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Friday, February 4, 2011

Greatness Come Sail With Me, Roar of the Buffalo Horn Leads!

There is a gliding song in the air. It feels like it's going everywhere. My soul is bound to this ride, up up and into the sky. I know it's bound to know life and all it's wonderful strife. And I am going to where the sky does sail into open oceans with clear blue air.
My heart does leap and find a way to leap, when I glide on air in my life.


Come windows (vision) fill me up. Come greatness, let me drink from this cup (of God). There are oceans and tides within me. I come to sail the oceans breeze. My soul does linger in the wind. My heart does jump and shout. I'm going to a place, where heaven is my grace, the open shores of wisdom that leads the way.
My soul is seeking out a way to play.


There I smile upon the wild, where heaven does ache inside of me. And I will be bound, to touch the heavenly sky and make it all fall down. Come heaven, let's act like a clown. Let us heal the world with joy.
Let us feel the open doors. And when sailors come blowing in, let us take their hands and bound us to sea, our hearts will learn of far and wide with each story shared.  If we only dared.


Heaven to earth, that's what we seek. I know it's seems but an open street. But our souls do grow, to hear the show with our relatives in the rain, pitter patter it's hear with us again. And I say, it's glory upon me.  I say, it's time for Greatness to weep (reign rivers of gold). And heaven pour from the inside of me; strum. I feel warm with your love you send to me.  I hope to share this all like a disease (rampantly shared).


Catch this wave, let us play, turn lessons into treasures each and every day. And when there is illness, just pray to be stillness and bring your heart out and say a few words. Share what your heart feels.


Friday February 4, 2011, Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal person from the heart of the Golden Warrior, Roar of the Buffalo Horn (curved space, as the path is always elliptical and on the way home). Aho (may your spirit fly), mighty oceans are known.
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
 

Image: World Tree

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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SUNDAY, JULY 3, 2011

My Dream: Playing Rainbow Colors, a Musical Instrument!

Beloved Roar of the Buffalo Horn,

Your Dream: I had a strange dream last night and thought I would share. I was performing a concert with others (often a theme in my dreams) and was asked to play a very strange instrument. There was a young man about 30 and I was asked by the group if I could play the pores on his forehead. So I agreed, not really knowing if I could, but thinking 'how hard can it be?' I mapped out the pores like pressure points in acupuncture. If played correctly, they would produce overtones in the body...high pitches. When it came to actually playing the guy's face, there were fewer pores than I anticipated. Some were clogged with dirt and others I assumed would be there, weren't. Nonetheless, within the music being produced by the other musicians, I was able to learn to play this guy's face and even found a way to produce the overtones required for the piece. It just took a little relearning. The guy was not excited about any of this, but went along with it and held still. I have had many music dreams, both performing and listening, but have never had such a dream as this! Does this mean anything to anyone?

Your dream interpretation
I was performing a concert with others (often a theme in my dreams) and was asked to play a very strange instrument. 
  • Music and Dance is a language from heaven. These are new languages that are being brought home by the people. You are the golden child, who sends the communication signal, through music.  And as such not an unusual for you.
There was a young man about 30 and I was asked by the group if I could play the pores on his forehead. So I agreed, not really knowing if I could, but thinking 'how hard can it be?' I mapped out the pores like pressure points in acupuncture. 
  • 30 or joy's flow by gathering
  • Forehead is a place of communication. This is our cognitive centers.  We speak through our third eye (vision) through music.  This is the all around or the sonic wave, the circle. 
  • As eternal beings, we know sow very much, trusting ourselves, helps us to remember what our tools are, either from our soul or our flesh.
If played correctly, they would produce overtones in the body...high pitches. 
  • More like harmonic vibrations, higher is considered lighter and lower is more dense
  • In dream space, all is overtones, each of us over each other, as our rainbow colors travel together in time. Those who vibrate together are considered harmonic.
When it came to actually playing the guy's face, there were fewer pores than I anticipated.
  • The reason for this, is that most people don't have all rainbow colors. And golden child, has access to all rainbow colors.  You remember all the colors, however, each of us, do not carry all the rainbow colors. You can only consider the rainbow colors or keys of those who are they (one who is being played as the instrument).
Some were clogged with dirt and others I assumed would be there, weren't. 
  • Impure notes, not harmonic, must be purified in order for the note of the rainbow color to be crisp and clear. 
  • (not there, answered above)
Nonetheless, within the music being produced by the other musicians, I was able to learn 
  • Those who are from heaven (rainbow colors) are children and learn faster, quicker and more in tune with the songs and movement of heavenly throws/throngs/yearning.
  • We are able to harmonize better as a child (versus elders of the soul, primary colors), and feel our way through.
to play this guy's face and even found a way to produce the overtones required for the piece. It just took a little relearning.
  • Like any instrument, you must first figure out the notes which can be played. Once you have this down, it's matter of playing the music in your heart.
The guy was not excited about any of this, but went along with it and held still. 
  • This person did not understand the honor, for we of children of heaven (rainbow colors pastels) who are willing to share. However, like most beings, we are much more tolerant of children's raptures, than we are of adults.  We tend to gift leeway to our children for their whims. 
  • This person was like an elder soul, tolerating the child's whims. Being still is a heavenly virtue. Here is the all around, the sound of the sonic wave (here i stand).
I have had many music dreams, both performing and listening, but have never had such a dream as this! Does this mean anything to anyone?

Aho, open the window, the heart is where we star. And if you are very thar (needs over there returning home), then needs grow into the shores (here, heaven stands still, you I adore), where others will know to open windows (see the glory of your shower of firework show), for the view is clear and all is near, as heaven arrives in the nick of time, to help us all learn to chime.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings

your devoted servant,
elder crystal child, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter
alightfromwithin.org Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

On Fri, Jul 1, 2011 at 4:30 PM, Jeff Siegfried <roarofthebuffalohorn@gmail.com> wrote:

Holiness David et. al.,
The brick is from one of the few roads in northeast Minneapolis that is still in use, though it is slowly being covered by paved over. That piece I found this spring in the artits'  district.  It was broken and off to the side a little ways.

Would love to hear more white Buffalo calf woman..
Roar of the Buffalo horn

On Fri, Jul 1, 2011 at 2:15 PM, White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother <whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com> wrote:

Wow my Golden Father,
Playing the rainbow colors.  The third eye is a mouth. I will tell you more as I can soon.  Will try this evening.
love and blessings.
your devoted, White Buffalo Calf Woman 

On Fri, Jul 1, 2011 at 3:30 PM, Holiness David <runningeagleshootingstar@gmail.com> wrote:


Dear Jeff Roar of the Buffalo Horn,
Isn't the mind's ability to create is wonderful?
Thank you for sharing your dream.  I find it strange to play a persons face...ha ha!

Thank you for sharing the piece of red brick from one of your city streets. 

Question:  was the brick covered? where did you find it (street or field or..?).
Love and blessings to you and yours,
Holiness David

Elder Lavender Child
alightfromwithin.org
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy


On Thu, Jun 30, 2011 at 4:20 PM, Jeff Siegfried <roarofthebuffalohorn@gmail.com> wrote: 

Aho, White Buffalo Calf Woman and Rainbow Clan,

I had a strange dream last night and thought I would share. I was performing a concert with others (often a theme in my dreams) and was asked to play a very strange instrument.  There was a young man about 30 and I was asked by the group if I could play the pores on his forehead. So I agreed, not really knowing if I could, but thinking 'how hard can it be?' I mapped out the pores like pressure points in acupuncture. If played correctly, they would produce overtones in the body...high pitches. When it came to actually playing the guy's face, there were fewer pores than I anticipated. Some were clogged with dirt and others I assumed would be there, weren't. Nonetheless, within the music being produced by the other musicians, I was able to learn to play this guy's face and even found a way to produce the overtones required for the piece. It just took a little relearning. The guy was not excited about any of this, but went along with it and held still. I have had many music dreams, both performing and listening, but have never had such a dream as this! Does this mean anything to anyone?
--
Love and Mercy,

Father Rushing River Grows our Roar of the Buffalo Horn
Golden Child


All things spring up, and there is not one which declines to show itself;
They grow, and there is no claim made for their ownership;
They go through their process, and there is no expectation of a reward
for their results. The work is accomplished, and there is no resting in it as an achievement.

Tao Te Ching
Lau Tsu

Hoop 3: 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!
Here does flow, the heart of gold, that shatters time and space, to bring us home to shine like stones (crystalline stone river), the place of unity that's blessed, the holy sacred nest. Welcome home to Brotherhood, Cosmic Father, the golden child, Roar of the Buffalo knows your tone, because you did call on the phone (song in the winds).
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