Grand Parent Going Places
When does it snow, I begin to know, the many are calling home. The wind is long (eternal), and I am bound, to always touch the sky. There is a calling deep and curved (evolution), where men are calling home. There seems a wind, that blows away sin, if only we were satisfied (purification practices, like the fire ceremony). The many who are in shame don't begin to know the game, because it's innocence they want to claim. I wish, I could just hold them near, to understand the game (of love).
We are on a river show this time, where change is going home. The places we offer you this day, is always changing games. It's because the destiny serves the brothers in the tide (seekers on a mission). We serve the Mothers, sisters too, sow they will be satisfied (heavenly darkness, woman brings the law of love, where we are satisfied, the land of to and fro, between soul and flesh). My heart does gloat upon the boat, when love is the only game. I seek abundance and not the wrath of those dissatisfied. I whish, their hearts could know the parts, that gift our longing hides (crystalline holy temple, the house of God, the flesh that floats in the river of time). Inside the heart, we long to part, of ineffable (too great or intense to be expressed in words, the swelling of the heart) ways, we seek instead a better way, when we choose loving games.
I have to say, my love is here, to bind the halls of shame (just do better next time). They need to find another way to gloat, because it's not living shame (no need to hold onto, but forgive instead). Oh no (shame is not part paradise). It's the loving game. And we are here to claim the halls, the place we play our games. The portal of eternal life is bound up inside our hearts. It's inside our loving hearts.
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman for the Heart Song of Grandmother Going Places
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!
For Your Fire (Smudge), Pipe, Blessing Ceremony (Songs)
The Blessing of the Nine Sacred Directions # one
The Blessing of the Nine Sacred Directions # two
I shall sing. I shall sing upon Mountain Tops. I shall be. Glory for thee. And I shall be the loving breeze. The Blessing of the Nine Sacred Directions # three
I bless the up and the down, the sacred all around, the north, south, east and west, the heartbeat (in) and the breath (out) I give my life to this test (devotion, key to love), the fire's light illuminates our plight (flesh), for I belong to thee forever in the breeze, it's me, the water's breath (soul). I am God's child, blessed like the rest.The Blessing of the Nine Sacred Directions # four
The one you write. And I tend to say a different blessings every day, but nine directions are always with the fire ablaze (the walk about), the fundamental equation, to cleansing our holy temple, our inner house.
The one you write. And I tend to say a different blessings every day, but nine directions are always with the fire ablaze (the walk about), the fundamental equation, to cleansing our holy temple, our inner house.
For Your Fire (Smudge), Pipe, Blessing Ceremony (daily forgiveness)
1. What's important here is the daily walk about cleansing space (all relatives together), to four to
five times a day (singularly), while blessing the nine directions. This is crucial.
2. And when you teach forgiveness, the person, need write it on a paper (a match), and it must be real paper (tree leaves touch Father Sky, roots touch Mother Earth, trunk bind them together, the law of love) or bark, then burn it up.
3. Also, the mental cleansing of space, from daily blessings, to hourly blessings, to walking and talking (wakan tankan-holy spirit) blessed and sacred.
4. And for Lavender people who are Holiness (love blossoms out of them and violence overcomes them), well they need do it every hour (Fire Smudge Blessing, any incense will do, even gas, like a lighter, but they must do outside, what they do inside), otherwise, snap, crackle, pop, and violence is the uncleansed flesh of rainbow lights. No one dare speak to approach these people, because their souls seem to know, as they simply walk away from them. Only someone who cares enough, to fight about it, will demand them bless themselves to be free. These people belong to the world, our Holiness, who purify our world, inside out, by sending love to us all and binding us together. We must care enough, to teach them to drum 20 minutes a day (purify self) and bless each hour of the day (they do it on the inside, now they need do it on the outside too), for they are the true deliverance of the world, our Lavender people (Holiness).
note: Magenta people need dance and sing for 20 minutes a day, to bind heaven and earth within!
Warriors of the Earth 
5. The smoke is like the clouds (binds heaven and earth, the tiger with a girth), that blows in the sky, that hold our tears, when we cry. And when they burst, it cleanses everywhere, like the Aqua person does lead the way. Follow the flow, and know that it knows, the sacred to and fro (look forwards and back). The heart leads the way, let's give it a shout and a hooray, for we are going home real soon! Let's remember the pipe is a sacred device, that allows us to remember this way. The sacred portrayal of giving and saving (respecting the receiving, bowing like the rainbow, the humble heart glows and touches the heart), the important part of the world, the soul, that cleanses, the heart with many lessons, the flesh, that needs guidance each day!
Pray With Elders around the World
Hear Your Relatives Perfect Flowing Hearts
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions
Learn Warrior Skills with the Peaceful Wisdom Prayer!Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions
Grandparent Going Places,
Today I come to know the way, of those who go and turn away, and when I say, I love you true, they tell me that I am such a fool. But what they don't know is this, for clowns are always gifting much, to light a fire inside of you, to know that God is part of the flue. I say to you, you are my child, and I have much to mingle inside my fire, but you are my child, and I care for you much and I will never turn away from you. I have more love than you can sea and you are my relative in the breeze. Will you come to receive my embrace? I don't seem to know when it rains, but I do know when you are so sad, and the clown who you think is so mad, is here to make you laugh again, to remember that you are heaven sent. My heart is here to guide you home to a river flowing from up above, but down below is heaven sent, my love don't you realize that God sent you?
We are part of the same family but when will you believe in me? I have so much to gift to you, when you start receiving all the clues. I need you to know that now is the time, to bring this order of the divine, to meet two hearts and let us in, so we can sing and dance again. The love that comes from me to you, is the same living blue, the water that flows inside of you, and the water that flows all around you. WE belong this, this living stream, the hand of God has sprung again. And I need you to know my love, so you can open all the doors. The places that you dreamed of. The guides we call angels who come to rescue you. These are all part of the same family, the related we call them, from the sacred tree.
Don't belittle all your friends, instead forgive them and reach into them. Find the ones they need to forgive and help them find the healing ridge. The place they think they need jump from, the place that they think is all disease, but I say to you, that heaven sent is darkness pure, just do your blessings to be free. And when you are fearing what lies ahead, remember this Grandmother will show your the way. I will hold your hand, I will open your heart, and I will make some fun, so we can start to be a family once again, for evolution is coming home, the third rolling hill, that's what I sea, the place we call Heaven inside of me.
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