Aho my beloved children and grandchildren of the hoops, my heart sings to you all day long,I have a new toy*, it is so grand,
It is a wand that gifts me a helping hand.
You should see it,
glowing with marvelous grace,
he is so happy,
just doing his sacred race.
This magic flows so free,
it is for you and for me,
for the healing of the band,
and the comfort in all the land.
When did I forget that life was so wonderful?
How did I cease to find my own heart?
When did I forget that love was the healer,
to all the sacred darts?
Now, I am remembering,just a little every day.
I am beginning to understand,
a bit of this and that,and to see the holy way.Oh my children, my grandchildren so fine,
if we could see through the thorns,
to see beyond the shame, the hurt
we ARE the precious fruit of the sacred vine.
Remember it has to be crushed to bring forth the life,
the wine that flows with goodness,
that helps relieve all the strife.
It is spirit and it is good,
it is truth and brotherhood.
It is richness, so fine, so grand,
the hope of glory over all the land. I feel your suffering, I know it is great,
the pain of your wanderings,
all over the state.**
So lift up your head,
believe there is hope.
Call out my darling,
into the winds,
over the oceans,
let your love float.Rest your weariness,
upon the breast so sweet.
Let Great Spirit Father and Great Spirit Mother,
hold you close within the holy keep.
Let the winds bring release,
and flow forever true.
Bringing home the greatness,
that is forever you.Grandmother's Blessing for You: I bless the sacred nine ways today, may our gifts and glory bring gold into the hay. I bless the day of joy, I bless the day of pain, I bless the heart that suffers, I bless the holy rain. I bless you in the morning, I bless you as you go, I bless you for your glory, the heart that loves it so. I bless the hatred so true, I bless the weariness of you, I bless the life that flows, I bless the icy flows. I bless the dark and light, I bless heaven and earth that holds us so tight, I bless the open sky that beckons, I bless the sacred earth to reckon. I bless the fire to bring home love, I bless you all, the heavenly dove, I bless each heart to be so free, I bless the monkeys in all the trees. I bless you where e'er you are, I bless the glass, the open jar, I bless you for loving true, I bless and bless and bless each one, hearts of blue and sacred to all of yew *** . Love your Grandmother Comfort in the Wind, your Sunshine Glory Shines, your Missionary Steams, elder gray child, comfortinthewind.blogspot.com*toy - something that brings great joy and happiness. Something for a child (of the rainbow) to play with.**state - A condition or mode of being, as with regard to circumstances like a state of confusion.
-a condition of being in a stage or form, as of structure, growth, or development: the fetal state.
-a mental or emotional condition: in a manic state.
-informal A condition of excitement or distress.
-physics The condition of a physical system with regard to phase, form, composition, or structure: Ice is the solid state of water.
-social position or rank.
*** Yew: White Buffalo Calf Woman Shares: A Yew is an Evergreen old world North American trees with flattened needle-like leaves. A fine grained elastic wood, solitary seeds with red waxy aril resembling berries. Yew is used in cabinet making as well as bows for archery. This old Norse word is relative to the grape and willow. As an evergreen tree, the needles align up perfectly, branch after branch. Always sharing the tree of life. Grandmother, the gray child, is the colors red and green. Here is the between of dreamspace. Within the red birthing ground, the red road and the valley of the sound, where the green grass blooms to our souls. We awaken we are together in a dream. Grandmothers (including gray overlays) feel the embrace and vision of all the children. To feel better than to feel worse, means we strive to improve our outlook of the world we dream. We are together and gray children, Grandmother knows what lies upon our hearts, where the fire ignites to gift to us sight, the vision of paradise. Blessings can come true. Let us all pray for this to be Yew (aligned together on the rainbow arc, relatives on the tree of life)!
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Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam).