Twin Deer Mother and Blossoming Deer Petals

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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.
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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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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

Past, Present, Future our Evolution with Relatives

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‎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).

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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).

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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)!

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Lessons, Karma, Negative and Retrograde Can all be Turned into Treasures, When You use Heavenly Skills and Walk the Blue Road!

Relatives, Whatever you feel, ask yourself, "Who made me feel this way before?"  This feeling is a clue, the very answer you seek.  Those who make you feel this way are in need to be forgiven.  This is the fire forgiveness ceremony that cleanses the wind or relative space around you! For if you don't, you will make others feel the same way, in your pain and suffering.  Love is an exchange of two hearts. It is not abusive, when one takes and the other ignores. Instead, Love is true of heart, where our feelings give us clues, to our soul's perfection along the heavenly blue road of the waves of your heart. Here Rainbow Mother Esta asks, the star of the garden, clarifies the vision of the heavenly lesson, where our feelings manifest clues of the universe, we all belong. Walking towards and embracing the lesson, gifts the treasure of love and compassion for others, regardless of size, weight or object, we are related. White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother 


Beloved Rainbow Mother Esta and Relatives,
Balance is only achieved in the physical world, the red road and our earthly existence of light.  Heaven doesn't concern about balance, more like to and fro, like a wave, the blue road our souls journey. It's more about reverberation or aligning with a frequency (sound/voice of god within all of us or wind), where ever it may be.

Lessons are repeated until love is used.  Allowing or even validation is not pure true blessed love, but these are tools to get towards love within the heart. This is the whole point of crystal persons, is to assist one in choosing love's path by offering the lesson. Hoping they will allow, validate and choose love.  This is what others call Karma, the lessons you must pass in order for you to continue down the path of evolution, your personal evolution, descending with the soul.

You can only receive a lesson, when you use validation.  This is use of the blue road, the soul of heaven, the echo or spiritual embrace.  Use your heart, not your head.  We do this, with the heavenly skill of validation.  This is allowing and receiving.  But only when true love and compassion is used, does one know the treasure, the gift. You recognize self as the teacher (awakening, self awareness, realization, self actualization), who is humbled to share their mistakes with others, so others will learn from the lesson.

A child can give you a gift, when their hearts come towards you sending out love to you (innocent and pure), that you begin to smile even within your heart and you take a breath to feel inside.  This innocent, pure love, is the treasure. This is joy and a vehicle to know your dreams. This is achieved with fire blessings, that purify the wind and offer forgiveness to the world and our ancestors.

A lesson is considered bad.  A treasure is considered good. Both are from heaven, the blue road. Both are negative factors.  The trick is to take what is bad and make it good. Because if you don't control your environment with good (purification to achieve joy), then you will be controlled by your environment and experience bad. And what's worse is if you don't use allowing, validation and love, you get to do this again and again, until you do get it right. That's heaven, and it's the law, LOVE.

Purification by fire blessings allow you to pass go and get out of jail so to speak.  In other words, you can skip all the difficulties and know joy. This is called sublimation, like when hoarfrost appears on things. This crystalline formation is a voice, that says, "I allow, validate and use love" and the wind blows freely through, even being cleansed by you, therefore all relative space is related and gifted from you.  This process allows you to know heaven upon earth.  This is where dreams come true and brotherhood begins.

You (Rainbow Mother Esta) continue to ask, "Wouldn't that bring that person receiving those gifts to a position of balance? ie, there would be no 'charge' ?"

You are talking about a/n (electrical) charged particle that needs to be bonded, rather than released or put back into balance. Particles are either, negative, positive or neutral.  That's it, just like three colors in all the universe, blue, red and yellow. Each as it's purpose and place.

red. When a positive molecule has a charge, it's means, it's about to release a molecule to drop or bond with another. It's purpose is to build up momentum to reach and release, to pass the stimuli continuously. This would be much like light spectrum.

blue. When a negative molecule has a charge, it means, it's about to release a molecule to drop or bond with another. It's purpose is to wait for the wave to reach the molecule, to bind together, echoing or embracing together. This would be much like sound frequencies.

yellow. Neutral is the carrier and messenger. Both positive and negative are waves, that go up and down.  And when a positive and negative are near each other, they attract.  Two positives or two negatives repel. But a neutral, can carry. This carrier relays information, allowing and sharing. Here one weaves destiny (waves or to and fro) and dreams the best path, united on the journey of the middle road. Follow the yellow brick road, because the end of this road, you find the end of your life, when you shine in heaven for your children to continually guide them towards their own yellow road, the neutral path, that unites, validates, allows and love is used.

Again, there is no position of balance.  And to receive a gift, one must only allow. Not even validate or use love. To have a charge (giving, key needed for it's closed), is to be a seeker, looking for the charge (receiving, lock awaits to be opened).

A charge is something we give.  We use money because we don't know how to give from the heart.  So we measure with dollars/paper/law of love that binds the tree trunk with the heavenly sky and earthly soil. This forces us to equate love when we use money.  Both give give away.  When using force, one is not using true love. This is why we integrate the great give-a-way, to allow the heart to receive.  The give-a-way teaches people, that we must show honor, by giving of value, and not cheating others.  When we give away our hearts pour out seeking to receive the gift.  The gift is receiving and the giving is the seeking.  And money is forced law of love, not real love. True love is given with the heart, not forced, but taught usually from woman, since she brings the spiritual law of heaven, LOVE to the people and her family. Evolution and seeking get's you to treasures (spiraling descending soul), where you get out of suffering and misery (jail, hell, lesson). You pass go and skip (or sublimate) to joy.

You asked, "What once was a lesson, has been learnt. The person will be a position of knowledge and hence the lesson no longer applicable to them?"

Once a lesson is turned into a treasure, with true and compassionate love, then the lesson is learned. This lesson is passed over and on to the next lesson.  This is the path of the spiraling in evolution's path, the blue road, our eternal souls. This direction is sacred all around, here/hear or standing on a hill/wave. Yes a position of knowledge through wisdom (blue, dark, negative) and intelligence (red, light, positive) offers you unity, walking and talking you,"I am" (yellow, stream, neutral).

And yes, you do not have to do this over again, the lesson or the karma/karmic debt has been paid (given), released and received.  Now is it applicable, well it's knowledge you can pass down to younger generations and this story could very well heal a broken heart, give direction to one who seeks or even a gatherer or storyteller could become neutral, offering the message into the world.

You (Rainbow Mother Esta) said, "You no longer need to look in retrospect to see the treasure..as it is there right before your eyes?"

Reflection within one's mind (alightfromwithin you call retrospect), is the action of heaven or stillness, the blue road of waves, to and fro. Touching shores, but not going anywhere, like an ocean blue. This is the inner world of the soul's reflection. Reflection is also the light that bounces off objects.  This light is the refraction of heavenly rays. In other words, it's like your mirror and offers you the ability to see one's self. This either being the outer world of reflection.

In a way, you could say this, as you enter the sacred all around, the center and core of your being, the soul (heart or Heavenly name, your mission in life) and driver to your chariot (body of rainbow colors, buffalo home or Earthly name), you unite and become the living dream. However, retrospect or looking within offers the the reflection (outer world) to be real or realization. We must learn to go back and forth between the blue road of heaven and the red road of earth, this allows one to know true freedom (yellow road). This allows one to fulfill one's destiny, blossoming, unfolding, transforming, renewing to finally plant seeds for tomorrow's continuation of eternal life. This is the golden dream, to know joy within and to express it without, to unite what we say, with what we do. To know joy instead of suffering.  To bind with others by walking towards, rather than walking away. And to know that the only fight, is to unite broken hearts. It's about love. It's all about LOVE.

Lessons are considered the pearls. When one drops and is learned, the next one appears. Each lesson getting harder and more difficult to achieve.  In the mathematical perfection, these lessons, literally have a number. And when you learn a whole ring of lessons, you get to change color to the next descending color until finally you get to the center and start all over again. This takes eons and you don't remember much of it, but we do get glimpses, but we get to enjoy the journey and to experience life, eternally. The dream never dies.

Oh, once you got a treasure.  You are off looking for the next treasure. It's a continual cycle of the Great Journey of life.  And we enter the dawning, the yellow path in Oneness evolutionary period, where dreams do come true. All we must do is get prepared with fire blessing to purify our wind, relatives on all shores.

your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter
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Dec 14, 2010,

ps.  You did ask a question about your families colors. Bring it to the hoops and we can get to it. If you send to my email, it's gets put on a waiting list. But if you share on the hoops, you get answers generally right away.  I suggest you try this to get your data or rainbow colors about your family on the hoops .

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Dec 12, 2010, Rainbow Mother Esta wrote:

Hello White Buffalo Calf Woman and Relatives,

Thank you for your explanation, your words do bring it to perspective.

I do have a question re lessons vs treasures.  If one perceives gifts received ('good' or 'bad') as treasures as soon as they are received, wouldn't that bring that person receiving those gifts to a position of balance?

ie, there would be no 'charge' ? What once was a lesson, has been learnt. The person will be a position of knowledge and hence the lesson no longer applicable to them? You no longer need to look in retrospect to see the treasure..as it is there right before your eyes?
xxx
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X = Hug (notice it is like arms crossed or wrapped around someone), the embrace of two hearts
XXX is the hug of three roads, where dreams are known, the yellow path to paradise
O = Kiss (notice it, a pair of lips forming an O and ready to give a kiss), the song of the wave
XO = Hug and Kiss, singing together
XOXOXOXOXOXO = Hugs and Kisses, gathering together, joy forever
So here is a whole bunch of special and heartfelt XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO JUST FOR YOU!  Enjoy! ;-)

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Dec 13, 2010, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother wrote:

Beloved Rainbow Mother Esta and Relatives,
Thank you for saying that. You know, it's all things negative, which belong to heaven.  The problem is, is that we as humans, view it as a negative connotation, rather than simply a negative charge.

In a cell, we have negative and positive atoms, which have their job to do.  We experience, this period of negative charge, often referred to as the seven year itch.  Your life changes and you can't get things done, like you used too.  This is because, it's changed from a positive charged period to the negative charged period.  During a negative charged period, we must change and adapt to our succeeding methods of our lives.

And as Rainbow Mother Esta shares, it's a good time to reflect.  This means, we who are good at going on errands, getting things done, now, must shift from going, to being still.

Stillness, will bring in reflection of life, but most importantly creation. You begin to realize, that you can create things, build things making old, something new.  What was a negative charged period with self infliction, to a changing transformation of an ability to become a creator, even if it's making a cake.

There are four sacred directions, but we also have four sacred directions which are all darkness, or a reflection of the color. In a double rainbow, you will find that one is lighter in color and the other is darker in color. This is the expression of the shift from light/earth/going to dark/heaven/stillness. These eight directions is called the Morning Star, the Lakota, Nakota and Dakota, Spirit of the Lake People feel in their hearts.

In reality, we all have eight sacred directions, but only express four directions at a time, known as the four roads, blue, red, yellow and white.  When we shift from light to darkness in wave patterns, then we are able to move from light or going someplace, to darkness or staying still to reflect (to look upon).

Remember Heaven is a lesson (perspective of negative or bad), until it becomes a treasure (perspective of negative or good).  I leave you with this, which gets us all into perspective.

"What ever the course of our lives, we should recieve them as the highest gift from the hand of God, in which equally reposed the power to do nothing whatever for us. Indeed, we should accept misfortune not only in thanks, but in infinite gratitude to Providence, which by such means detaches us from an excessive love for Earthly things and elevates our minds to the celestial and divine." — Galileo Galilei

And let's not forget to do our fire blessings, to heal our spaces and create heaven and earth, right here in our hearts.

your devoted servant,
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother
elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter
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On Sat, Dec 11, 2010, Rainbow Mother Esta wrote:

Hello Relatives,
I didn't know what 'Mercury in Retrograde' was until about a year ago. I have noticed though that my life is quite challenging a few days, to a week, before before Mercury turns retrograde.

The actual period where Mercury is in retrograde feels like a walk in the park in comparison. It appears to take take a "bad rap" from people that I've spoken with...but it is a good reflective period.

xxx
Rainbow Mother Esta
Rainbow colour person
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Dec 11, 2010, Grandfather Holy Spirit wrote:

dear relatives
what ever the next three weeks is on your plate, look twice

mercury turned retrograde today, on the same degree as Pluto is
and the north node it is an explosive combo

so take care and sometimes . . .

Taking back what you've said in anger will be far more difficult
than keeping your mouth shut, even if it doesn't
seem so at the moment the mouth insists on opening.

enjoy your moments
one love all ways

Grandfather Holy Spirit the perfect storm sailing on the breath the oceans of life blessing the nine directions in you and me, elder star/white person, rainbow warrior of prophecy http://holyspiritsailsacrosstheseas.blogspot.com/

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Hoop 1 Elders: We recognize you as a spiritual being and welcome you to one family consciousness. Here at Active-Indigos, we respectfully address the ascension, flesh or light and descending, soul or darkness, process while creating local sanctuaries on earth. Thinking globally and acting locally while networking all spiritual communities and educating the workplace.

Elders come to be, when they stand to be free, to be heard of justice door, the place where all live to be, united in heart. United when apart. United in Spirit, to hold and have Heaven, inside the beginning, the Elders of the World. Who come home to what is heard. Who use love beyond all words. To know when LOVE is true. And Knows when we need the views, of pure light, of pure dark, of heaven and earth, abound as One who's gonna win. It's the Elders who refuse to budge and look for hues, instead sea with their hearts, and prays about all things in the heart.

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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, blue), where song's sing down below (flesh, red), rejoice I say, rejoice and play, while we learn to live a new way (dream united, yellow)! Brotherhood here we come, let's hop, skip and play!