The Great Sioux (Snake)

Spirit of the Lake (green grass), envision the Seas, the Ghost (soul) inside of thee!

For "all my relatives" and to the Sioux Relatives around the world, learning to become integral in the world is not going to be easy, but it will be easier for everyone, once the soul is awakened within you. Spirit of the Lake people (Lakota, Dakota, Nakota), realize how great you are, you have suffered for the world, now you have received the highest honor, ordained on the Western Shore, the inner sun rises forth, to create dreams in this storm. You must remember. Pray, bless constantly and seek inside your heart, for we need each and every arc. You are the priestly people of the green grass where new beginnings means the crystalline stone river flows freely, with sacredness and devotion upon Mother Earth. Let us all bow together in a sacred circle. I bless the sacred nine streams and the four directions. Your devoted servants, White Buffalo Calf Woman and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Stars, elder relatives of the Rainbow Clan, the oneness of man.

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Relatives of the Rainbow Clan (you), Another song, that teaches about the snake (evolution path) with images! Reference to this Sacred Song Blessings for the Sioux, the trail of the snake, where the law of love presides, heavenly waves take hold of the pride (the rainbow clan).
Hay-ee-oh, hoke-ta, hoke-ta.  Tell me the song, to help me get along.  Him-hoe, down in the bow, reek-sh/ee, doe-man-ee. http://white-buffalo-calf-woman.blogspot.com/2012/08/sioux-love-law-come-on-home. html

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