Sister Jill Basye-Featherston: buffalo robe is orange (seed), violet (spew, voice), rainbow (curve), gray (spacial). https://facebook/groups/CrystalIndigoChildren/permalink/574184702690427/ A perfect image of a womans rolling hills. A woman who really shows the shape of a woman lying down, the eternal eight, loves rolling hills, time on the shoulders of mankind. Orange: (talking) There is a song in my heart today, I can feel all the waves.... (sigh) (singing begins) flowing......... ringing............sounding............ let us all begin. There is a tumble weed. Feel all those seeds. Walking to light the way, miracles displayed (dark alley row with electric lights hanging to light the path, all very romantic). We are the chosen few/fuge, the longing of time. We are the path divine. We are to dine (on all the seeds and nuts and fruits, share the spoils, share the wilds, the place of Mother Earth, she gifts us more than a smile). Violet: She (Great Spirit Mother, red-indigo, who hooves like a cloud over under about the mountain violet blue) shares a heart beat (drum beating very fast). She shares a mood swing. Clouds in the stars come to dusk. I will catch you, as she falls. I will catch the world of dolls (Mountain stands to hold the world up, with stilts, beaming and streaming the world warp/weft upon the shoulders, like the strong man. Violet mountain shines indigo blue in the darkness of the k/night, where indigos or great spiritual warriors who come to aid Great Spirit Mother. Indigos come to find the trail of the lightning rods, the electrical pods/signal-generator, where the violet provides the strength of the path up and down the lightning rod. The doll is the packet/package, the perfection of the delivery. Let us pray and give way, to the dew that spiritual inside of you. Violet is the priest teaching forgiveness, the pipe keeper, the mountain spews smoke blessings upon you/ewes/lambs of God.). A perfect hostess who needs to be at a party all the time, to bring the sacred wine, tears of joy divine. Share mingle and have fruition, for we are the mission. Prepare your hearts. Rainbow: Come listen to my children all along this path. There are accustomed to the reason of loving blasts. Tell me your story. Tell me it true. Love is the calling coming out of you. Wont you come to the conclusion that I will be standing here. I will be in your heart beat to help you endure. Love is the answer. Love is our fate. Just go on and make music. And love will be our grace. Tell me a good story, then I will know true, just about what you are, what you want to do. Love is carrying the bloom. Gray: I listen to all the children. Everything they say. I wonder what is the mission of their great display. Do they want to know? Do they come on home? Will they be a witness to the sacred stones? I will share my eyes with you. I will share my dreams in this view. I will share heaven along divine trails. I will know about the hammer and the nail (build houses).
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 05:19:49 +0000
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