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!

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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

A Drop (a Tear) - A Wave - Or the Ocean Itself?

once there was a little raindrop
in big colorful cloud
the sun shone
into the cloud and said

come on little one
come and fly onto the earth

and the little raindrop
shed no tear
but came down
sliding on a golden sun ray

while sliding down
it saw
that there where so many colors
within it

full of joy it said
o wow
come on my raindrop friends
come with me
let*S see
if we can merge the colors

there is green
there is red
there is blue
there is orange
there is yellow
there is gold
there is silver
there is pink
there is violet
and even lavender

come on my raindrop friends
let*s get together

wind came up
a soft wind
I care for you
I will show you the place
where you can drop down
and find lots of your friends

and the wind made the raindrop change the sun ray
so it finally found a big wave
full of white and green and blue and gray

now another part of your journey begins
whispered the wind

you find it yourself
I will leave you now

a swizzling (bizzling) kiss
and the raindrop merged with others

was thrown into the sand
kissed the sand
was taken back
oh what a ride this is!!

back and forth
up and down

within and without
where I am
I do not know

a little step
I take this little step
shall I really take it

I do it

and let me sink

reads simple

I knew from the ride on the sun ray
I just have to step down

so I let me sink in

In what?

I am not the only one on this

and I sink deeper and deeper

till I am as deep within as possible

and there I know

we are many
without us many
this ocean would not exist

I am the little raindrop

when I was part of the wave
I was the wave

now I know

I am the ocean too

I love you the one within me
I love you the other within me
I love that we are we within me

we are the ocean

we are the one

Sings VeroniKA Holy Spirit Sails Across the Seas
The Song of the eternal that belongs to you and me!
"I am"

A drop, a tear, awaken in me, the song of eternal brims over to the seas, and I will be part of all that lives, in the sun light, the darkness that gave life to me. Gift me the ability to be with thee, the part of longing that I need to see, and when we are together, my heart sings, forever is eternal when I am with thee!  

Come hold my hand and speak of the sails, come hold the tail and let us follow you, and when we go round and round, to the other shores, we come to hold God inside the shores.  I am the heart of all that speaks to me, and I will spring life in each tear that bleeds.  And when it's all over, the sails do need, another drop of water to bring me free.

To and fro my heart sails, to and fro my breath speaks and when these shores unite inside of me, I know that I am forever to be free, for sails fly eternal across the seas.  My heart whispers come home to me, and when you shower the drops to be, the rain and it's abundance gifts me more than I could see, for the swelling of a heart that's full gifts me breath to yell free.

I am here today to speak of the billows of air that carry the raindrops and carry the air, and when we come together, we are here to be, the heart of Angels from heaven upon the seas, my home Mother Earth promises where we will be set free!

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings glory, glory hallelujah, to all the seas, where my heart longs to be set free, and this is because of Grandfather who brings to thee, the heart of a teardrop, the heart of me, and she our VeroniKA Sails the Seas, the Holy Spirit reckons with all the leaves, that we are here together and none of us are free, until we merge together so we can sea (vision of the heart).

Warriors of the Earth  

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  

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