This is a Sacred Song Blessing from Grandmother Comfort in the Wind. For some reason, I could only upload the first third of the song. It was a long song. So many children in the air not feeling well. The gushing of love that streams is not taking the time to gift happiness or squeals of delight. Instead she feels all of tears your pain and suffering showing up in her eyes. Rejoice Grandmother Comfort in the Wind is hear listening to all of your hearts. She knows, each child is special, but do you know, your Grandmother is special? Work on making it a joy to sea her, to heal her many fears (eyes of the children in grandmother dream space we all bare/bear/stars that binds us together), which need cheers, a gift of love a squeal, the love of a smile shared.
Guns Flying By (partial of the whole song, spoken word) represent streaming lights. I often sea into the vision space as a crystal child like myself can sea clearly and look upon streaming lights. However many are looking or visioning in the dreamspace and can sea and even see streaming lights. Each light that moves is like a shard of light. It looks like a crystal with a point on both sides, but really long, such is the story of the sacred pipe, the more holy the longer the pipe. It speaks about the great journey, as we move through space as beings of crystalline light (you and I, we are the Rainbow Clan). And with elapsed photography we look upon streaming light or colors.
Tugging on the Stream (whole song spoken word and song) continues to share a story about each journey who flies by and how we tug on Grandmother Dreamspace skirts or coattails. Grandmother or the gray children often feel like trains, pulling all the children behind. And the children want to go faster and faster, however the children forget that Grandmother, the gray child needs to take a rest from all this confusion. Only through your restful eyes, can a gray child find their way honorably. Gifting HONOR to our GRANDMOTHERS, the gray children, means we gift back to her great love, with holy eyes, to show we can realize, we are responsible for each other and drive each other closer to the hearts of one another, with true bowing of the rainbow, the promise I will love you forever and ever. I will honor you, show respect for you and try to teach the stories you have passed onto us, the dreams and visions that has show all of us the path to our changing times, the story of evolution. Grandmothers around the world want peaceful hearts, because then the children will become happy, until that day, the frustrations of all the Grandchildren will lie heavy on the hearts of Gray children. Physical Grandmothers show us a part of the experience the gray children act, for all their lives, Grandmother is constantly holding the stream for us to flow through and through this embrace, the reflection of all the eyes gains us insight to each other's heart. Let us be honorable, cleanse each day with blessings and cleanse all our spaces, for our spacial fields to know all the stories on the Great Circle. WE are the hoops of the universe
and we are chained together. Realizing it and making it all better, takes a commitment to love. Learning to validate the stories of all the children, starts with Grandmother's teaching, embrace them and then let them continue on their journey.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, Wisdom River Shines drums, Sacred Horn rattles, Grandmother Comfort in the Wind shares her heart!
Relatives of the Rainbow Clan, alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
On Wed, Nov 28, 2012 at 6:42 PM
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal)
Pray With Elders around the World
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!