May 21, 2009, White Buffalo Calf Woman said…
My Beloved Grandmother Going Places,
This is your heart song, not mine. I hear it in the wind and am able to write it and sing it for you! There are musical notes if I record the Song. Maybe next time, I can do this for you.

We all have access to the Wind, the motion of the Soul World. Here Heaven is where you rely, the place of all the doors and destinies that arise. This is how we all know the same information, while we pray. All and each of us have many talents, we need recognize our own. I know Grandmother Space is always the embrace of molecules. The law of implosion of the dreamworld to be real in the physical manifestation of walking and talking the way.
aho, White Buffalo Calf Woman
May 17, 2009, White Buffalo Calf Woman said…
Grand Parent Going Places
Your Heart's Song Today...

There is never a time that longs for you than now which is here to stay, my heart is the blossom that unfolds and always knows the Rose. It's wisdom I have come to know, the wills of all of Mankind, but in my Heart the Song rings true, the never ending time.

Come hold me and tither we will go and look beyond all the doors. We can always have the time to play, because Heaven always knows. We are only here once for an eternity and we had better enjoy the ride, for always is forever and time doesn't stand still if you only look at the Rose. We must dream and see the other flowers the ones that go to and fro. Here you will find the echoes of all our lost time and see how Heaven unfolds. Listen my children, I will always be here, to open and close the door, but if you think I'm going to let you inside just to hide, come think it's only for those, yes indeed. It's only for those who know the Rose.

(the Red Road, the law of love, which whispers in the Wind our Fragrant heart of the Yellow Song Bird, the Dream.)

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman

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Friday, February 5, 2010

Grandmother Going Places Teaches Us Which Way to Go!

Come to me and let it shine, let the world of blind (cannot sea truth), search the way to eternity, to find the soul of longing to be free.  We are going home real soon, and those, who do not learn to bloom.  They will have to find a new day, beyond this world and learn to play. 

Come let's dance and bring us some charm, the dance of devils (those who suffer, and are impure), with open arms and we can find a glorious day, when we learn blessings will save the day.  We are open to all that doom (when we forgive others), but we could find much more room.  Don't you see the dawning is clear, open your hearts and feel us near.

Trap(ped) you say, but you don't look my way (seeking to find), my open arms, will save your day (come and let me embrace thee).  Come let's talk and show us good cheer, there is longing for so much fear.  There we go, now, there tarry towards, there we go now, to and fro (over the horizon from soul to flesh, over the sacred rainbow).  Don't you sea (vision with a heart), the mighty Rainbow (the many colors of our clansmen), the song of Angels, that we know?

Carry me home, to the next world, let our hearts be full of cheer.  And the day will dawn in me, carry me home to be free.  Don't you want to join my hand?  Don't you look upon the sacred land?  Don't you care for the heart that bleeds (those who suffer and are in pain)?  Come let's feed the heart that needs.

There is so much for us learn, the world of magic, the world unturned (reflection with a heart), and we can feel the heart that needs, when we are open to all the disease (receive those who are in need of comfort).  Come and bee (impossible flight of a dream) the heart set free.  Come and sit down besides me.  Come and be the opening heart, the blossom that grows and never stops.  The blossom who grows, and know the way of how to part (leaving with love upon the heart, true freedom).

There we are . . . . . going to a foreign land.  There we are making a mighty stand.  And when you look upon that shore (tears) and we can find the glory of more.   Come and take my hand.  Come and make a mighty stand. (more tears) Feel my tears for you, my child, and know we going home to the wild.  Come on home to me, where the sun sets (glorious returning to heaven).  Come on home to me and glow and get wet (The heart swims in the sea of tears, rebirth.  A fetus gestates inside a sack of fluids, where the heart dreams to be born).   Come on home and sea the glory of the bees, the impossible flight of a dream, the IMPOSSIBLE FLIGHT OF A DREAM.....................................

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother for the Heart of Grandmother Going Places, who teaches us which way to go, into the arms of those who know, a true love, that grows and grows, the sacred rainbow!

Grandmother Going Places reminds us: I tell you truly the sun does rise, to bring the heart of our surmise, the grandest show we ever did sea, the vision of rainbows within you and me. I come to tell you we are a song, the greatest miracle left undone. But all we have to do, is share our songs, the living and giving of the receiving sun. My heart of Grandmother Going Places I do gift, the heart of what door do you gift? And when you choose to outweigh the sun, to be the setting of heaven's rungs, there will be standing the sacred circle of fun, the destiny of loving, that comes home when we run. Come child, into my arms, where Grandmother will hold you until the "DAWN".

Warriors of the Earth  
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!

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