Running Deer Gifts Us the Buffalo Roam, the Heart Beat, that Gets Us Home!
Wondering wandering sky above is blue. My heart looks out over it all it's blue. My soul reaches to know the entire girth. I am here to long to feel the heart within this earth. Hoping for shadows, they become my friends, when I invite them in. There is a place, where the heart lingers in the snow, just because I want to know (bath in your light). And in a wave of sorrow, my tears begin to flow, my heart is aching to know.
Give me a shadow, give me a home. Tell me where buffalo roam? I look for the heart beating all that is out there. All life has feeling, I know and dare. Speak to the heart of any (old) part, we are going towards the throne (age of true nobility). Let us have a heart a home. Tell me little creature, where do you flow, if not inside the harmonious glow. I think upon the world, as Saints each and everyone, where will the souls, begin to glow?
We are a heart beat. We are dynamite (explosion of awakening)! We are the destruction (purification, cleansing of the world with prayers and blessings), that only thinks twice (reverberation, echoing, embrace, validation, repeat). We are the facts of life (law of the song, the blue road), that cleanse this world above, the heaven that coming, to earth, to shed love (the law of love, the red road). Which way we go, depends on your heart. How you chose love, is all but a part. Walking towards others, when they are alone, means we are a part of the royal throne. The blue, the true, the buoyant* are you (lightness or resilience in spirit, cheerfulness). My soul lingers to be, next, near, towards you. Come my brethren (rainbow color spectrum, rainbow clan or relative), come hold my hand, sun in the sky, let us dance, let us romance.
If you could only walk hand in hand. If you could only stand up to man. If you could only be true to your heart, then you could find God in every single part. We would share glory the story of old, the ancient wisdom, would come home to roam. And inside a heart beat, a dance so alive, my soul seeks this refuge, come hold my hand and seek. Gather to know relief. Share your stories, where God need to journey, because it's a dream, heaven sent, just believe.
Rainbows do show lightning. Miracles do bloom. Rescuing neighbors, will all be real soon. Be awake to your salvation. Be awake, to your heart. Bring your soul together, let us not impart (separate). Let us always share our broken hearts. But the day, will find a way, the shadows will bloom, bringing home spirit to all of us real soon. Gather together, to know love is in your heart. Gift your self salvation, gift prayer to your roost (four sacred directions). Give your heart, to the souls, that seem loose (finally got free, the soul is majesty, flying rather than chained to the bars, weighed down with lessons or karma, here when one is loose, they are free, to know their dreams, not chained anymore to your sins and beliefs, instead dreams the impossible dream, unity within, without, everywhere, it's about, the circle of life, that gifts us twice, heaven and earth, it's time to come home).
If the body (flesh) and soul is doing the reverberation, then it's repeating, one two, the heartbeat. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand drums and White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother sings. This sacred song blessings, was gifted from the heart of Aida, who is walking with Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy and has joined in heart, to be relative to all the parts. Aida's rainbow colors areaqua, magenta, green, gray. (no color interpretation here, please look on this page http://crystal-indigo-children.blogspot.com or email@example.com more information. Running Deer ask on the hoops) These are the sacred four directions and tools of light, called your buffalo home or holy temple to your book of life. Welcome Aida, finally home!
Aida's Heavenly and Earthly names: "Running Deer, our Magic Heart of Belief"
Call me summer in the sun, welcome all abundance run. Gift a hand and give some fun, we are here having some fun. Go on in the world of rows, watch the corn, miraculously grow. Seek the brothers, desire some wit, because we need to sit, communicate and share with, the heart of man, his clan, his plans, come and be a heart of a tree. Come and feel, the knoll inside of me. I'm a soul, watching waiting to be free. Look on up, call the ghost. Tell the soldiers, we are lost host (without kingship lineage, now all to change, to royal blue). But if we did pray and share the solemn day, then we could find hardships, that lead us the right way. We could be warriors who bless this day. We could be children, who decide to play. We could be magic upon this vine. God fill me up, let me shine. They call me "Running Deer", Can't you see, my heart knows no fear, with my majesty. Give me a calling, in the breeze, because my heart, is in such need (to hear your voice). Let us walk into the tall grass. Let us feel, and farm (hearts) the real to last. Bring in souls, where we do shine. Let us grow, out towards the minds (halls of consciousness). We belong to hearts you and me. Carry me forth for all to sea. My heart will glow, just follow me, I'm on a migration trail to bee. I am a dream. Can't you sea, the glory to this dream. Let me unfold. I am a dream, show God in this glory, the truth of my soul, the wave of the bold.
They call me "Magic Heart of Belief", because I'm always kicking up the sleet, saying it's gold, when we bless this day, let us open our hearts and pray. God help us migrate home to you, where paradise, is the heart of the blue. Bring me closer, to the heart that's near. Bring in souls, that will bare. Magic mountains fly in the night, but in the day, oh shine so bright. Give me souls, to transverse this way, to give our hearts and souls away. I'm finally home with you, my relative true. I'm finally home, closer to you. Come and hold my hand, my Mother Deer. Come hold my hand, Father without fear. Give me a hope, to linger forth, to transverse, the heart of course. You give us all a harpoon inside, knowing we can all reach that hide (clan) (vision: from inside the whale, you throw the harpoon out, to catch a ride, to get outside, upon the shore, where it is divide, over the horizon, to other realms, find our way and migrate home). I love you deers, my soul, without fear. You come to be, near the soul, who keeps, the migrations call alive in me. I go to the furthest galaxy. I come home to you. (no interpretation of heavenly name here)
On Fri, Sep 17, 2010 Aida Little Fire >wrote: I need a blessing please!
Beloved Aida Running Deer (aqua person),
I bless the soul that walks with you, to the grove, where lie planted trees, and in the heart of the soul inside, there lies a open surprise. The heart that lingers there to keep, keeps jumping out to greet and meet. And no surprise (she is the surprise), does await this glow, because she is ready to make a show.
I bless the flesh, the rainbow lights, that blind us sometimes to our plights, but if we use the tools God gave, then I will be a red road slave (law of love's embrace). I give to you the blessings in the wind, to bring in a heart that sins, because today, we forgive them all away, to bring in joy of yesterday. Tomorrow a sorrow, but a morrow, the eternal dance, that brings true life, the holy journey with so much strife!
Aho, we begin the sacred trance, the halls of eternal have just begun...
Your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother Sings!
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!