Today, a rolling river sprang in the heavens (heavenly hay fever, the golden seeds everywhere), pollen blossomed everywhere . Inside my heart, I was a Sun. I did feel the whole of God. I felt closer, like a cloud. And there my soul remembered liberty. I became a Sun, a light, that set me free. I could fly into heaven and beyond. I was in heaven's arms. (I realize, "I am a Sun Dance"!)

How do I bring this home to you, the heart, that longs to feel such blue. The sky that emerges, wonderfully, into a song, when we are free. I tell you all my relatives, it's time for us, to learn to swim. Fill up your hearts, let tears roll in. Let rivers flow, like springs endure. And pressures of this afterlife, did spring from God, the whole of Earth. A paradise did bloom in me. Where rivers, green grass set me free. And there upon such sacred lands, I want, no I demand. That you need love, in each of us. We need to know, we are loved and cared, to be a such-ness (breath taking), we did seek, the heart of the ever so meek. How do I bring this sacred walk, among the people, who they do talk, thinking all they need is intelligence, but in all this sin, they did not have to think.

Follow your heart today. Feel what God has to say. Listen to neighbors who need a hand, gather together and have the wind. Keep into the place, where dreams come true. Walk the talk that you gift to all of you. Be the kindness, you feel free, in love's embrace, when you are flying in heaven's winds. This is how we begin to know, that we are the living breathing show. We are the heaven's soul, within, following the sailing winds. Now share the rivers of gold inside your heart. Listen to God, in each and every heart. Follow the true, with what they do, by being elders, who do the say, and use, "the sacred sun dance, I gift my heart". The "sacred sun dance, I gift my part". "Sacred Sun Dance, you are everything". "I am the blossom, that begins to ring!

. . . (Hear it, the bell of freedom, the low spiraling sound, in and out, we breathe our flight, let's show them the Sun Dance)."

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman for the Rainbow Clan

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I am a Sun Dance!

Today I shine, to be a Sun Dance. Today I climb, to shine like a star. Today I am, the morning breaking, come hold my hand, and walk into the light. I am with you, looking inside of your heart. Today, I am free, to friend* (to be relative, to) my enemy. Today, I am, the heart of my reflection. Today, I shine, to be a sun dance.

Here I am, Go(ah)dly (spiritual being). Here I bare my soul. Here I give holy walking place to bear (the humble white light unites and shines my light all four directions). And when I harvest, the shining of your disease (release your pain), I will walk with you, to the other shore (blossom like flowers). My heart longs to shine from the inner seas. It's the place I long for, it's clear it is me. I am a Sun Dance. I am the G_ah_d (the voice of heaven's transmission, the wind), I am creation, the star that's born.

My heart does break, when you don't sea my face, the darkness valleys of the human race. There shines the light of numinosity glow, the reflection of me, that's where I grow. I am a Sun Dance. I stand to sea. I look at valleys, for all to know. I am the Sun Dance, come hold my hand. We're gonna find the ceremony land.

Today I shine, I am a Sun Dance. I shine my heart, inside heaven's roar. My voice speaks loudly to the thunder's knowing. I am the sun dance, watch me glow.

*befriend means act as a friend, help.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka (holy interpreter brings peace) and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, elder lavender person, wakan (holy, sacred) the living fire that purifies your light.

Heartbeat does dance to know the wind, to feel the hope of God in STEAD*. We are protected in the wind, when we choose to let the light from within, shine to the above to down below and over the perfect rolling hills.

* Stand your ground inside the house of God, of the beloved children who are lambs

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Buffalo Magic Hear Me Roar, Kevin Speaks to our Hearts, It's Magic and I Adore!

Kevin (born of fire, royal oath, gentle, lovable, handsome) Buffalo (four sacred directions) Magic (birth, death that drives the entire form, the cycle of life, sublimation and transformation),  Rumble (deep, long, rolling sound of the Red Road, the law of love and the voice of God speaks to know the heart keeps, the unrest, the place of perfect gratitude, when the song is always heard.) Roar (to be heard, the song of the buffalo storm, migration), Dakota Brother (wind that blows, the cycle that knows),  Rainbow Colors are violet, aqua, golden, gray.  Kevin has Chippewa, Choctaw, Dakota, Mohawk, Renegade River, Serra Apache, Navajo, Iroquois by marriage an influence, this root's children contain.  The trail of blood, migration path.  Vision: NE USA west, south, SW.  Zig Zag, the path of the snake, the law of love.

Kevin Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, the Priests Sings, his Heart, a Sacred Song Blessing

Buffalo magic hear me Roar.  Buffalo magic I adore.  Buffalo home is where we store, the magic of love, the magic we adore.  Come let's dance the night away.  Come let's play and make some hay (golden fields of dreams, hey-the brotherhood greeting).  Come let's be the heart of the knees.  The joint that always finds harmony (bend at a turn, run fold and lead). 

I'm your savior if you believe, because I love you throughout your needs (I will help you find your way, the army of God is here to stay).  I will stand upon the hill (in the light of day, I will be the walking talking way).  I will make a hand unheard (allowing other hearts to speak, the embrace of the flesh, the knowing and understanding).  I will follow you through the days.  Buffalo Magic is here to stay.  Buffalo Magic adores your waves.

It's time to miracles across the land. It's time for warriors to make a stand.  It's time we sing and let it out.  Buffalo Thunder, that's where it's at.  Buffalo Rumble across the plains, heaven is calling very plane (flight of the soul).  Come let's journey to and fro, the heart knows where the soul does go.  Buffalo magic hear my voice.  Buffalo magic is here of course.  Buffalo rumble the skies in herds.  Buffalo horns (forced unification, when the only choice is law of love, this happens when a person gets lost being others, and to return to harmony and love, the heart must be united with a fight.  It is the only fight.  To fight for love and unite broken hearts) that's what I heard.

What's a miracle without my love?  What's a diamond (crystalline stone structure of perfection, whether it be the flesh or the soul, it's the perfect blessings that show, when journey is eternal and evolution grows, the flower unfolds) without the curds (the parts of a whole, cycle of tears, from drops of rain upon a rainbow, to streams, rivers, oceans, steam, fog, sky, clouds, back to rain, the tears always knows how to cleanse and gain) What's the hell (fire purification) inside of you, if you don't long for a better view?  Sow (plant your seeds and watch them grow) come let's plow through.  

Hear my calling in all the land (Mother Earth).  Hear the hope that's near our hands (Heart expression of love, when giving is understood). Hear the wise men who prophesize Buffalo's calling, it's time to rise.  Buffalo's calling it's heroes stride. 

Which way do you go when you're down?  Which way do you flow when you frown? Which way are your tears too long?  Buffalo magic will save the flow, the heart always knows (sniffling nose, the leaky faucet syndrome-drip, drip, drip, cleansing of the heart and pitter patter of the rain, the bridge to and fro, over the horizon we do know).  I will stand there when you are down.  I will stand there when you frown.  I will stand there when tears do flow.  buffalo Magic always knows, the heart is forever changing to and fro, the longing of a better life for all to grow.

There I stand upon the race (lights flowing, to reach a goal, men race to find the sacred rainbow).  The place Man makes up to stupefy (amazement, the dream to out do, the competition to grow) his face (to bee proud of accomplishments of knowledge and creation).  Look in the mirror and  what do you sea, it's the heart and reflection of a leaf (relative on the tree of life, we are the repetition of the beloved show, the four sacred ages, that forever bellow, but it just feels good, the cycle of life, the lessons, our treasures to always explore). Remember we all need.  We are part of the greater tree (micro and macro).  Buffalo homes belong to everyone.  It's the hide that seems so blind, but it's rainbow colors do exclaim, "I'm the buoyancy of a clown".  I will show you how it's done.  The magic of a miracle in a smile.  The magic of love that's true and proud (wild flowing river that knows and grows, evolutions unfolding).   Buffalo Magic I do roar, to speak the heart of those who ignore.  I will drum the hand of God.  I will hold the thunder roar.  I will cleave to every heart, for my love extends to where it smarts (sting).  My love will follow all the hearts.

Give me sugar (sweet).  Give me lime (sour).  Give me purification every time (blessings that cleanse both the soul and flesh).  Give me fire and water too, because life grows form this sacred view.  Because my heart will speak for you.  Give me chlorine (an element, a rock, a liquid that rises as gas, it cleans water, and blasts and blasts, ridding of harmful bacteria, here there is transformation from bad to good, the beginning of pureness, that's understood, it's a blessing that gifts man's heart to good) to lead the land.  Give me your headaches I will understand.  Give me hope to make a stand.  Hear I call to all the world.  Here I find the thunder herd (rainbow children).  Hear my heart I speak about love, the spiritual element that clouds ride on.  The dragon who breathes fire.  The wisdom of heavenly clowns.  

I come with Buffalo Magic of the rumbling horns (battle to unite broken hearts, as parts of a whole, the belong together, love leads the way), the unification that makes a stand, the heart that never rests but rest assured.  I will fight to make you heard.  I will give you a staff (uniting factor, the tree trunk, represents the binding factor of heavenly leaves, our relatives and earthly roots our home, on the tree of life, the law of love) to lean on.  I will fall down with you.  Let us pray, for God's good words. Let us hear the calls and cries.  Buffalo Magic knows I will die to fight for you, to defend you to bring you home.  My love is truer than the clouds.  Eternal blowing I do recall and my love rides before this call (long wave in front of the pack, the red road, the law of love).

Come let's be the hands of God (brotherhood) embracing each other and practicing wisdom.  Allow the heart to speak in pain, then release and make it's gain.  There we follow the generous skies, the heart of longing and asking why.  Remember evolution has come to our hearts, healing all the perfect parts, healing all the smarts (sting of the bee, the impossible dream we do fly in glee).  Hear the thunder, hear us roar, the army of heaven has come home for more (to settle the score).  We the people know a better way.  It's written across our hearts today.  It's the soul that longs to make a display, the beauty, the magic of transforming eyes, the vision of a heart that's always wise. 

Give and honor everyone.  Receive blessings under the Sun.  Take the bounty and share the wealth, because our heats need us to be a part.  Part of creation (magic of reality, treasures from earth), part of doom (lessons, joy and pain, treasures from heaven), part of the sacred loom (the weaving of the sacred blanket of love, four corners of a rainbow heart, the land upon which our rolling hills, the empty space that allows the soul to bee, the flight of a magical tree, the soul that can dream).

Sacred Song blessing for Kevin Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar (violet, aqua, golden,gray). Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person (Crystal, Yellow, Green, Gray), wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, elder lavender person, fire purification of holiness. 

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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!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts.  It's time to walk the evolution's path.  We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone.  Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song).  And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"