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!
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.
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).
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions