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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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)

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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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)

Fairy Tale on Condor's Wings, Where Buffalo Brings and Eagle Sings!

A faery (fairy) tale/tail 
(story, direction)

Floating with whale 
(bellows the red road)

Starry nights 
(heavenly lights, relatives who shine)

Magical flights 
(soul is set free, to linger in the breeze)

On condor's wings 
(destruction of the old, to bring in the new)

And Eagle sings 
(paradise in known)

In Spirit we trust

it is a big must

To walk the Path of Red (law of love, does kiss the red road)

No fight, but peace instead (gathering dove)

Love is given

Blue way driven (black/blue road to heavenly soul)

United in Yellow (dreams are born)

you are my fellow (brotherhood is known)

A gift to all

Rain-shower blessings will fall (descend from heaven)

Out of the sky (embrace of our light)

Wind bellows forth (the place, we lie our course)

Messages of Our Spirit, our Lord (in the wind, our prayers sail again)

Rainbows Unite (gather together)

with arms open wide (receive each other, relatives for sure)

Standing tall (the soul, that directs the heart, proud to be me)

Hear your call (trust self)

I Love You

I Do

Blessed Bee
Sung by Southern Season, your Song of Heaven
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Spiritual Embrace

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S

weet Dreams and a Rainbow from my 

♥ 

Heart to You 

♥ 

and Yours 

♥ 

*•.¸,¸ ,¸.•*´'`*•.¸, ¸,¸.•*´'`*•.¸,¸  ,¸.•*

'`*•.¸,¸  ,¸.•*

♥

Tell me stories, that are bold. I understand, what's been told. It's a heart, we need inside, the song of love, that lends our hide (the skin of our soul, the four sacred directions of the rainbow colors, 

our tools of light, 

the holy temple of the buffalo home, the place we often hide behind, our feelings, that want to touch the sky

).

It's a buffalo home (four sacred directions in rainbow colors, we all carry, we are the rainbow clan), where we reside. 

It's a buffalo home, our paradise. 

It's a rolling hill (rainbow colors) in paradise, God gave us green grass (embrace of oneness), to live in a hide (Rainbow Clan). God gave us love, to feel our pride. And it's a buffalo home, the place I roam (where my soul comes from). God gifts me true, it's blue (relatives true). The heart of me and you. And when that river flows, we are the golden know.  And love is bold, to tell and show, that love guides us on the road to know.

It's a buffalo home, our paradise (dreams come true).
It's a buffalo home, our grand device (serving a purpose).
It's a buffalo home, where rainbows glow (the flesh, the red road, grows).
It's a buffalo home, where God does flow (the soul, the blue road, knows).




Next to the fields, where the creek down wander (roots). Flowers and orchards do reveal.  It's a
place, God gives beginning (circle of life), to share the holy sacred bounty of our love.

Tell me your stories, reveal your heart's soul. Sing me your journey, tell me, what's so bold. Know it's a glory, from paradise told, the stars from heaven. The blindness of the sky, the greatest embrace, I don't even know why 

(relatives to the Rainbow Clan, leading the physical world of paradise). 

But here in my heart, I do believe 

God is here to witness me. I am the soul, that lingers to eternity.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother. 

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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)

Thank You Relatives, I Walk Home To You!

A heart shines bright
Showing from within the light

It warms up (the) Buffalo home
(sacred four directions within me)
Wherever I may roam

The silence in me
I share with all of thee

Spreading it from me to you
I offer it, you can take it, you can do
(dew or feel me)

Take my hand
And just stand

If you just allow
(receive, validate and reverberate)
I open (our) hearts and bow
(humble rainbow crown)

For all of you I exist
(my green spiritual 

embrace of oneness)

A Universal twist
(folding of light and dark in the blue)

That I do try to understand
(seeker of knowledge)
Luckly I am not alone, I have a band
(rainbow clan)

Of relatives who sing the song
Of a heart that does long ♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥

To be free ♥ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥

On my knee
I pray for thee
To Bee
(dream impossible dreams with me)

Southern Season, your Song of heaven

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Blessed Be

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Interpreter White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person.

On Tue, Sep 7, 2010, Grandfather Holy Spirit wrote:

thank you
tania southern season

from the bottom of my heart
my prince...

Grandfather Holy SPirit
elder white person
the perfect storm
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

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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)