Grandmother Going Places sings to us after a frustrating week, when a heart was tearing and in need. Grandmother needed to relieve, the soul, who did not know the rules of love, or how to validate the show with the embrace only Grandmother can share, the story teller who knows, the to and fro, heaven and earth it does know. I travel over rolling hills, waves of light we fill, oh Grandmother hold us close! Your devoted servant sings, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter.
Feel my heart I will start. Take a walk around the block. There I will stand, to hold your hand. Follow me, eternity, Greatness folds inside of me. Feel the heart, my destiny. Greet the soul, set me free. Live my life, forever flee (freedom) in the wind, running over all this sin.
Walk this way. Open up heaven's doors. Feel my heart all the way. There I dance to sing your song. There my heart does get along. Raptures delight away from fright. Listen stories, I carry the key. Open your heart I will heal your pain. Find the soul and you will gain.
Glory Bee (dream the impossible dream), the heart of thieves (impure behaviors), those who capture all the leaves (relatives). I understand. I will walk upright into your heart. I will understand. Freak on me. Feel the breeze (slam the heavenly door in the face).
This will resolve all you will see (intelligence), until you find a heart that believes (wisdom). And I will be there for the thief (time in dream space) and turn all around into magical belief. And we shall walk into gardens bloom, where all does shine real soon. Love my children, that's the key, don't be left behind, instead practice being blind (faithful, devout), so bright is your inner light. Let it shine like the moon (reflect off the blue). And we will walk down into the valleys real soon, the shadows will learn to loom (weave together), with our true love, we bring, to groom.
Tell me children, where do go? I want to hold you instead of scold. Tell me children lift up your heart. Gift me a song and enter paradise. What's wrong children? I adore, but you seem to want even more. I got your heart and it belongs to you. I got one dream it's the heart that runs free. So my little children I adore. Give me glory, fill me more. You don't have to follow me, but you do have a need. Dream my child and you will be free. Dream my child and you will sea. I am glory when I sea your face, knowing you found your human race.
Hold on tight, feel the heart inside. Hold on tight, don't give me alibis. Instead let's dream, come fly with me. Oh my children can't you sea (vision with a heart). There is so much magic in the air, but you feel with so much despair and I want to feel the soul inside. I want you to know how good is pride. You need only listen to the soul and you'll realize you are bold.
Come hold my hands and we'll fly free. Come understand and it's a new land. Liberty comes when you bless a heart. I know glory is not apart (separated). But it's radiance comes with your glow, oh my children remember your told (stories shared from old). Dream forever. Dream and Bee free oh my children hold on to me. .........................................................
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, a crystal person, heaven's door, and Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, a lavender person, paradise's gate, for the Heart of Grandmother Going Places, a gray person, heaven and earth space, often referred to as Grandmother Space, we all share in our dreams. Rainbow Colors of the Rainbow Clan. Receive your sacred song blessings, by emailing and requesting from firstname.lastname@example.org
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!
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions
Song for the Pipe
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".