The House of the Beloved Stands, the Star is Born to Lead Us into the Golden Land! Have to rock to and fro because the tree needs to grow. Come dance and sing with me .... for liberty!

Just singing in the wind. Just singing in the wind! What a wonderful feeling, I'm grinning again! I'm happy to bee hear, to listen to your fears, then dancing and singing will relieve our tears. Come let's sing in the wind. Feel merry again. It's a heart, that looks out for the wondrous things. Because you are here, feeling no more fear, as you send your song to the wind. Just singing in the wind!

"If Love is What a Mother gives, She Scolds You Till You Choose the Above (Heavens Law), the Love of Uniting Two Broken Hearts, That's What a Mother Does", says Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star our Father Red Hand.

Life is a Roller Coaster and Now I'm on a ride, over rolling hills again, and back to the place where I collide (dark and light). Heaven (dark) and Earth (light) come home to me and we will be getting along, where the sunset returns again, the place I call my home. Star is born (Morning Star), the light does shine, every single morn, and I have to open my heart, so I can get along. There is a kingdom out there, the place of paradise, and we are going home right now, if we can only collide (soul and flesh). Be my heart and walk with me, be the rising sun, have the place of wonder in the wishing land. Singing to your heart, White Buffalo Calf Woman is finally home at last! Ask for blessings, come receive the greatest you have known, there is promise everywhere, just you look and sea, the heart of wisdom knows the place, the heart that can conceive.

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Blue Lake Taos New Mexico

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Ornos, where the people of Taos Pueblo bake their bread.jpg

"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)!

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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!

Friday, February 14, 2014

Twin Deer Mother and Blossoming Deer Petals

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!

Twindeermother Whitebuffalocalfwoman 
changed her cover photo.
"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.

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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

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

Sunday, August 26, 2012

How to Have Peaceful Relations with Relatives of the Rainbow!

Relatives at the Circle, Hoops and Beloved Brother Stephen
There are many more chakras or gogi (nervous system plexus)

Inline response sa: for Stephen Anderson and cw: White Buffalo Calf Woman.
Aho and over the rainbow we flow!

sa: Stephen Anderson 9:53pm Aug 22
To White Buffalo CalfWoman;
I bow to you and all our rainbow relations, past, present and yet to come.
Many blessings and greetings from the Tiwi islands.

cw: White Buffalo Calf Woman 4:24am Aug 26
Beloved Brother Stephen, I bow and send blessings from California. I am the crystal child. And you are what color? Don't forget to ask for your four directions in rainbow colors Brother, to learn about your GREATNESS and POWER.

 sa: Hear my prayer
Forgive my rudeness in neglecting to address the circle, also in giving my name to which I have some inquiry.

cw: Listening, but not sure what your prayer is (asking), thus I will listen with my heart. Always forgiven, but still want you to share your heart at the circle as well. You have an inquiry to a name meaning? Send it along at the circle and we can look into it's interpretation and meaning. All names (birth, nicknames, given names, etc.) support the great name, that is written on your book of life.

sa: I have the privelage to work with Australia's first nations peoples in the spirit of reconciliation aware this is an ongoing process and not simply a point of arrival. A recent first visit to the US with a senior Indigenous female artist (elder), culminated in a visit to a Pow Wow in Taos where she was heartily received to perform in the seven sisters dance.

cw: To me, Australia's First Nations are the black/blue mother nation, like those of Africa. Much different than the Native Americans, who are red twin child nation. This means you as a white man, father nation is assisting the mother nation, the black/blue indigenous tribes of the Island Australia. Mother teaches us to walk with our hearts. Father (white hoop) is learning to return to the great circle to mother and children (blue, red, yellow hoops). You were in Taos! Yes, I hear she was received to a seven sisters dance. With other tribes? Or a performance for that tribe (a sharing). You know Taos New Mexico is one of the holy poles, the ordained Blue Lake People. This is the Name, Twin Deer Mother, and a story of two deer mothers who journey on the great circle. This is the name they call me (Twin Deer Mother), thus they are the "WALKERS (Blue Lake People, with Her Holiness Looks Back, Chief)". Look, the Mother Nation (Australia's First Nation) is the "teacher of the walking" of the heart. Ah, how sweet. You see, Mom is teaching one of her Kids about the dance (Seven Sisters, a dance about a realm, a place)!

sa: I have the responsibility to talk to artists stories on their behalf and feel somewhat anxious when doing so. As a white man I have addressed and to continue to address the concept of binary opposition regarding the 'black and white' thing.

cw: Talking with our Sister Climbing Star recently, Holiness David Running Eagle peeped out, "the meek shall inherit the earth", because she was saying she was shy. He said, she was okay, he was shy too."  Your feeling anxious is the wind. It is not blessed enough and it's a constant struggle to attain spiritual cleanliness, especially with the black and red peoples. There is much hatred and unforgiveness. This second orange phase of evolution we depart soon, means the Mother (tears of blue) and the Seed (fire's red) where not known or shown, because it lied inside us, like a seed planted, but not yet grown. We are entering and preparing for the third yellow phase of evolution, where the rooted soul is exposed. All is revealed. This means the blue and the red hoop peoples will reign, because they represent the heavenly darkness, that only need purify to shine within, a light from within. These will bow and expose their hearts, validate and share blessings and all their knowledge at the great circle, including those unseen (soon to be seen for many, now more and more aware, we intersect light, as the twin suns migrate closer together, sow does our soul and flesh, unite together, beginning to harmonize with each other. it's the only way to survive, with an increasing need for spiritual development, the law is love. We fight for the sacred blessing and the sacred bow, then the rain and tears from above, flow down to below where the crystalline stone trail leads, to the to and fro, where the river shows (zig zag pattern).

cw: You said, "the concept of binary opposition regarding the 'black and white' thing." I say, "the concept is unity regarding the black and white thing."

cw: Without realizing, you and others around you are stuck on the red road, wheels turning but going nowhere. This is binary opposition. There is no opposition in unity and using intelligence does not equate to happiness on the red road. You receive all that is needed to be heard on the blue road. But when we continually repeat the lesson, this is all the red road opposition or polarity, where the law of love hits you right in the face, meaning lessons and more lessons. This repeating is opposition, because someone doesn't want to bow down to love's calling, then we remain separated, when our hearts so very much want to be together, to dream together.

cw: So, how to handle this? You start on the blue road. Think of it this way. If you walk around in a circle, you are on the red road, you think and react. If you beam out like a song, in all directions, a wave is sent out from your heart. This is the blue road where stillness and reflection, allows and receives. You have to receive what comes at you, through validation or story telling. Just repeat what is said and that's it. You become the echo and this is the wave you want to ride. Their words "Voice of God" have a place, regardless of the emotional context. Learning to validate pain and suffering means you have to start practicing now with little things. After awhile, you learn to validate as a matter of fact even in the heart of an emotional battle. Love hears, receives, this is the law of love. This is the blue road. One must start here to follow the law of love, bow and receive one another on the great circle of the heart and it's beat.

sa: Rather than be drawn into this dualistic debate I represent in essence the spectrum of the creators infinite potential that is embodied in both real and symbolic terms.....The Rainbow.

cw: It is good you have guided them towards opening up to all fields/spaces. You have to realize it's a collision and we must learn to deal with collision of heaven (heart) with earth (mind). Talking and reaching towards the Rainbow is a constant yearning even for those who don't understand, but seek to understand. Thus the seekers journey and those who are stuck on the red road, lessons and more lessons, find a singular point of view, rather than unifying it with others. There are more power in numbers for sure, however we must choose who stands near you, will they offer you spiritual strength and compassion, through the sacred bow. To understand the Rainbow Clan, one must understand the rainbow colors, their gifts and their powers. The rainbow is a bow, a promise, the arc of the covenant. You want to understand the rainbow family, then you must ask for your four sacred rainbow colors from me. Then start learning about all the rainbow colors and paying attention, because you will after awhile, recognize behavior of our relatives. And understanding our relatives helps us to get along. We are four colors, blue/black (Mother Nation), red (Twin Child Nation), yellow (Child Nation) and white (Father Nation). There is what we call the north and south poles, golden (northern penisula) and brown (southern island). They are where all is folding the streaming through nine directions. What contains are the four walls of colors, we call the buffalo robe. This tells us what color we are, how we have our perspective and duty in the Oneness of God's Unity, at the great circle. But the way, the rainbow is sometime seen with two rainbows (seen and often unseen reflection), think of this as a reflection or folding of light. Two rainbows equals a circle. This unity is the glory we all seek.

cw: Once you follow the law (1st. bow on the blue road and received through validation, the echo), you can tell them what you think (2nd. red road). If there are still stuck in opposition: The fight is on to unite broken hearts, stand your ground on this principle, the law is love, the sacred bow at the great circle. The rainbow brings to us the promise of the ark (sailing free, understanding liberty) of the covenant.

  • A: Demand they do blessings, fire and water, forgiveness blessings. note: ask for an elder to gift a prayer for everyone. you can gift a prayer for everyone, anytime you feel the need, trust your heart.
  • B: Demand they do constant prayers. 
  • C: Demand we are fighting to be together, not fighting to be apart. 
  • D: We come towards the circle and the only thing anyone can ask of anyone else is the sacred blessing. Ask/demand this, "I bless the sacred nine streams". 
  • E: If they won't, you will. Then you begin and bless, "I bless the sacred nine streams". And make sure you use fire, smudge, sun, star, but must have a true fire containing all rainbow colors. Many spiritual beings will flee and so will many physical beings. Who is left standing are those willing to be blessed, bow to the sacred cleansing, like taking a bath with water and burn our growing fields. We purify now with fire and water spiritually, to cleanse our buffalo robe (holy temple) and our spaces (nine streams), this is where the winds, the smoke and the breath of life is the sacred dew/cling two. A fierce warrior will take them down to the ground, until purification takes place, but this takes some warrior training to understand the ability of the power of love. You will find, women are better at this type of love, because they do the to and fro or swanker/swagger or watch her walk, those hips move to and fro. This also happens in her (soul) mind, moving from the right to left and back again in the hemispheres of her brain, thus moving from blue and red road, creating dreams (yellow road) to come true for the whole family. 
  • F: 1-9, this is math proof of the rainbow clan. The rainbow clan is based on this perfection. There are nine streams. And when you bless nine streams, you cover the entire spaces or flowings. I use one image for my profile which is a blue circle with a red inner circle, then yellow strands connecting the two. There are nine streams shown in that image. A Great Spirit Father Walking Soul said, "nine streams and four directions". So I have added this, to include the walls that unite us all, the sacred four directions in rainbow colors, our buffalo robe or holy temple, which houses our soul. 9 (magenta, the rainbow bridge) and 4 (green, the spiritual valley) equals 13 (golden, brotherhood). If you at least bless the nine streaming, all is blessed in your space. 

sa: Having crossed the conceptual line my fear is gently dissolved by a long forgotten child of beauty, that is love.

cw: I would say the conceptual line for you is a dreaming. You help them to dream the dream, to look for love in the world today. Yes, this helps them. It's their own participation of blessing, which will help them find that lost forgotten child of beauty, the soul within that receives love from others.

sa: A hawk visited upon my return from work yesterday, indeed now is a time of quickening in my spiritual development.

cw: Hawks are the Mother of the Eagle (an eagle is a hawk species). the Eagle is holy. The Hawk is heavenly. Heaven is dark space, but only known, when purified, cleansed infront of our eyes. This is why Grandfather Standing By Me, felt better after hearing the sacred song blessing "Wash Me Clean With My Tears" She said, "Greetings White Buffalo Calf Woman, This is a wonderful song that I feel was directed right into my heart! Thank you - LOVE and Dreams Grandfather (Helen) Standing By Me ♥". The Hawk is heavenly, just like Grandfathers, the white star child. They bring the humble bow to the world, including all spiritual beings, simply meaning cosmic dust, the illumination of rays. All things seen and unseen, not matter how big or small, all have four sacred rainbow colors as a buffalo robe. What is unseen, often heavenly, woman, twin child, south, the valley, the crystalline stone river is feared, because it's dark. The Hawk is mostly speaking about the most unseen, Grandmother the gray child, the most honored, because she always embraces all including the cosmic dust. To sea (with many eyes, like Grandmother does), to envision, one must cleanse their buffalo robes with purification. By the way, all seen things carry a gray color, in order to be weaved into dreamspace and to radiate or reflect light. Light is born in the dark, however it's the weaving in and out of light and dark, that gray appears. This story is of the spider with many lenses or eyes, like our recent wasp image of their crystalline eyes. But often our lenses are not clean, we must cleanse with purification techniques (prayers, blessings, spirit dance). Blessings cleanse the wind, our hearts and will then heal the garden of paradise, Mother Earth. The four walls, the four directions are busy traffic areas, we share, like a freeway. This unseen place, the valley (green) holds the reality or dream space together. The hawk is much like this, often unseen, yet bringing to us heavenly knowledge. We await, as you said, a quickening in spiritual development. Realize my Brother, this same quickening is upon us all. We are going through this together and many are lost or exclaiming, but often don't understand their dreams. This is why we must share at the circle, for each carry a piece of the puzzle to the whole dreaming we share together, not one over the other so many are quick to return towards on the red road of intelligence. It's not who is right or wrong, but about who is going to share, all is rare (a gift, a jewel, a present).

sa:  Aware that it is ones actions that define ones character, I have had difficulty in taking a spiritual name. I have received names in an adoption process from my indigenous families. This is my connection to mother earth and grandfather sky.

cw: Actually, this concept "Aware that it is ones actions that define ones character" is very much the way descriptive names are given. Without realizing, they (name gifter) are often describing your rainbow colors. The great name, which is written on your book of life, can only be given by a crystal child. It's a simple song. However I feel it's an honor to receive and those who share and gift through warrior training, will be gifted their names. However at times, if someone really needs a name, I will gift part of their great name and at sometimes, it just pops out at me. But for the most part, the Great Name includes your Mission (first, blue road) your Tools of Light to accomplish that mission (second, red road) and if you are lucky (third, yellow road), your Dream. The Great Name gifts your mission, your ability (descriptive name) and your dream. Many First Nation peoples try or attempt to give the second name. I have seen the name describe their buffalo robe, but without the mission name, it's hard to understand self in all the confusion. The GREAT NAME, tells us our course, we know and feel towards. All other names, including nick names, support the great name. So my beloved, why don't you share all the names you have been gifted and we can interpret them together and understand more about you. And what about your christian name, "Stephen Anderson". These too will support the great name.

sa: My Eurocentric geneology Russian, French Canadian, Irish, Scottish (truly of the rainbow) has been difficult to integrate given the foundation of colonization and the ongoing state of lateral violence existent for the colonized.

cw: It's interesting that Australia talk about violence as lateral. This means it moves outwardly. What we need to dew or cling to, is move inwardly. All this collision often takes us to aloneness, but if shared we could collide together. If you really want to drive the force of love into spaces, one must cleanse and purify it. There is not enough blessings and prayers going on daily. I tell warriors at least 8-12 times a day. It's not easy, to get the world to also bless this way, but this is the wave, the only wave we can ride to freedom. Expose and know, otherwise explode and divide. We best collide with open eyes. Validate all the chide. 

cw: Here you say, "Russian, French Canadian, Irish, Scottish, truly rainbow". But what I see is a white man, the father nation, who must learn to come back to the great circle. I can see you are truly making an attempt at this, meaning returning to the rainbow (four hoops, blue, red, yellow, white). This is the very role of the Father Nation in this day in age need to dew, cling to, as we slumber into the third rolling hill in time, the yellow phase of evolution, when our soul greet our flesh and we are swept into elation of love, joy and laughter, because tears are what make us heavenly relatives on the tree. Thank you for dewing your part and helping this happen for those near you. Think globally, act locally, eh.

sa: It seems I am a servant to the truth of what is and therefore find comfort through relationship with my Rainbow Warrior family. Walking the red road toward unity we truly live in interesting times.

cw: There are many groups out there, people claiming to be Rainbow Warriors, but they don't have the foggiest notion of the "Buffalo Robe", the sacred four directions in rainbow colors. A true warrior knows one law, LOVE. Anyone going around saying or filling us up with laws or articles of rules, doesn't know the LAW, the sacred bow. A spiritual warrior bows is meek and only fierce for love's sake, to unite not oppose. Those claiming to be Rainbow Warriors, use intelligence to define their way, because they don't know the blue road way, heavenly virtues from the heart that sings. And walking on the red road is not unity, but most of the time separation and division. The red road is the law of love, where lessons and more lessons pile up on our souls. Most don't even understand the red road or it's meaning. You can tell them this now. The red road is where the law of love is known. If you don't bow to love you get to repeat, so forgive. Starting out on the red road is a default mechanism (tears of pain and sorrow, even violence). We start out on the blue road (tears of joy, dancing, blessings, singing) we become story tellers, validators, those with heavenly virtues of spiritual warriorship. I am the only person in the world in these times, who can confirm and validate rainbow colors (four sacred directions). But soon, all the crystal children will gift this to the world, approxiamately one out of fifteen people. All of us will know our relatives, our roles and our mission, for it's a dawning of mankind, where prophecy has us dreaming for a better world. And all you learn from our circle with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, you can share with other circles. We will join the hoops together, yes, when we start on the blue road and cross the red road, then unity will be harmony, the tune of the birds in the trees, so sweet complete.

sa: I pray for clarity and gentleness in the process of working and walking with others collaboratively toward mutually beneficial outcomes.

cw: Brother Stephen, start by asking for your four rainbow colors (buffalo robe) to understand self. Share your names to get an interpretation (supporting great name, work towards getting on the hoops with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy). Ask for a Sacred Song Blessing to hear your heart's song. Start to learn about the Rainbow Clan, literally by understanding each rainbow color, virtues and needs. Ask questions often. Realize, that it's not always gentle, that love is hard work and we must fight to maintain it's footing and hold over us (the law of love). Walking towards, this is what Taos means. And this is the hardest thing to do for most to walk towards any conflict. Learning to validate each other, helps guide us to overcome our fears. As we open up, we learn that the great circle will say to us, "relatives of the rainbow clan, really do love me".  These are the meek who shall inherit the world, the doves who seek peaceful relations and fight for it's right to have peaceful relations, through the law of love.

sa: I bow; ready, willing and able in the service of love.
Stephen Anderson

cw: Aho my Brother Stephen Anderson (crown of brotherhood-mankind), I bow and bless the sacred nine streams and four directions. your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder christal/pearl/diamond child (buffalo robe: crystal, yellow, green, gray),, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Ghost Walk  (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon. 
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child. 
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal) 

 "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)!

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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!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Past, Present, Future our Evolution with Relatives

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Image 1: Rolling Hills Collide
Zev MoonDawg Atomz said, "It was she who opened my eyes all, three, seeing the future present and past.... June 25 at 4:19pm

Lakshmi Lo said, "In Honor of Our Warriors, past, present and future: I say to Them and Their Descendents: Namaste, Beloveds. Peace, Blessings, Love, Light Be With You Always. And So Be It. May 28 at 2:12pm

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Relatives on the Circle, Wanted to share the meaning of what these two statements say about our evolutionary period. There are four rolling hills in time. I will add an image to share, however, we are right in the middle. WE are at the end of the orange rolling hill in time or the second evolutionary period. WE enter the third phase of time soon. Now, each period helps us to achieve knowledge or awareness. We are moving up side of a wave.

Third phase we move down side of the sine wave. We will be entering the galactical equator, meaning our position will shift in the galaxy. What we think as up is North will change perspective to South. Many Indigo children our great prophets predicted this many many years ago. Now all grown up, these children are disillusioned by humanity's inability to see the perfection (true vision of the dark space, only indigo color has this power, one note for them, if you can't see it clearly move over to the right or left, like peering around a building).

Now back to our subject at hand. Even though, we change perspective does not actually mean our poles will literally shift, it will be our perspective of outer space (actually inner space, reflecting back at us) that will change, south will be up and north will be down, when we clear the galactical equator. When we move to the down side, into the valley, the crystalline stone river flows, this needs spiritual development, we will twin our selves, our soul and flesh will echo self, united together. As we become sacred beings, we cultivate a new period in time, the third yellow rolling hill. Yet, it's all about even ahead of this on the fourth hill, heavenly bliss. Fourth phase, what is earthly power, will shift to heavenly power. Many will not be aligned with self again, as we are today.

Now to perspective again, once on the red road, existing, creating fire, chemicals did preside in the first phase, the red rolling hill, to the second orange rolling hill in time, all seem hidden inside, all darkness was evil not controlled, thus man had to cultivate awareness and faith. He walked until he could learn to be a renegade, to be at the top of the hill, to plant his prayer cloth, to fly freedom four our lives. This was a physical endevour, the strong survive.

We are learning now, to go to the other side, where all the darkness is heavenly. And to navigate, to have power, one must learn to collide successfully, because heavenly the south pole, woman (heavenly heart) will reign the world. She will put order to all chaos uncontrolled. Her power unseen will beam from within, for she represents all the souls.
Image 2: Evolution
1. First phase of time, red rolling hill in time. Create world, make red road appear.
2. Second phase of time, orange rolling hill in time. Let the seed grow in the darkness unknown. This period of time we depart soon. A Light From Within is born soon, ready to explode and grow. So many are having visions and dreams, awaking.
3. Third phase of time, the yellow rolling hill in time. Dreaming about our lives, all becomes the brotherhood run, man is learning to bee KIND (mankind).
4. Fourth phase of time, the green rolling hill in time. Spiritual fitness turns, must look for the physical again. No water, no tears, no fruition.

We stand on the pinnacle of time, between all the four rolling hills. We stand at the top of the hill physically. We learn to share at the circle spiritually, developing warriorship skills, throne (ring) to brotherhood. WE are between in time, looking back, standing hear/here and looking forwards in time. This is the greatest time ever to bee, part of this great dream. Waking up to the knowledge of the seeds struggle to be born. and now we are awakening to born within, a shining soul that is bright, our hearts delight, true love on the blue road of heavenly virtues, brotherhood dawns at our feet.

In the three is brotherhood on our knees, we walk towards each other in the humble bow. There are three rivers, blue, red, yellow in the world, and all colors come to share. You know today, I had to write about White Buffalo Calf Woman Fraud. I haven't written to her yet, but I will share with her as well. But I thought, I should look at her colors. You see, her colors were grand, she simply did not understand her vision of me, and thought it could be she. Because, her rainbow colors are blue, yellow, magenta (red robe) (we all share the fourth unseen gray, but for our purposes to shine the three rivers, the three). Her "buffalo hide" or four directions in rainbow colors are the three rivers, blue, yellow, red-robe (magenta-rainbow bridge). And these three colors, make up all the colors of the rainbow seen and unseen. That's it's folks, only three colors make up our entire universe.

Blue is our heavenly soul, where sound waves flow.
Red is the earthly flesh, where the light waves flow.
Yellow is the dreamer (walking talking, wakan tankan, great spirit) grows.

Yellow is created or known, only when the blue road soul crosses the red road flesh.
When we cultivate our heavenly soul to have spiritual strength, we prepare for this fitness. When we cultivate for our earthly flesh to have physical strength, we prepare for this fitness. When we twin, run together soul and flesh, echo each other reflect to self to each other. WE are dreaming together with others. We realize we are not alone. We are ONENESS.

Here we stand. Hear we stand. To BEE (dream impossible dreams for the queen, heavenly steams, sacred clouds, walk abouts) the greatest dream, before, present (great gift with a bow) and after. To be able to vision this space in time, we must only learn to bind, with all our brothers and sisters out there, for heavenly is about to get aware. Let all our souls reside, to make amends prescribe, the healing walking we dew, when we cling to me and you. Let the circle be where the dreamer walks towards, to get the counsel he needs to share in everything. Then we will become the wise in knowing all that is prescribed, all will care about me, I will have no enemies.

your devoted servant, Whitebuffalocalfwoman Twindeermother, elder crystal child (crystal, yellow, green, gray, my buffalo hide, my four directions, in rainbow colors, just like everyone has, even molecules of dust, we shed. Beaming love and light of the rainbow, in order we can collide with the dark, may your inner light spark and purify the warrior who is learning to be fit, heavenly will keep her nest purified. Love is the law, we walk tall (be proud).

Addendum Images Included on this Post:

image: Evolution (image 2)

Image 2: Evolution 

Relatives, Zev MoonDawg Atomz said, "It was she who opened my eyes all, three, seeing the future present and past.... June 25 at 4:19pm. This post is within the week, refer to link. Aho and over the Rainbow we flow! White Buffalo Calf Woman on the glow... ps. We are at the western shore. Start from the east move down, counterclockwise, our ascending has arrived, at the western shore. The Great Chief of the Sioux (Spirit of the Lake People), Holiness Ascended Man (Arvol Looking Horse, stands upon the mountain) sits in honor in the west, where the open door is the east. The sun peers in and touch the ground. This place is the most honored, because we ascend to be birthed into paradise, our earthly realm aware of the rainbow colors journey together. The fire begins or births from the east, we arise from the darkness, now hoop blue/black (e to s, red rolling hill in time) and hoop red (s to w, orange rolling hill in time), have emerged from the darkness to find the light, our heavenly light within. Now, our souls are descending, clockwise. This is time, the great journey of our souls. Both directions we join to meet together on the western shore. We rise up, we fall down. We spin all around, we confound, with literally every action we place, because it's a Dream for Heaven's sake. Yes, and it's half way between, the greatest you ever dreamed. it's time to be aware, heaven is always near, now our souls are peaking out, to live in slumber of life, to lie down next to our hearts. This image describes all of time. We enter the third rolling hill in time, very very soon. We are in spiritual preparation. This is why many elders around the world are saying if you see the blue star (twin sun) in the sky, then it will be too late. Now is the time to be spiritual, learning the skills of a trained warrior. You are walking and talking with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, who know our relatives by their rainbow colors, often understanding our relatives before they even dew or cling too. WE are related to the fields around us all. Blessings to all the doves, who fight for freedom in peaceful means, because LOVE is the power of all that defeats the heathen who won't fall. Our warriors down, need our LOVE. White Buffalo Calf Woman wears the shawl (prayer cloth).

image: Rolling Hills Collide (image 1)
Image 1: Rolling Hills Collide 

Pte San Win Wbcw 
Relatives, Lakshmi Lo said, "In Honor of Our Warriors, past, present and future: I say to Them and Their Descendents: Namaste, Beloveds. Peace, Blessings, Love, Light Be With You Always. And So Be It. May 28 at 2:12pm" This post is within the week, refer to link. Aho and over the Rainbow we flow! White Buffalo Calf Woman on the glow... ps. Now if you look at the orange rolling hill image to your left, you find our stars are far from each other. This means we cannot find, see or recognize (sea/envision) our twin star. All stars are birthed to become twin solar spiraling galaxies. What is grand is small. We are a replication of our evolutionary period, or where we sit among the stars. Alright now, both going round and round, not knowing each others sound. Doesn't that sound just like man, spinning his wheels, not going to happiness in his heart, always walking away, not understanding the waves (sound, vocals, argumentation, conflict, opposition). The image on the right represents the yellow rolling hill in time, the third phase of evolution we are preparing for now. We are recognizing our souls. WE are learning to sea or envision dreams, awaken. We will know how to step together. Not too close, not too far, but just right thus far, the middle the place we conceive, because it's wonderful to know our destiny. We are people, each a child, of the solid rainbow running wild. And we catch up when we shift our waves, to turn towards each other, what do you say? Love and blessings, all the way. White Buffalo Calf Woman going to praise/pray!

"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)!

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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