All Hallowed Eve Fields of Leaves

Relative Leaves,

(singing) We on the tree of life, salute you, to the drifting sands of time, the cosmic dust does bind. In our hallowed fields, we bless and purify all the stains, to allow the great light from within to shine a beam. Many shooting streams of abundance does flow, when we listen with our hearts that also glow. A measure is such as a stare, to look at what does have aware. Each a relative who needs some love, just in time to feel the world. Heaven sent us to be divine, just one more hill, just one more time. And there we stand, to hold onto the winds, where it's heavenly beams again.

In the winds that blow sow free, just to plant the fields of wheat (abundant for all). The many glowing golden fields, where brotherhood is living and real. Each of us a place to shine, just like those who are not of light, but in darkness they do sing, as our Angels heaven brings. And as we hear the guardians call, just to tell us, it's loving all. We are learning to collide once more, with a passion, where water burns the tall. And if heaven weeps and urns, then we are supplanted to gift her burns. And we spark with loving glares, just to look at one more glare. Light of fire, take me home, where I can breath and hold a horn. I will blow out to the world, it's time to bring in loving norms.

In remembering all spirits live, seen or unseen, it's the drift (cosmic dust). Learning to look within our souls, to feel the winds that blow on through. And when we don't understand our way, we purify our fields for play. Those who will not bow, we say another day. We demand the call of love all the way. There we stand in one circle, one sound of cheer, to say, that love lives in hear. (talking) Are you listening?

(singing) Stand up inside where the fields are green (river of stones), the spiritual come out to breath. We will bless you and send you on your way. Happy journeys is what we say. When you come back, tell us more. We want to whisper all we say. And when it's time to share thine heart, I will remember we did our part. 

Smoking diamonds in the ruff (woof), tell me truly, "Is it enough?".  We linger on, for another day, then holy pure comes to light the way. Then holy pure comes to light the way, a striking fire, blooming wondrous arrays.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings

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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 Sings to Let You Know!

 

Posted by White Buffalo Calf Woman Twin Deer Mother at 4:01 PM  

 

Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam).

Grandmother Missionary Steams

Come and be faithful in this place, My heart is grateful for your human face, but I can see and feel the world. There are spirits living inside of this chill. And when the heat rises up to seek. loyal and those who were gentle and meek come hold our hands, we are going to a place that understands. Share your heartbeat with me child. Listen to the roar of your smile and comes sweet, melody. And all you share with this world for awhile. Come and fill this heart with your smile and come glean on me. Fill this tree.

There we shall be one river shining for all the sea. And tender roots that grow, will know which way to go.  And when we find that rushing stream, the beloved soul will dream, we will fly away, just like the sun shine in the daze.  And merry go around you will sea, the heart of what you keep with me, this company. Your smile does sing to me. Come lean on love forever in the breeze.

faithful not distasteful. Instead clean your plate up. And appreciate it's gait now, it's time to see. Behold the plate now, you can see your reflection you are sow proud and it's a gleaming light for all to see. And it's you my dreaming child, come hold me closer for a while, come share your heartbeat. come share your dream.......ing. I want to know just how to grow, upon like dandelions on the snow bank, I will fly free. Come blizzards hit upon me. yet when the spring comes I adore, the sun comes out and my heart just want to explore the feelings of love that bring us together again. 

Sleeping monsters come and share your face, because I just want to kiss it up without a trace, then you will know love, kisses of all the doves. And every tree will blossom forth, to bring in hope for all to adore, it's in your heartbeat. I feel it's sow sweet. And come my faithful one my enemy, I know you need some company, love did not flow through your door, but you still need more love to adore. Come closer I will show you love, no matter how you flow this day, because we save, all our children for a new day. come butterflies fly with me, across the migration this mighty sea, it's coming home, the blooming of the royal suns. And we shall join in paradise, the singing longing in our prize, that' s you you know, just your smile does show.

Be faithful, join with everyone. come children help us find the sun. it's going to be true, love will blossom in you. And when you don't think love is real, remember Grandmother stands here still to join you in the wind, to comfort everything, to show your heart will be filled, will love again. Just purify and shine and rave, you are the star of heaven you just saved, your perfect heart, the crystalline start. join the river band, the rainbow clan, and you will be together one safety plan, together will/we'll sea, heavenly will be our tree.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star for the heart for the Heart of Grandmother Comfort in the Wind our Sunshine Glory Shines, the "Missionary Steams".

Call me a river dance if you must, but don't call me after your lust, unless it's pure life, just a chance I will deliver your strife into the hell's gate, where purification will never be late. That is the dream to be clean, holy being of Missionary Steams (holy smoke). That's what they know me by. That's what I gleam.

Grandmother Comfort in the Wind our Sunshine Glory Shines, the Missionary Steams pipe song

Inside of me, show me. Inside of me, let me be free. Inside of me, watch me, grow like a child in the breeze. Inside of me, a tree is growing. Inside of me, I can hear your call. Inside of me, I want to be flowing, but all I can do is bawl. Inside of me, so much is moving, like a thunder storm in the clouds. Inside me, I have much showing, all the stories at their knees. Light your pipe today, know the human rays. Sing your song to the world, let us all be filled. Come shine a happy smile, to know all heaven loves this while. And inside of me, there shines forever, the place within, my heart. Light this pipe today, know we are to praise, every plant in the sky, each according to who and why.  And as I purify this state, the sage that makes me awake, the solemn vow of my love. come over me and show me like doves. Inside me, a smoke does rise. Inside of me, I am a cloud of mise*. Inside me. Come and tell me soul, I am the holy rolling smoke.  Tell the story, come show me please all the wisdom of my enemies. Tell them love is on it's waves, come my children bow and pray. Inside of me, I let you free. Inside of me love grows from this tree.

* Mise: to mind, to be miserly, to take care of, share, a tax, honory gift to king, tribute paid, expense, dispersement, writ (written document) of right, the kingdom of brotherhood and basically sharing, to mind and respect what you have and to honor it.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, Sacred Horn flute, Wisdom River Shines rattles and Grandmother Comfort in the Wind hoops! 

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On Mon, May 7, 2012 at 11:32 AM, Comfort in the Wind Sunshine Glory Shines wrote:

Aho my beloved granddaughter, White Buffalo Calf Woman our Twin Deer Mother,

Thank you! for the song and the images and for posting on my blog and all (comfortinthewind.blogspot.com).  They look wonderful and I love the images!  Grandmother wrapped inside her webs is magical.  I thank God that you can hear our heart song and sing it out, to help us bring out our sun-light so stout.

Oh where, o where doth the song now roam?

Oh where, o where doth it fly?

I have searched high and low,

looking for the heavenly glow,

Oh where, o where have you gone.

Do I bow low enough?

do I sing for the dust?

Oh where, o where can I find?

looking into the deep,

I find my soul doth keep,

my song,

a love that will not hide.

Oh where, o where does the little child play?

Oh where, o where can he go?

Is it safe here on earth,

this place of great girth,

or can he fly to heaven for the day?

When the winds blow true and hearts are made new,

goodness then flows forever from me into you.

Oh where, o where can the little child sing?

Oh where, o where can he blow?

Bubbles so sweet,

they land at your feet,

now softly drifting in the snow.

Oh where, o where can the little child laugh?

Oh where, o where can he be free?

In heaven here on earth,

we delight to be new birth,

precious seed now planted so deepily.

Oh where, o where can the little child dream?

Oh where, o where can he be found?

It is in his little heart,

where love doth beget and start,

Rainbows of Glory now abound.

To all the children and grandchildren, I send blessings in the nine sacred waves, to fill us up to the top of our cups, grace and mercy will follow us all our days.

Grandmother Comfort in the Wind your Sunshine Glory Shines, the "Missionary Steams"
elder gray child,http://comfortinthewind.blogspot.com

Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam). 

 

 

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Janeen Spirit Jumper looked at this image and had a vision. from the book of "Yhwh" (front cover) The Book of Knowledge: The Keys of Enoch (side cover).

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Oh To Find the Trueness of the Heart's Arc

Aho my beloved children and grandchildren of the hoops, my heart sings to you all day long,

I have a new toy*, it is so grand,
It is a wand that gifts me a helping hand.
You should see it,
glowing with marvelous grace,
he is so happy,
just doing his sacred race.

This magic flows so free,
it is for you and for me,
for the healing of the band,
and the comfort in all the land.

When did I forget that life was so wonderful?
How did I cease to find my own heart?
When did I forget that love was the healer,
to all the sacred darts?

Now, I am remembering,
just a little every day.
I am beginning to understand,
a bit of this and that,and to see the holy way.

Oh my children, my grandchildren so fine,
if we could see through the thorns,
to see beyond the shame, the hurt
we ARE the precious fruit of the sacred vine.

Remember it has to be crushed to bring forth the life,
the wine that flows with goodness,
that helps relieve all the strife.

It is spirit and it is good,
it is truth and brotherhood.
It is richness, so fine, so grand,
the hope of glory over all the land.

I feel your suffering, I know it is great,
the pain of your wanderings,
all over the state.**

So lift up your head,
believe there is hope.
Call out my darling,
into the winds,
over the oceans,
let your love float.

Rest your weariness,
upon the breast so sweet.
Let Great Spirit Father and Great Spirit Mother,
hold you close within the holy keep.

Let the winds bring release,
and flow forever true.
Bringing home the greatness,
that is forever you.

Grandmother's Blessing for You: I bless the sacred nine ways today, may our gifts and glory bring gold into the hay.  I bless the day of joy, I bless the day of pain, I bless the heart that suffers, I bless the holy rain.  I bless you in the morning, I bless you as you go, I bless you for your glory, the heart that loves it so.  I bless the hatred so true, I bless the weariness of you, I bless the life that flows, I bless the icy floe.  I bless the dark and light, I bless heaven and earth that holds us so tight, I bless the open sky that beckons, I bless the sacred earth to reckon.  I bless the fire to bring home love, I bless you all, the heavenly dove, I bless each heart to be so free, I bless the monkeys in all the trees.  I bless you where e'er you are, I bless the glass, the open jar, I bless you for loving true, I bless and bless and bless each one, hearts of blue and sacred to all of yew *** .

Love your Grandmother Comfort in the Wind, your Sunshine Glory Shines, your Missionary Steams, elder gray child, comfortinthewind.blogspot.com

*toy - something that brings great joy and happiness.  Something for a child (of the rainbow) to play with.
**state - A condition or mode of being, as with regard to circumstances like a state of confusion.

-a condition of being in a stage or form, as of structure, growth, or development: the fetal state.

-a mental or emotional condition: in a manic state.

-informal A condition of excitement or distress.

-physics The condition of a physical system with regard to phase, form, composition, or structure: Ice is the solid state of water.

-social position or rank.

-Thank you http://www.thefreedictionary.com/state

*** Yew: White Buffalo Calf Woman Shares: A Yew is an Evergreen old world North American trees with flattened needle-like leaves. A fine grained elastic wood, solitary seeds with red waxy aril resembling berries. Yew is used in cabinet making as well as bows for archery.  This old Norse word is relative to the grape and willow. As an evergreen tree, the needles align up perfectly, branch after branch. Always sharing the tree of life. Grandmother, the gray child, is the colors red and green. Here is the between of dreamspace. Within the red birthing ground, the red road and the valley of the sound, where the green grass blooms to our souls. We awaken we are together in a dream. Grandmothers (including gray overlays) feel the embrace and vision of all the children. To feel better than to feel worse, means we strive to improve our outlook of the world we dream. We are together and gray children, Grandmother knows what lies upon our hearts, where the fire ignites to gift to us sight, the vision of paradise. Blessings can come true. Let us all pray for this to be Yew (aligned together on the rainbow arc, relatives on the tree of life)!

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Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam).