Upon the winds of time we sail, to know the heart of all who wail. It's because we are here to embrace our love, our pain, our sorrow, our joy within. And when we learn to show our love, then God is willing to show us heard. There deep inside the winds of time, we sail upon the hearts so blind. But now, it's all going to change, because our Heaven's pour out to sing, and we are going home this day, to show the world a better way!

The Heart of the Matter

Search This Blog

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Grandfather VeroniKA Holy Spirit Teaches Us to Sail the Seas Eternally

thank you
the holy spirit in me blesses the holy spirit in you

sailing the empty space
in each cell
that makes the most within a cell
so that the deep love filled inside
is felt by everyone
not only felt
but also lived

in service to all
I bow my knee
and pray for thee

veroniKA Holy Spirit

who never felt the Holy spirit within more than today
after having taken the rainbow (man) into my heart

thank you for all the support you give 

White Buffalo Calf Woman says, "The Holy Spirit In You and Me, to Remind the World of the Return of Great Spirit Mother Please!

The flight is a gift from me to you, and you back to me again, as all your flights to all children. This is the sailing winds, but when I was talking to Aimee Constant Looking Glass, she the Indigo Prophet to speak, we spoke of the pipe ceremony, and this reminded me of your name, the importance of all your fame.

The flight is what you do, but what is important is the clues, When the smoke arises from inside the pipe, is like the vacuum of empty space. Fire and Water come home to unite, and when the smoke and steam arise, this is the place of eeriness, the place we are beholden to know the truth. You see law is the folding of truth itself, when the smoke arises to be unknown. We follow and look like clouds above, "Am I there or am I not", the Dutchman knows, it's the ghost out there.

We are learning to be one and all, the dark and light that does fall, but Grandfather is the diaphragm, the sails of the human breath. Flight comes from human breath, the to and fro of emptiness, and this is like a ghost that calls, we are here to enlighten all those who call. The end result is the flight, but the place of knowledge is the breath. You are united by this knowledge, and now it's the calm of the muse. When we use the sound of emptiness, we remember the empty nest, the place that we are beholden to, the place with so many views.

Yes, I know you like the Holy Flight, but you are more than this flight, you are the Holy Spirit that teaches us, the way of loving is the empty nest. We remember Great Spirit Mother and all she gifts, this is the heart we always miss. And if we call you Holy Flight, then we do not honor our Great Mother Deer (journey). I know you like this better that "Holy Spirit", yet, I feel beholden to speak of this, for we need honor all the leaves (relatives). Remember our Great Spirit Mothers who need us, to be good servants and kiss the dust. When we bow down to see the truth, then we are more likely to be a muse. These are the clowns who teach us to laugh, and show us the way to ever-last. And if we honor your perfect name, you will show love to the highest name. For the Greatest Spirit is our favorite Ghost, the Mother who guides us with her empty nest. She is coming home to us, sow very soon, and I know you wish to honor her with your perfect truth.

Your devoted servant, Twin Deer Mother, who longs to know the emptiness, the halls of down below, the caves of wombs that do glow. And hopefully White Buffalo Calf Woman, will reach the dream of everyone, to show them that love is law, the coming of our Great Spirit Mother who teaches us to fall, down on our knees we do pray, to learn the beloved sacred ways!"

Warriors of the Earth  

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you for your comments, due to large number of spam mails, we moderate all comments. We are very interested in your comments and are pleased you have joined us in hearts of the holy spirit that sail across the seas.

Fractals of the Dream