Indigo Cole Buffalo Robe (four directions in rainbow colors): blue, magenta, golden, gray. You are the blue child https://facebook/groups/CrystalIndigoChildren/permalink/574178839357680/ Blue: There is a story in there, the waves are crashing near. There is a story in there. I must sail to get over to that shore, to open that door. That is where the story will tell where to wail/whale. Sing joy out loud. Send hearts that pound. Let us always know this wave. And when we are sad and down, let us lift expound to find the oceans waves. Up and down, to and fro, its an ocean that will grow. With each tear that does sing, let our hearts (really) ring. Blue and Magenta fold into each other. Sow Indigo Cole folds into self. There inside is a golden light illuminating, mixed up colors of the Rainbow Clan, such a demand. Blind, a wash, always a river spilling inwards. One cannot see clearly, even with the light. And this golden light is dimming due to the streaming of the blue road, a darkening effect of the green breath of life, the vehicle of the spiritual. Relative is like a relaxing pool at the side of the river, natures jaccuzi, with lots of bubbles. How sweet. One must pass through to get to the knews. Magenta: She sounds like a 1000 horses running. She sounds like a million miles away. And rushing at me is the winds of the children. Singing angels show this great display. He is sounding like a horse (leader of the pack) with many stallions. He is sounding like a place where we could swim (oceans of time). And with this a notice to mention the host. Come one, come all in the wind. We are dancing and singing to make the most of this day. Let us go prancing gifting to everyone today. Love is chance encounter. Let me sit by you for awhile. Love will put a smile on your face. Golden: There I stumble to catch my breath. I want to share this sacred nest. Come one come all and heave and hoe, it is time for us to mow (all that green grass, spiritual mass). Let this river inside of me flow, I want to glow. There is a place where the rivers cross and snow, I want to glow. Tell me your story, then I will know where to flow. Tell me your glory, its one big shell. Gray: Let it be a story tree, all the branches bow to thee. Love is the waking call and I am a mission after all. We are a bundle from this tree. Love stands with me. I can catch this wave. Love stands with me. I will share my shore, help open doors. I will shine for thee, liberty. Whitebuffalocalfwoman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for our beloved Sister Indigo Cole, our babbling brook where the dew rises and shines.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 04:54:51 +0000
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