Winter Solstice Holiday Greetings "Call of the Wild", A Story For You!

Crystal Indigo Children
Hello family of God, We are all learning to become the Perfection within each of us. We know the world is changing and our souls want to fly. But how? And what is our mission? Your "Garment of Lights" gives you all these answers, known as your "Sacred Four Directions". Join us and learn from the Elders who will follow you home... and teach you about yourself. Aho, which means, "May Your Spirit Fly!"

I pick up the stick, my name is "Dawntee (the sun's flight), the Call of the Wild" (Elder from Heaven), and I say glory is the Mother Child.  I wanted to share the wisdom of time, to bring those who are really blind, and if the Elders do not mind, I call to a story to show us the time.  I am the wild, who set them free, to be the call of liberty.

It all started in the wind one day, the many children who were out to play, and we (the Elders) are called upon the fire, to show the world, of the open hire (higher).  The blaze that roared told a story to us, those who listened to the gust and when we are finished, I will explain, the story did proclaim. 

When we started on the journey of despair, all we could do was tear (of sadness) in the air.  And this alone, gave us seas to sail, to offer us a place to and fail.  But in the failure, we did climb from, to see the setting of a sun, and then the happening did occur, the storm set us in a whirl.  Round and round did we go, over the hills and in the snow! (crystalline stone river)  We had so little to keep us bare, but our hearts that were in despair.  We planted and rooted, what little we had, and then a tree, came at last.  It reached up in the darkness of night, and then a small leaf gave out a shout, "Come sunshine, to me!  Come and set me free!  Come and show the world of bloom, that I am here to open and soon".  

Well that's all it took a joy was born and in the night, a spark of life.  A sun was born to the tree that night, and when we woke up from that dream, we saw a sun, that gave to me, the story of the tree, that wouldn't give up, but sought a light to give us the dust.  The roots of yesterday, that sailed the seas, to glory of a joy, that bloomed in me.

Now there are many children outside, they play and make and hide (and seek), they are the offspring of so much joy.  We gathered together to know the ploys (play with joy), each have a place to root and shine.  Each have a glory of a higher mind.  And when we share our glory of yesterday, then and only do we know how to play.  I am grateful for sorrow that came, to give us waters of tears again.  And the heart speaks volumes when we do tear, to know the shadows of our fears.  

Open and flow of the seas, there a river that set us free.  And when we arrive to envelope the sky, the sun shine let us live and lie, down in the valley of open dreams, where the children who are from, the drowning streams, but if we realize, that circle of life, then we can be prepared for that knife!  To cut open the stream of love, the red river (law of love), that suffers from above!  And when we are thankful for the despair, then we are open to relieve our fears.  The children remind us of yesterday, and tomorrow will be full of play.  

The heavens and the earth of one great pool, the oceans of time, that never die to fool, but we always come home to liberty, to the place of gardens, we are set free.  The trees of glory that shames us now, are the same trees that make us proud.  And the story is the roaring fire ablaze, the helmet that protects us in all this shame.  We are the offspring of heaven sent and glory be the day of the open lent (born again, the rising sun).  Rise up sunshine, dance all day, give the sacred blessed living ways, for God is here, to spring us home!  

The Great spirits teach us, that we are never off course.  Trust and all will be okay, but those who remember will lead the way, to follow the fire, that blazes a trail, for the children are all ways the spark of another day!  

I put the stick down.

White Buffalo Calf Woman speaks: Wow what a story!  Blessings of the "Call of the Wild".  Rushing rivers that do bring the heart of cleansing the heart of sing.  I bless the call of the wild man, who brings the story of the open hand. Bless you keep you in our hearts.  Bless you keep you from all smarts (stings of life).  Joy be full inside your hearts, but hopeful you will be glory that never parts.  I know you will be part of the sting, but I say, I hope for open springs, there will be water for everyone, to show the rivers has a rising sun.  Bless you and keep you hoping for more.  Bless you and keep in the rising store.  Bless you and keep safe at night. Bless you and keep in your lullabies. Blessing to the rising sun. Blessing the setting sun. Blessing to your feet on the run. Blessings to the sky full of fun. Blessings, sacred blessings do find the heart of humble in your time.  Thank you for the stories you bring, to bring us to song in all we do bring. Blessings to you, everyone.  Blessings to the wild man, calling the wind, that makes a stand.  Blessings to you, the open hands.

Elders from Heaven and Earth join in Song with You!

Miracle of Delight, the shoes that wander in the night, a Song for the "Wandering Shoes".

Sorrow is laden with all the fabric of life, but sorrow does not the way of love.  I say my sadness is glory in delight, to suffer for those, who do not know the way of plight.  I say, don't you know the glorious way?  I say, don't you feel the heart that knows the way?  I say, I am going to the place over flow, where gardens do grow and joy is over known.  For we shall dance and sing, to open all the springs of waters that is pure and sunlight that endures, to show the joy of life is the living of the strife.

I want you to be the flowing in the breeze the knowing of the joy in life this day. I gift you liberty to know it's all free, just receive the joy in you and you will show the view, the sacred blessing true, in the blue of me and you (the heart).  Lift up your voice in song, and gift us all along, to show the world of love, is going to be full of doves.  Now we are all going in a storm to let out all sorrows known, but at the other side, the heavens do collide, I want to be a part of all this sacred smart, the stinging of a bee that is set free.

The glory does it show, the magic of the know the place of glowing warmth of you and me.  Tell all the stories true, I have to be with you. I need to see the glory of the dream in side of thee.  I need to know the glory of the dream.  Come and hold my hand.  Come and understand.  Come and be the place of dreams tonight.  And tomorrow we will dance, and we will prance all day, and we will bring the children a new day.  I say my glory true, is dancing with you, and my song will lift you to sea a new view.

The stories of you and me, the places we will see, the heart of those who know the glory bee, the flight of dreams it's true.  The heart that knows it's you, the place that we receive the heart of glow, the heart of glow in me and you!  Take a chance and dance, and sing a song of chance and you will be with glory that is set free.  Don't worry about the past, but bring it home at last, to show, we forgive all the certain blasts, to show, we bring them home at last.

Can't you feel the sunshine on your back.  Can't you feel the heart that always lasts?  Can't you see it's true, the love of me and you, just getting us together is a new view, to bring us home together, it's a new view.  The heaven and earth does bring the open ended spring, the youth of waters clear that shows the way.  The crystal showers do, know which way is the view, the waters blessed true in me and you, in me and you.  I say, don't run away, but run to the sleigh, to slide down the mountain tops today, to find the glory bee, the heart of you and me, where rivers flow true in valleys of paradise that's you..........

Elders from A Light From Within .Org Wish You Happy Holidays 

Elders from Heaven (Elders of Water Blessings), Heaven (Elders of Fire Blessings), Heaven (Great Spirits) and Earth (listed here) Grandfather Holy Spirit Sails Across, One Joy Wishing Well, Buffalo Trembles the Earth, Cup of God, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, Sacred Darkness Stands Truth, White Buffalo Calf Woman, Willed One Whispering Silence and Song of all Songs, wish you a great holiday season, even in all this plight, we sail into heaven, with our hearts joining with thee!  Know the Ode to Joy, with A Light From Within, Servants to the Oneness of all creation, and to you . . .

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