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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Brotherhood Stand Free

Dance with me, I want to feel that tree (of Oneness). Hold me closer to the stars that show their worth. Dance with me. I want to play in the breeze. I feel the snow (blessings) coming upon our sacred toes (where we walk).  I want to know glory around me (blue hoops of heavenly), I have chose (the true blue).  Feel the street (flowing dream), it's open and leaning on love this day, but others don't know how to play or even how to pray.  I want to save, all my brothers who show us the way, but they don't want to know about glory praised.  Sow I stand here, upon the mountain without any fear, to know that God is leaping into the heart of our toes/tows. And when we slip on by, don't you worry, I won't lie, because I will tell you just what you need to know (show you your toes or where you are walking). Love will grow.

Come with me, this day, to show the world another wave (rainbow colors can save, brotherhood rules the air waves). And we could dance and sing all this day. And fill my heart, with love it's a perfect arc, if only you would know just how to bow (show humility). Feed your soul, bow down and know the growth, the filling of heavenly upon your toes/tows. And when we seek, we find there is relief, inside of heavenly that shines like stars with worth. Greatness divine, help me shine. We are leading the world the right way (with a heart). But as those fall (down and out), looking for all else to call (asking for God), not learning to stand up to say, "God is here, not far but near" (relatives without fear, full of love that does shove the seed into the ground to grow up and abound). God upon the stool (rise up and seek) and shouting out to the world (don't be meek, instead go out and seek). God is near, my voice is clear, because true love holds no fear.

Just make a wish.  Whoosh, there the star flows in the dreams told.  Whoosh, there is sound full of gold.  Whoosh, that's the streaming of love in our hearts, come be faithful grab the dart (those who aim for our hearts). If you don't know your waves (rainbow colors that could save), just bow down and pray, because love will fill each and every toe/tow (where we walk and praise). And when we are fused (angry with the world), just light it up to confuse (on the red road again), because that's not the way to expose (or know of real love in your heart on the blue road). Love is real and we show (the songs that hold true, to the heart of me and you, brotherhood knews).

Thank you God, my voice is calling out loud. I am feeling the world come apart (exploding from within). Now how do we love, those who shatter and start, to begin to lead our woes (blind leading the blind)? Thank you God, for sharing my heart, I know we are going to the place we adore (the next rolling hill with heaven on earth), but all these days, it's such a dreaming phase, how will we begin to know each beloved heart?  Come my children, walk upon your sounds (talk the talk, do not shock), glory to God abounds. And when we got started, how will be be parted, for heavenly will know her crown (all together once again). For heaven will know her crown. For heaven will know .... ....... .... ..... ..... .... ...... ..... ..... .... we all wear crowns (kines, kingsmen, kinsmen), brotherhood abound.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Drums for the Heart of Golden Cosmic Father Grace, the golden child who brings brotherhood to the flowing dream-scape. You can visit her blog at


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!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Listen to My Footsteps Every Child

Listen to my footsteps. Listen to me run. Listen to my head upon the sun. See I am resting, upon this shore, the place we share and all of us simply adore. Come restless children walk with me. Come restless children hold the seas. It's a bounty of love out there, if only you could dare to bee free. Oh come to hold me. Listen children of the world, we have more to make fulfill. It's yours and mine. Let our heartbeats chime. Thank the little ones big and tall. Thank you God for it all, because it's a stream of believing and it's a great dream . . . . . . . . . . .

Hold my hand and walk with me, on top of the world for all to sea, it's time to beam a stream of light (rainbow colors). Come and shoulder with your might. We are traveling out of sight into our dreaming. We are seaing (envisioning).  Thank you God for everything. Everything it's only beams to receive thee, to have golden sheaves (abundance for all). I know the lives of "hand me down", to hold the sake of a sacred frown, but that's not dreaming.

There is a day when we expound, to know of laughter the great sound that is beaming, from every seaming (every crack and crevice). And when we arrive to the other shore, let your brother sister adore, it's a dreaming, all this seaming.  One big rug hold us vine. There we are camels (plenty of water from heaven) all the time, will rolling hills we seek. Hold my hand it's meek (humble praise). Whence we came we are going to run, into the heart of the open sun, we are dreaming. "Dreaming free, all over the beaming". Think you don't know the fabled ways, but I tell you it's inside you say, it's a dreaming. Hold my hand and we will both be beaming. There is love after the mighty war, but we fight for us to adore, it's the dreaming. The place of steaming (fire and water, earth and heaven). Cross the blue with the mighty red, there we find it's a place to shed our dreaming. Come and hold the beaming (rainbow colors that we share, the buffalo rumble because we dare, four sacred directions on the run, to show the world of the fabled suns).

Inside our hearts know the wise, we are victims of surprise, but it's the dreaming, if we could learn to be receiving. There we stand upon the open shore where the space is farther than we could adore, but it's dreaming, we can touch each streaming. Every star that shines in thee, we are willing to be part of this pleased. We are dreaming, to hold our hands again. Then we walk to be one clan, the holy mountain will know reprimand (think of heaven taking out her sword, to measure, divide and share all the spoils) it's a dreaming.  Oh God bring me home to the steaming. We will find the mighty shore, blue cross red and all adore, the yellow flowing, it's a droving (driving droves of herds/heards/echos).

Bring the herds/heards to the floor, let them listen to the mighty door (put their ears to the ground, hear the heartbeat).  We are dreaming.  So much steaming. And when we fight to live our lives, we look at heaven with such surprise, but then we are dreaming, can we receive it once more. Holy wisdom out from me, how could that really bee, but I am dreaming. I can know it's steaming. And where I find the holy rake, the place inside that I stake to plant the seeds, for all to need. We will dream forever.  Now it's time for sacred weather. I pray my fellow man, heal and understand.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums. Sacred Song Blessings for our Golden Grace, Cosmic Father of the Stars of Heaven. Holiness David sends his love as he departs. And a kiss for Golden Grace too.

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Come one and all beyond the sound to breeze the halls of division abounds, for we are a circle belonging to pound, the heart beat that goes round and round! Treasure the path that we walk, because heaven is on earth making her sounds (talk the talk). Sing glory bound, where treasures are making the rounds!

Evolution 2


Thursday, February 23, 2012

One World to Another, One Heart to Another, We Journey For the Sun!

One world to another.  What will become of each other?  One heart, we discover. What we become, we will uncover.  This life, we are given. To begin at the end, we are forgiven.  What will become?  And we create it.  One hand, reach for the other.  Into the sun, we journey inward. Where the source of all life is a sound.  Aware now.  We sing together.  A verse in the song of all creation.  We return now to our Mother.  A song line, of the beginning.  Together, we brighten the night.  A beacon of light for the others.  We sing with the stars for all creation. 

One heart to another.  Each chance.  We will reveal. One heart bleeds for the other.  One thought.  We are the dreamer.  The seeker, the seer and the believer.   May you find kindness and may you find mercy and may you find gladness as you journey back into the sun.  

Golden Grace sings for the Hoops, "Music in my head - no dancing bears". She says, "Music in my head . . . these are the words to the music. Blessing the sacred nine directions."
Hoop 4: Blessed Song I give to you, to know the Sacred Blue. The home that we long to know true, the loving Blue (heart knowing relatives). Where distance is just a call, when you need all that's water fall (tears) and spring will light up inside your heart to find the blue, red illumination's call (finding your spirit)...aho, may your spirit fly!

On Feb 23, 2012, at 1:23 PM, Comfort in the Wind Sunshine Glory Shines <> wrote:
My beloved golden daughter/son/sun of Grace,

I love your beautiful song!  Thank you so very much for the blessing from your heart.  So lovely and full of greatness.  It makes me sigh.

I love the titles you put on your emails"Music in my head - no dancing bears".  You always gift me smile!  Too bad about the dancing bears not being available, but I think they are doing a tour in Wyoming.  I don't know if he is available for any other showings or not.  I put a sample of his moves from you-tube down below that I just received from my mother-in-law Grandfather Helene.
Love and blessings in the nine sacred directions, here's to all the rainbow warriors taking care of everyone's infections.

Love your Grandmother Comfort in the Wind your Sunshine Glory Shines, gray child, elder of the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

On Thu, Feb 23, 2012 at 11:49 AM, Golden Grace wrote:

Haha! That bear had some moves!
Blessing the sacred nine directions
Golden Grace
golden child
rainbow warrior of prophecy

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Come one and all beyond the sound to breeze the halls of division abounds, for we are a circle belonging to pound, the heart beat that goes round and round! Treasure the path that we walk, because heaven is on earth making her sounds (talk the talk). Sing glory bound, where treasures are making the rounds!