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White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: Human Rights During War, We Bring our Love to You!

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    http://weblessyou.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-rights-during-war-we-bring-our.html Tuesday, February 1, 2011 Human Rights During War, We Bring our Love to You!
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      Tuesday, February 1, 2011

      Human Rights During War, We Bring our Love to You!

      Dog Warriors from Heaven aligned along the shore, waiting to greet the rainbow door (your heart)!

      Come to this earth, I did dream.  I wanted to be here instead of there.  I wanted to join the family below, where light was the goodness of the great glow.  But when I got here, my brothers did call, arms to war, that was their call.  And I wasn't sure what I was to do, but my heart did have a sacred view.  Sow I dug into my heart to tell me which way to go.  I wondered, how to save my willing fellows.  They were ready to fight and die for their beliefs. And I wasn't going to begin to please. How could I hurt my neighbor? How could I begin to fight/find a war?  How did I come to hate that person?  I know Heaven doesn't live in me or win (with hatred upon my heart). 
      Everyone is off doing the battle.  Yet, I sit here wondering what to do.  How can I pick up a rifle?  How can I hate my neighbor too?  I am part of heaven, I am grateful. Earth come to me, it's all but a dream.  I wanted to be part of the faithful. I wanted to bring dreams home to be real, but all I got is such a thrill.  I exclaim, "How profane". What they do in the God's almighty name!  I want to be grateful for brothers who are hateful, but I can't treat them the same. 

      I must reach into my heart and be faithful, to heaven that lives in my heart.  I know it's time for evolution to come and greet me. I know, I'm just a pack with living clowns (sad inside, smiles outside).  They who don't know, how to frown (be sad).  Tears are falling like rivers of reign.  It's the way heaven begins (blue road, lesson, until love is known, then the treasure appears).  Those who are faithful, pray every day, always learning about others and their ways.  Sow I plant my seed from heaven, and bring this to the earth. I am showing harmony and loving perfect liberty (on this girth, becoming my dream). I am standing here to be a friend, helping all my relatives again. 

      Who do I trust, I wonder?  How can I be true?  When all run for their lives, and be grateful, I say, I trust in the Lord.  The one who says, "I believe in God" (utterance of heaven in all things).  The one who bows down like a cloud (rainbows appear).   The one who shares blessings with me in the wind.  The one who begins to display love again.  I will be a child and be "great-full" (I am).  I will subdue any hate within me (forgiveness).  But even if I must defend one (true warrior), I know it's because I must bee (dream, impossible dreams).  

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      Come my children all over the world. Come and share (with) me in prayer.  Come join hands and be faithful to heaven, who reigns this world again. And even if it's looks it's like over. And even if it looks like it's the wind.  And even if it's looks like for ever.  We are the children who begin.


      White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (crystal person) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums (lavender person).  Ark of Heaven (indigo person) brought to us the concerns of those who live in war. We sing for those who suffer under tyranny and we sing for those who fight for justice with love.We sing for the lambs of God, the voice of heaven.


      Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
       
      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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