A Garden at Play Heaven's Way!

Let us live in the heavens plate today (garden of paradise). Give us along a place to play. And within our hearts, let us leap away, into the place where glory displayed (wonder and awe). I am grateful for this cup of life, how I wish for more than this white (rainbow colors on the red road). There is heaven upon my shore (blue road), open window, longing for us to adore (it's beauty blossoming). Let the dreams in, into our hearts. Let the dream in, far from thine arc (receive on the blue road, away from the lessons on the red road, let treasures be known instead). Let the dream in, inside your soul. Then all will be wonderful open windows (vision).

Here we stand together in a rolling stream, our hearts are mighty learning to gleam. We are true to each other the best we can (we offer forgiveness), just learning how to make a stand (take our positions and duties, aligning with the Rainbow Clan, as well as Man, brotherhood demands). Time is here beckoning near, inside our souls we learn to control (awakening dreams). How we wish upon a star, makes us human, oh be far (stand back and look in glee). We are one tribe in a million (stars in the heavens). We are one tribe that is true (continues relativity and the stone stream). For all our relations are part of this view, the dream of me and you.  Look at those stars. Look how many thus far. We are going to the place, where heaven has a taste of loving streams on the by-ways, high-way, low-waves. There is a place we praise. Heavenly doves (peaceful) come into our hearts, the soul is beckoning for us to arc (bow together). And when we sing our souls will bring, the mighty stallion (soul) running (flight over rolling hills) in our dreams.

We are in the valley of the darkness this far, it's death (rebirth in darkness and tears) and confusion (stepping stone, lesson that reveals, reflection helps us seal - the deal, arph arph-sound of an ocean seal, part of the wheel), I know we must part (divine shards of light), but as we fly in our dreams, we wonder, how far we really are seams (bound and sown). Together, together, our places in time. Together, together, now it's time to chime. Together, together, the song that sings, we are relatives "Mighty We Bring".  Holy are you, and Sacred are we. Heaven merge together, for all to be a sea (envisioning dreams together). And when the weather changes, our saints come to pass (age old wisdom of the flesh), because we are mighty civilians* (peaceful relatives on the tree of life) that gonna last (ancient wisdom of the soul). Yes, we will blast. We will save our souls.  We will be heavenly, the place where earth turns to gold. The place where earth turns to gold (all our dreams come true, peaceful relations with you). 

*Civilian:  The word "civilian" goes back to the late 14th Century and is from Old French civilien, "of the civil law". It was used to refer to judges, lawyers, firemen, police, and other civil servants. Civilian is believed to have been used to refer to "non-combatants" as early as 1829.


Southern Season our Song of Heaven's sacred song blessing, the green child (green, red/crown, aqua, gray), from the heart of our Princess of the House of David. You can find her at song-of-heaven.blogspot.com White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, crystal child (crystal/crown, yellow, green, gray) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, lavender child (lavender/crown, yellow, aqua, gray), elders of the rainbow clan. We three, the House of David, bring hope for the beloved children of the Rainbow Clan.

 

 

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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!

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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)

Song of Heaven Shares the Promise Land, We are a Rainbow Clan

Walk with me in the promise land. 

Tell my soul, I have a band. 

Where we walk my home will be there, because we are a family affair. 

Thine is glory under the sun. I will grow green grass on home. 

Clear fields and a blue sky, I will be here, a light, the straw of heaven's delight.

When I share my heart and my home, I know God is living in a groomed home.  Halls of justice, blow inside the winds, now it's time to begin. 

Where God shows mercury to our sins. 

But the days are lingering by, and so many they don't know why. 

What can I do, to show the blue (relatives true), how my heart leans towards love. I want to serve more than doves.

Its God's world. It's where I feel. 

It's a path that sends me home. 

It's a place, where I do grow. 

Fields of dreams come towards me. 

Hold me closer to divinity. 

And my heart beat will always know, 

that I am God's creation that blows, 

in the heavenly rows, where the corn does grow (a state of higher consciousness). 

My heart is filled with divine love, wisdom that comes from a smile.

And the shepards, come take care of your flocks. Hold them favorably, when we don't lean on our doves.  

My soul will listen to those who do sing, help me gather again. 

I want to share my life with everyone. I want to be a part of this sacred sun. I live to show my glory everyday, it's time for all of us to pray. It's time for God to show us the way.

Listen to spell binding wishes that keep, our souls together, always a step that we reach. I know you need my love this day. 

Wait, I'll be there some way. 

Sisters hold me, lift your voice high. Brothers take care of your wives. 

And when we are listening to the true devoted love, then we can come on home and learn from the dust. 

Earth hold me close.  Heaven lean on me the most. 

I will stand up to your call this very day. I will teach you how to pray.

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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)

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! 

It's What You Scatter, Where Love Grows!

One day, I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.  I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.  "Hello Barry, how are you today?" said Mr. Miller (store owner). "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good," said Barry. 'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?" said Mr. Miller. "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time," said the young man (boy). "Good. Anything I can help you with?" said Mr. Miller. "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas," said Barry.  "Would you like to take some home?" Asked Mr. Miller. "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with," said the boy. "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?" said Mr. Miller. "All I got's my prize marble here," said Barry. "Is that right? Let me see it" said Mr. Miller. "Here 'tis. She's a dandy," said Barry. "I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is t-his one is blue and I sort of go for red.  Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked. "Not zackley but almost," said the boy. 'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble," Mr. Miller told the boy. "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller," said Barry.

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store."

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.  "Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim -traded- them.  Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."

'We've never had a great deal of  the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..' With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:

We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.  Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~

Author Unknown. Story brought to us, by Patricia Malone, orange person, those who plant seeds, Mother in-law to Southern Season, our Song of Heaven, elder green person (red overlay prince/ss), granddaughter to the House of the Beloved (Star of David). Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy.

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I Believe In You, Rainbow Warriors, I Bless Happy Feet for You!

Oct 5, 2010, Southern Season Song of Heaven  wrote:

Hi Relatives,

For all who struggle with one thing or another... I just want to say,  "I Believe in You".  Want to share this song! It is from the movie Happy Feet.

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Happy Feet - I Believe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2zREdFnFig

Happy Feet - I Believe Lyrics

They said you wouldn't make it so far, ah ah

And ever since they said it, its been hard
But never mind the night's ya had to cry
Cause you have never let it go inside
You work real hard and you know exactly what you want and need so believe

And you can never give up
You can reach your goals
Just talk to your soul and say

[Chorus:]
I believe I can
I believe I will
I believe I'll know my dreams are real
I believe I'll chant
I believe I'll dance
I believe I'll grow real soon,

That is what I do believe

Your goals are just a thing in your soul ah ah
And you know that your moves will let them show
You keep creating pictures in your mind
So just believe they will come true in time
It will be fine leave all of your cares and stress behind
Just let it go
Let the music flow inside,
Forget all your pain and just start to believe

[Chorus]
I believe I can
I believe I will
I believe I'll know my dreams are real
I believe I'll chant
I believe I'll dance
I believe I'll grow real soon and,
That is what I do believe

{Beat box part}

Never mind what people say
Hold your head high and turn away
With all my hopes and dreams I will believe
Even though it seems it's not for me
I won't give up, i'll keep it up
Looking to the sky
I will achieve all on my knees
I will always believe

[chorus]
I believe I can
I believe I will
I believe I'll know my dreams are real
I believe I'll chant
I believe I'll dance
I believe I'll grow real soon and,
That is what I do believe
I do believe in me!

[chorus]
I believe I can
I believe I will
I believe I'll know my dreams are real
I believe I'll chant
I believe I'll dance
I believe I'll grow real soon and
That is what I do believe
I do believe.. Yeah...

Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share 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)!


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!

Happy Feet Dance - Like the Way, She (heavenly) Walk and Talk

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On Wed, Sep 29, 2010, Tania Southern Season , your Song of Heaven wrote:
Hi Relatives,

enjoy :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4xeidmjy6s&feature=player_embedded



Win or loose
sink or swim
One thing is certain
we'll never give in
Side by side
hand in hand
We all stand together


Play the game
fight the fight
but what's the point on a beautiful night


Arm in arm
hand in hand
We all stand together


La... keeping us warm in the night
La la la la...
Walk in the light
You'll get it right


La... keeping us warm in the night
La la la la...
Walk in the light
You'll get it right


Win or loose
sink or swim
one thing is certain
we'll never give in


Arm in arm
hand in hand
we all stand together

(lyrics and music by  Paul McCartney)

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Blessed Be
Southern Season , your Song of Heaven
Green person, spiritual embrace
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Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts is united, we share 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)!

On Wed, Sep 29, 2010, Rainbow Mother Esta wrote:
Relatives,

This is a good song.
For me, it's the first song my kids learned to sing on the PS3.
Feeling down? Sing along with it.
Good reminder. Uplifting. We all stand together.

xxx
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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!   For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/whitebuffalocalfwoman

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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)

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
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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
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 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
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Green person, Spiritual Embrace
Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy

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Southern Season Knows, There is a Holy Place Inside!

Come my darling, hold my hand, wishing wells do spring, gushing flowing, gifting love, that's for everything. When we share the heart of the world, there we walk in bliss. But if we don't care for love, then we really miss, the embrace and the kiss.  Sow instead come near my heart.  Sow instead of grieve.  But if the tears follow you, then God will understand your leaves (branching out towards relatives), the heart that really needs. It's time for God to fill our lives, with what we really seek. It's a heart that longs to cling, to God's beloved heart. We are getting so much pain, because we feel it's true, the heart of me and you.

I gather to the ends of time, to feel what lies within.  And where you go, I do not sin, because it's love that glows. Fill your heart with emptiness, the silence of a kiss.  Know it's what lies worshiping, the heart that longs of bliss.  The heart that finds the kiss. We do sail from sea to sea, to join in majesty.  We are going home this day, when we do learn to play.  Come joy, dance with me today.

There we find an open road, the sails do believe.  And a heart is looking for, the needs we do believe.  Come and take my hands today.  Come and feel the waves.  We are going to ecstasy, when we learn to play.  My heart gushes for your love, the seas (all of God's wind) that seem so blind (not knowing).  But if we follow the inside out, there we are like the mouse, squeaking to cling (to life). Speaking in the winds of time.  We are where the heart does flow, the heaven's that seem so blind (glaring light from within, that shines), but full of love, that's mine.

There is time for all our fears, but love will sail away.  If we choose the loving path, then we know what to say.  It's God's road, it's the red road, it's the law of love.  And if you don't think God does rule, then you are not in the show, just think all your blow (waste of a good breath).  Instead find a wave, that clings to your heart.  Instead find a harp to sing, to know glory of God.  We are going to magic lands, where we need to find, the soul of love is in everything, where all is so much blind (a light from within, it shines).  There is a heart that is mine.

Glory to God in everyone.  Glory for all to see.  Glory is the heart of pure, the heart that disbelieves (those who understand love, know, when you are not using your heart), when you don't conceive (not believing in God, the Oneness of all things, instead you tell lies).  Birth is when we wake up.  Birth is when we believe.  Birth is the stage of time, the glory in the vine (connected together). We do sail upon the shores (realms of heaven, even upon earth), where dreams do come true.  But all you have to do this day, is long to be a prayer, sharing all that wear (age or time).  Everything has meaning.  Everywhere we go.  It's a time for glory in the devoted shore.  But if we don't know gather, then we must find the time, because we long to be with each other, Gods merry go round (evolution's pride).  The heart that never frowns (joy is known). The heart that longs to smile.

The road to heaven is purified (sacred blessings).  The road to love is glad tidings.  The road to where our hearts stand still (reverberate the inner glow), that's the peace we feel. There we go, to know other's dreams.  There we go in time.  There we go, to feel the world, when they shutter and find, the holy words are mine (and all of thine). There is sharing with pure love, when we seek the time.  There is sharing when we do care, if we choose this time.  But what we do instead of love, is often walk away.  But glory comes when we walk home, into a heart and pray.  Learn a holy sacred way.

Now I bid you peace this day.  I share my heart with you.  Tell me truly where did you go, when I sent you love?  I want to know, did you have a show, where you did not know love?  There is a holy place inside, the soul that seeks and hides.  I know it's hard to receive my love, but I will always chide.  I am here to believe in still, to bring in peace to you.  And in the emptiness you feel, I fill you up with love, the heart that feels like a glove (holding perfection of you, the perfect fit does know, the heart of gold). 

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (crystal person) and Holiness David Drums (lavender person), for the heart of Southern Season, our Song of Heaven (green person).

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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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!

 

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