irkutsk newspaper dated 2 July reported that, in a village more than 200 miles from the Tunguska river, peasants had seen a fireball brighter than the sun approach the ground, followed by a huge cloud of black smoke, a forked tongue of flame and a loud crash as if from gunfire.

All the villagers ran into the street in panic. The old women wept and everyone thought the end of the world was approaching.

Nearly 400 miles south-west of the explosion, at 7:17 a.m. on 30 June, a train driver on the Trans-Siberian express had to stop his train for fear of derailment due to the tremors and commotion. In towns 300 to 400 miles away, hurricane-like gusts rattled doors, windows and crockery. This was followed within minutes by shock waves which knocked down horses and hurled people working on boats into the river.

Over 550 miles to the south of the explosion, a seismograph in the city of Irkutsk near Lake Baikal, close to the Mongolian border, registered strong earth tremors.

Local Siberian newspapers carried stories of a fireball in the sky, and a fearful explosion, but by the autumn of 1908 these stories had died out, and they went unnoticed in St. Petersburg, Moscow and the West. The region was arguably one of the most inaccessible places on Earth, in the center of Siberia.

The closest observers of the explosion were reindeer herders asleep in their tents in several camps about 30 km from the site. They were blown into the air and knocked unconscious; one man blown into a tree later died of his injuries.

Early in the morning when everyone was asleep in the tent, it was blown up in the air along with its occupants. Some lost consciousness. When they regained consciousness, they heard a great deal of noise and saw the forest burning around them, much of it devastated.

The ground shook and incredibly prolonged roaring was heard. Everything round about was shrouded in smoke and fog from burning, falling trees. Eventually the noise died away and the wind dropped, but the forest went on burning. Many reindeer rushed away and were lost. [earthsci.org]

Thousands of reindeer, in the general area around ground zero, were killed. Many campsites and storage huts belonging to the herders that dotted the area were destroyed.

Rumors of an extraordinary event persisted, transmitted back by geologists and other researchers working in the area. These stories attracted the attention of a meteorite researcher, Leonard Kulik. But, it was not until 1927 that he could finally lead an expedition to the site of the 1908 explosion.

Kulik got off the Trans-Siberian railway at the Taishet station and on horse-drawn sledges they set off on an arduous three-day odyssey through 350 miles of ice and snow until he and his men reached the village of Kezhma, situated on the River Angara. At the village Kulik and his party of researchers replenished their supplies of food, then struggled on for a three-day journey across wild and unchartered areas of Siberia until they reached the log-cabin village of Vanavara on 25 March.

Kulik then tried to make headway through the untamed Siberian forests, or taiga as the Russians call it, but was forced to turn back after heavy snowdrifts almost froze the horses to death. For three days Kulik was forced to remain in the snow-bound village of Vanavara, but during this period he interviewed many of the Evenki hunters who had witnessed the Siberian fireball's arrival on this planet.

The tales of the sky being ripped open by a falling sun and of a great thunder shaking the ground made Kulik even more eager to penetrate the taiga to find his holy grail.

When the weather gradually improved, Kulik set out for the Tunguska Valley. When he finally reached the site of the mysterious explosion, he was almost speechless. From a ridge overlooking the scene, Kulik took out his notebook and scribbled down his first impressions of the damage wreaked by the cosmic vandal. Kulik wrote:

From our observation point no sign of forest can be seen, for everything has been devastated and burned, and around the edge of the dead area, the young, twenty-year-old forest growth has moved forward furiously, seeking sunshine and life. One has an uncanny feeling when one sees twenty to thirty-inch [thick] giant trees snapped across like twigs, and their tops hurled many yards away.

Aftermath of the Tunguska explosion

There were three further expeditions to the site of the Tunguska explosion, all of them headed by Kulik. In 1941, Hitler attacked Russia. The 58-year-old Leonid Kulik volunteered to defend Moscow, but was wounded by the Nazis. He was captured by German troops and thrown in a prison camp where he died from his wounds. [Tom Slemen]

The energy of the explosion has been calculated from the extent of the flattened forest and from the small pressure waves which arrived at the speed of sound and were recorded on barographs around the world including stations between Cambridge, 50 miles north of London, and Petersfield, 55 miles south. Interestingly, it took the meteorologists in England twenty years to make the connection between their records and the devastation in Tunguska. The wave trains were unlike any others which had been recorded up until that time but nowadays we know that they do resemble those obtained from a hydrogen bomb explosion. It seems that the impact had an energy of 30 to 40 megatons, the combined force of a few dozen ordinary hydrogen bombs.

According to John Baxter and Thomas Atkins, in their book The Fire Came By, the explosion resulted in an enormous "pillar of fire" and the blinding column was visible for hundreds of miles. The series of thunderous claps that followed could be heard for 500 miles or more.

The noise of the explosion deafened those close to the blast. Following that, a searingly hot thermal current from the fire in the sky raced across the forests. Tall conifers were scorched and ignited and the fires burned for days. Residents of Vanavara, a small trading post about forty miles distant, felt the fierce draft of heat. Some individuals there were flung into the air as the shock wave arrived; pieces of sod were gouged up, ceilings collapsed, and windows were shattered.

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Aftermath of the Tunguska explosion

As it happens, the date of fall, 30 June, corresponds to the passage of the Earth through the maximum of the Beta Taurid stream. From this and its trajectory, it appears that the Tunguska object was part of the Taurid complex. Probably the Earth passed through a swarm within the stream.

The scientific investigation undertaken by Kullik in 1927 revealed that near the center of the blast many of the trees were still standing upright, even though denuded of limbs and leaves. Further from ground zero the trees were blown down and seared, forming concentric circles with the bases of the trees all pointing in the direction of the center of the blast. All of this evidence pointed to the fact that the blast almost certainly occurred in mid air.

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This diagram shows the directions of the blast

The occurrence, this century, of an impact with the energy of a really big hydrogen bomb does give one pause. Had the incident occurred today, it would probably trigger World War Three. Just a few hours earlier or later and the impact could have been over a major city or urban area. But that didn't happen. As noted, it was twenty years before anyone really had an inkling of what DID happen. That was partly due to the fact that the Russians in 1908 were somewhat occupied with politics. The previous year, 1907, Czar Nicholas had found himself faced with revolutionaries being elected in large numbers to the newly created parliament - the Duma. The eventual revolution began in 1918. One might even say that the Tunguska event was a harbinger of things to come. And maybe in more ways than anybody thinks.

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This diagram shows the area of damage in Tunguska as compared to the size of Washington D.C.

Eighty-six years later, in July of 1994, there was another harbinger: the fragments of Comet Shoemaker-Levy struck Jupiter:

If they were able to brush Tunguska off as a fluke, scientists were not so easily able to put aside the spectacle of a whole string of comets hitting another planet in our solar system, one after the other, as the planet spun in space. In the same year, a book entitled Hazards due to Comets and Asteroids was published in reaction to this, then impending, event. The book is a collection of papers which I have referenced before in this series. One of the papers in that book says:

Our understanding of the history of Earth and its inhabitants is undergoing a radical change. The gradual processes of geologic change and evolution, it is now clear, are punctuated by natural catastrophes on a colossal scale - catastrophes resulting from collisions of large asteroids and comets with Earth. It is, to use the popular term, a "paradigm shift."

This "new catastrophism," is not unlike the revolutions brought about by the heliocentric solar system of Copernicus, or Darwinian evolution, or the big bang. In retrospect, such revolutionary ideas always seem obvious. On reading the Origin of Species, Thomas Huxley remarked simply: "Why didn't I think of that." Now, looking at the Moon, we find ourselves wondering why it took so long to ask whether the process that cratered its surface is still going on. (Robert L. Park of The American Physical Society, Lori B. Garver of the National Space Society and Terry Dawson, a staffer for the House Committee on Science, Technology, and Space working for the Committee's then Chairman, Rep. George Brown )

Let me repeat that most important remark:

Our understanding of the history of Earth and its inhabitants is undergoing a radical change. The gradual processes of geologic change and evolution, it is now clear, are punctuated by natural catastrophes on a colossal scale ...

That may be the understatement of the millennium.

It has been suggested by a number of researchers that the current "climate change" issues are actually due to the earth moving through cosmic dust clouds and that all the hoopla about global warming is simply a cover-up of this fact. Astrophysicist Victor Clube suggests that it is a cometary cosmic dust cloud, left over from the break-up of a giant comet that, for a long period of the Earth's history, threatened and bombarded our planet with unspeakably horrible, civilization destroying fragments, i.e. the progenitor of the Taurid stream, including the Tunguska comet. Clube also argues that these events were the basis for the formulation of humanity's ideas about the cosmos, god and religion and even astrology. Over time, as the giant comet spent most of its mass in its Titanic fury, dying away to occasional less than civilization destroying bombardments, our conceptions of gods changed; the reality was tossed out the window in favor of fairy tales for both science and religion, not to mention astrology. He writes:

Three thousand years ago, in accordance with age-old practice, the kings of Babylon were still employing astronomer-priests to give warnings of cosmic visitations. A thousand years ago, the emperors of China were still relying on similar skills, while in Europe the Pope saw messages in the sky and urged Holy War. But this latter was an aberration; for the last two and a half thousand years have seen the decline and fall of the sky gods, and the growing presumption that the cosmos is stable and regular. The shift of paradigm has been unconscious, convenient, insidious and thorough. Probably, the rediscovery of a lost tradition of celestial catastrophe could not have been made through analysis of ancient texts alone; a key had to be provided, and it has been, by the paraphernalia of modern science. It is a salutary lesson both on the capacity of human reasoning to get it wrong for long periods of time, and on the essential unity of knowledge.

It would be naïve to think, however, that one merely has to point to deep-seated cracks in the structure of modern knowledge to have scholars setting to and constructing a better framework within which mankind might plan his future. There is considerable intellectual capital invested in the status quo, enough to ensure that those with an interest in preserving it, the 'enlightened' and the 'established', will continue to present the cosmos to us in a suitably non-violent form. The history of ideas reveals that some will even go further and act as a kind of thought police, whipping potential deviants into line. For them, temporal power takes precedence over the fate of the species. (Clube, The Cosmic Winter)

This problem of the "status quo" and "thought police" is not a minor issue. In this series of articles that were kicked off by Mike Baillie's book New Light on the Black Death, we have repeatedly come face to face with the obvious fact that those in positions of power and authority lie to the masses of humanity as a rule rather than an exception.

http://www.sott.net/articles/show/160925-Tunguska-Psychopathy-and-the-Sixth-Extinction

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Awaken and Confused, Now What Do I Do? "I Ask For More Clues"

Beloved Running Deer, our Magic Heart of Belief,

Hopefully I find time to interpret all the within I do receive (for everyone, just like you feel, time is always an issue to bind us together and reflect upon all that's thine). And visions are important, to share with all of the leaves (relatives on the tree of life).  And we are coming to this distance, to find our hearts, that lie truth. But how do I (relatives true) embrace myself, when others just are looking away?  I know, it's time for entering the phase of light and dark, but now it's time for worshiping, every single night.

Get down on your knees and find out, that God is waiting in the wind. Just call and find your whisper, will hold you up (again), when you are thin (feel like you are holding on to a single strand, rather than a rope).  Give self, the mighty hand out, the soul, that can lift you up in the wind. Just feel the holler to let out, and give a rush to the wind. Each day, we must have blessings, to feel better again, because so many of us, are feeling life again. But still we are not making sacred vows, we do recall. And turning lessons into treasures are validations that ring. But how do we fumble around, and sing!

I give my soul to the whisper. I bless the spirits who come in. I continue to bless the fire, the water, that brings me most sin (the wind, spirits of everything, this is why you need blessings). But when I'm refreshed, with bathing my soul, with blessings of love, then all seems upright and favored, in God's eyes again (including meditation and resting, these are forms of reflection or stillness upon the waters, so you may look at self and the soul awaits these times, to receive, fill up and to know,be closer to God's Oneness or unity). And here I seek my lessons, God give me ears to hear and let it in. Receiving is God's call, the heaven, that let's love breath. I will embrace you forever, regardless of what you feel. And when you fall down off that mountain (blessed crystalline stone river), I will pick you up, to join in suicide (death of old habits, that bring you down, rather use blessings, bring you back to sound mind again), because it's time to clean up (sacred ceremonies), that doesn't want to collide (people don't want to change).

But now it's forever. Now it's eternal time. Now it's evolution, that is bringing us home this time.

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White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings!

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!

Rainbow Clan Relatives,
You will need your heavenly name and earthly name, to understand your mission in life (heavenly name) and tools of light (rainbow colors).  This  will guide you to fruition.  God led you home, to the Rainbow Clan.  Then you need to have a better understanding of evolution and how your soul transforms. We are moving from phase 2 of earth and light, to phase 3 heavenly dark and earthly light, merging as one space, heaven on earth.  This is the third rolling hill in time. I don't make things easy for people who don't know loving relationships, because we have to teach them how to stand up for their rights.  It feels uncomfortable for someone to receive Motherly attention, one who cares enough, to make demands, just like any "Woman in the Land".  You have relationships, that are loving and kind, bringing this to the lost clan, the Rainbow Clan. Be sure to share stories and support others.

Fruition comes when we join the great give-a-way and learn to receive each other. Turning lessons into treasures. This all starts in the process of trusting self. Learning to depend on self (soul), to bring forth a voice to God's reverberation (g_ah_d: utterance of heavenly transmission or the song voice, as this comes from heaven, your soul). We are all part of God's Oneness. One must purify the light (flesh), or rainbow colors, with fire, to be near the red road or law of love, in order to be able to know, who is pure of heart and who is not. Those who walk away, will be blessed later down their journey eventually. We can only send prayers and blessings with them. This journey of self discovery is what makes you a "Seeker".  Those who seek are those looking for truth to sever ignorance and to bring our world into a higher harmonious consciousness physically and a simpler consciousness spiritually.  Love is simple and it gets easier, the more we practice, like all good things in life, "We Fight to Unite Two Broken Hearts". Start to know, who is of pure heart and who is not, with blessings. Those who stay, will make the time, to play and embrace others with pure love.

It will be your responsibility to take your position, which will resonate within your lives, trusting self more and more. You will feel the truth come flowing towards you as you receive your sacred gifts. This means, you need to share, to experience true joy with the whole Oneness, including those who walk lost in their unhappiness, guided only by money.  We are changing to the great give-a-way and learning about the destruction process (purification) all to learn how to receive the Greatness of God in all things. To bring lessons homeward rather than push away (turn into treasures, when we walk towards). To embrace, to hold, to make into a treasure, this is the darkness of heaven, that's the heart's path, that guides us to last and last, the blue road, the heavenly path of our soul.

The way to transform, it to trust yourself. Don't ever deny your feelings and work through them, to finally be able to help others who are going through the same things. I get too many who come, but don't share their hearts. I will need you to share your hearts with others.  It's the way to move into our salvation, and to learn where true sanctuary is, when we walk and talk sacred and use the fire and water ceremonies to cleanse the world, the kingdom of God, our Oneness. We find peace within our lives once again, in a sea of those who are lost relatives.

Let us guide them home, to where all their sin, brings them tears of joy, when they forgive again. Teach them brotherhood. Make the world, feel like it should. Not two worlds, but one space, brotherhood and all it's grace.  Come and take my hand, sisterhood will demand, that law of love is understood, because we are here to feel like a hood (neighborhood, clan, united).  Now we should flow to the world, to make sure, they are coming home to feel their fill (receive the glory of God's treasures).  Learning that love is not easy street, but worth all and it's for keeps.  We are eternal lives, souls that know and survive. Let us join in our hearts, bringing home all lost parts. We are in need of prayer, to guide others home to pairs (soul and flesh), to unite in brotherhood, crossing rainbows like they should. Give us gifts both set of eyes*, vision with a heart, not a knife (physical damage rather than dividing and sharing).  And when my sight is rare, to find blossoms everywhere, then I know sacred comes to me, because I am finally free!

* one set of eyes we vision the world of paradise -light, flesh, red road-,
one set of eyes we envision the world of paradise -dark, soul, blue road-

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To start purification with fire blessings, start on this page. http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.org/blessingsandprayers/creatingsacredspace/walkabout This relieves the wind of others who are passers by, to eliminate impurities while in the home. Create sanctuary space and demand all bless their own space. Mother will know (she feels, heavenly dark space needs cleansing, I am upset, who is upset "I feel"). Father need show (he heals, hero who cleanses spiritual space, with fire blessings in the wind) how to glow (leading the physical world, man must teach the hero's action as well as play in the world of paradise). 

Fire blessings, relieve the light, upon earth.  To bring us back to the red road, the law of love.  Welcome into our hearts by joining us at Hoop 4.  Listen to Sacred Song Blessings and Articles About Evolution, all learning to become relatives like we truly are within our hearts. Join us and return home again, to sanctuary where blessings, bow like the rainbow, to receive the love of long lost relatives from all over this world.

Thank you Relatives for joining us to share our hearts with you!  Your devoted servants, Elders, Song of Heaven, Lisping Wise One, Grandfather Holy Spirit, White Buffalo Calf Woman, Holiness David and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy.  Welcome Home to the Kingdom of God!

Sep 22, 2010 Southern Season, our Song of Heaven wrote:

Hi Beloved Aida Running Deer,

I feel your heart and the struggle that does part

I know what you are going through

It is the way of a relative blue

Thank you for sharing your story

It can become your glory

When the heart is released

your soul will be pleased

Take the time that you need

connect with soul so that it will lead

To the door inside of you

And the light will shine upon you too

Blessed are the 9 Sacred directions within you

Bless yourself and others will help you to do

RIse the emotions inside

so that you can take the ride

Upon the wave you dwell

Blessed is the story that you tell

Blessed Be

Southern Season, Song of Heaven

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On Wed, Sep 22, 2010 at 1:05 AM, Holiness David wrote:
Hi Aida Running Dear,

I send you my love, patience and understanding.  Can you help us to learn a bit about you?  How many children do you have and what are their ages?  Are you married or a single mom?  Do you live in a busy area or in the country?  Do you like to read (a bible like JP suggested or a book on how to quiet the mind)?  I can suggest some books for you to read.  Sometimes when I read novel, I become so absorbed, it's like a escape.  It is good that you take naps when you feel tired.  Do NOT feel guilty for wanting to take a break.   Does anyone help you around the house: wash dishes or vacuum?

One book I am reading about yoga, describes the noisy mind as a reverie (daydream down the river).  Because there are a lot of thoughts going on in our minds all of the time, it is necessary to quiet the mind (meditate).  You can do this for few seconds or for few minutes.  You can meditate for a few seconds while at a traffic light (carefully) or doing the dishes (again, carefully).  It takes time and perseverance to learn how to meditate.  Do you ever get away for the weekend with someone or by yourself?  Everyone needs a break once in a while.

When the kids are disturbing you, tell them it's time for some quiet time.  They can learn to do this if you help them find things to do.  You might need to be firm with them about the quiet time.  They can study, read a book, play outside, etc.  

I have heard that parents allow their kids to stay up late during the week nights.  Younger people need to be in bed early so that you can have some time for yourself;  a child being up after 8 PM is not good for the child or for you.  Teenagers can stay up until 10 PM to do homework if needed, but that's all.  This is based on experience.

Above all, try to allow the peace and joy that God wills for you to enter your heart.  Here's some beautiful words for you: Be still and listen.

If you condemn yourself, you are regarding yourself as inadequate.  God gives you the power of greatness.  It's already there in you.  The awakened mind is one that knows its Source, its Self, its Holiness.

Light and joy and peace abide in you.
May you and everyone and everything in your home be blessed with God's love and our love,

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand

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On Tue, Sep 21, 2010 at 4:02 PM, Aida Running Deer, Your Magic Heart of Belief (aqua person)  wrote:

Namaste my beloved Relatives and White Buffalo Calf Woman,

I would first like to thank you White Buffalo Calf Woman (Twin Deer Mother) and those that helped with my Heart song as well as finding out my Earthly and Heavenly name. The songs were beautiful, and I still read them everyday to remind me of whats really in my heart as I sometimes doubt my heart, or perhaps my "ego" does. You have revealed my Earthly and Heavenly names to be Running Deer and Magic Heart of Belief. 


I would humbly and gracelessly ask for the interpretations of my names Relatives. I am not sure if it is you White Buffalo Calf Woman who offers this or another elder on the site, but either way this relative is asking.

I had also sent you a message White Buffalo Calf Woman on a dream that had be reoccurring for me over a weeks time about. You said that you had some info on it and would share it in a post, thank you, and you
may share any messages I send you on the hoops, I appreciate it.

On another note, This week has been a little difficult for me in controlling my emotions and really understanding where these feelings of doubt, fear and anxiety are coming from. The feeling that I am about to lose something or something is missing already. That I am not seeing exactly what I need to be doing, I am frustrated to say the least. As I said Relatives, my heart song was truly of my heart, I need a direction, a purpose that walks with the Red road. I sometimes feel overwhelmed with the problems of others, I forget to eat, I hardly sleep, I put my needs aside till they bottled so tight the pressure explodes. I feel as if I am selfish often times about wanting to take a nap when I am tired, or not wanting to get up and do the daily routine of cleaning the house, sometimes I just want to slack off, but I feel guilty I am not pulling my weight in my home. I feel guilty when I need a few hours of quite time away from my children. I love them dearly, but I am often stressed and need the peace. This is probably the guilt that hurts me most.

I also have this issue, lol, while I can understand peoples faults, we all have them we are all children growing into spiritual adults but I can be so hard on the people closest to me or actually anyone that isn't living to their
potential. To say the least I am obviously no where near complete but I'm working on it, in the mean time any advice in these matters I would gladly appreciate.

Namaste Relatives
Running Deer your Magic Heart of Belief
Aqua person, physical embrace
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Blessed Song I give to you, to know the Sacred Blue.  The home that we long to know true, the loving Blue (heart knowing relatives).  Where distance is just a call, when you need all that's water fall (tears) and spring will light up inside your heart to find the blue, red illumination's call (finding your spirit).  Aho, may your spirit fly in the blue, the heart of me and you! (hoop 3)

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Relatives who are confused,

Just writing to tell you what's true, poet, song, it's all a muse (clown, healer from heaven). And I came because I heard, a wonderful word, from your heart, that we did blurt.

Second time, I invite you to the hoops, because you could really really stoop, down to the rainbow, where there is a glow, where relatives, share our hearts like gold.

I will hear thee in the wind, but I shift now, because I have so much to do.  So you let me know, if you want to receive the bow, the blessings, that come through a song.

It's heaven, that near, we can't hide from this fear, sow we plant the seeds of love, along the way. But many don't understand, that darkness is our upper hand, the place, where heaven does glow, just bless and it's a sacred rainbow.

Learning what road, we choose, is a bust, because we all end up feeding our lust, but rainbow warriors, learn how to command, the sacred cosmic dust, we fight with love upon our hearts to understand.

Rainbow Warriors who are here to plan!

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 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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