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Blow in my song, gift to everyone, let it be known, the song upon your heart, sing a tune while in dance, in all you do and in all your prance, feel a tune, live in there, bring in home (inside your heart), the Southern Wind. Heaven feel the house of home, the southern tome (book of life, that's inside of you, your heart does know). Tum, ta ta det da, tome. Tum, ta ta det ta, tome. We're on our way home! Yes, my tears do shine, relatives of mine! How delightful is time *•♫♪♥♪♫•* Treasures come home just in time *•.¸,¸ *´'`*•.¸,¸ ,¸.•*´'`*•.¸,¸ ,¸.•*♥.
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She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)

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Friday, August 20, 2010

The Invitation

from    Tania Southern Season
reply-to  Subscribe "Hoop 4"  http://groups.google.com/group/indigocrystalchildren
to    Alightfromwithin.org  "Hoop 2"
date    Thu, Aug 19, 2010 at 12:51 AM
subject    The invitation



Beloved Relatives
I just wanted to share this text...

The Invitation by Oriah
      
            It doesn’t interest me
        what you do for a living.
        I want to know
        what you ache for
        and if you dare to dream
        of meeting your heart’s longing.

        It doesn’t interest me
        how old you are.
        I want to know
        if you will risk
        looking like a fool
        for love
        for your dream
        for the adventure of being alive.

        It doesn’t interest me
        what planets are
        squaring your moon...
        I want to know
        if you have touched
        the centre of your own sorrow
        if you have been opened
        by life’s betrayals
        or have become shriveled and closed
        from fear of further pain.

        I want to know
        if you can sit with pain
        mine or your own
        without moving to hide it
        or fade it
        or fix it.

        I want to know
        if you can be with joy
        mine or your own
        if you can dance with wildness
        and let the ecstasy fill you
        to the tips of your fingers and toes
        without cautioning us
        to be careful
        to be realistic
        to remember the limitations
        of being human.

        It doesn’t interest me
        if the story you are telling me
        is true.
        I want to know if you can
        disappoint another
        to be true to yourself.
        If you can bear
        the accusation of betrayal
        and not betray your own soul.
        If you can be faithless
        and therefore trustworthy.

        I want to know if you can see Beauty
        even when it is not pretty
        every day. And if you can source your own life
        from its presence.

        I want to know
        if you can live with failure
        yours and mine
        and still stand at the edge of the lake
        and shout to the silver of the full moon,
        “Yes.”

        It doesn’t interest me
        to know where you live
        or how much money you have.
        I want to know if you can get up
        after the night of grief and despair
        weary and bruised to the bone
        and do what needs to be done
        to feed the children.

        It doesn’t interest me
        who you know
        or how you came to be here.
        I want to know if you will stand
        in the centre of the fire
        with me
        and not shrink back.

        It doesn’t interest me
        where or what or with whom
        you have studied.
        I want to know
        what sustains you
        from the inside
        when all else falls away.

        I want to know
        if you can be alone
        with yourself
        and if you truly like
        the company you keep
        in the empty moments.

By Oriah 1999  Mountain Dreaming, from the book The Invitation, published by HarperONE, San Francisco
http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/

Blessed Be
Southern Season, your Song of Heaven
Green person, Spiritual Embrace
Rainbow warrior of Prophecy
http://song-of-heaven.blogspot.com

Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we fight with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, brotherhood)!


From: Heart Walk Follow Me
    To: crystal_indigo_children@googlegroups.com
    Sent: Thursday, August 19, 2010 4:49 PM
    Subject: Re: The invitation

Blessings, Tania Southern Season!
    
    Thank you for posting this text! It speaks volumes so profoundly, yet so gently. It is though provoking, yet "ass-kicking"! (sorry..didn't know how else to get my point out). If for no one else, I needed to hear this words this morning and this is something I am going to print out and hang on the wall, right in front of my face, over the computer monitor, to be reminded every day that my life is not about me! I am here to serve. I am here to walk a path for a greater purpose and it is high time I picked myself up and stopped whining about my feelings and how I feel hurt and betrayed and everything in between.


    I have a beautiful journey to traverse and I have found some beautiful relatives in this group to encourage me! Thank you for these words that will be my inspiration each time I begin to falter. This text will be what picks me up on what is sometimes a lonely path that others don't understand or often judge.
I thank Creator that our paths have crossed!
    
Love,
Heart Walk
Golden Call of Brotherhood
Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy
http://heartwalkfollowme.blogspot.com   

   
 Grandfather Holy Spirit writes:
   
Beloved Relatives
yes

thank you for posting

t-ss
and the wonderful words you found
heart walk

sometimes i think in english
and when it gets to write
then
the words that come
are simple ones


this is such a wonderful group
here
to
walk together
on the rainbow

blessed be by fire and ice
by rain and sun
by clouds and sand
by stones and mountains
by the being you are


Grandfather Holy Spirit
elderly whitey person
Rainbow Warrior of Prophesy
sailing on the breath

those who seek purity
will be blessed with divine vision
and will see the miracle of life

i bless the world
i bless my self
i bless you
http://holyspiritsailsacrosstheseas.blogspot.com

On Thu, Aug 19, 2010 Tania Southern Season   writes to the second hoop!
   
Hi Beloved Relatives,
at your service...

Heart Walk, I wanted to share it earlier but something came in between and this morning out of the blue I had think about it again and just posted it :) Divine timing I guessss :)...

The text reminds me to value things that are not so valued in life. But are important to me. Yes it is a lonely path and yes misunderstood a lot! But still worth living for!!!

Thank you for your words, thank you for sharing...It reminds us all that we are NOT alone...
Grandfather, thank you for being you!

Blessed Be
Southern Season, your Song of Heaven
Green person, Spiritual Embrace
Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy
Warriors of the Earth  
 

She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)

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