Those who share thier Life with Love,Peace & Joy............................My Lord Sananda, The Christ,The Master Jesus,my Brother. my Friend, my Guiding Light................
I love him so!...............
Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron ............................................................
............................ This Film clip is so special to me! ~ When I had my life as Morning Star I had a favourite horse that was also my best friend. The connection between us was very strong. He was a light grey, with darker grey small spots of colour and darker grey hair. ~ He was always with me and I with him ~ I passed over at a very young age in that life, in my early twenties ~ so I look at Spirit Horse of the Cimarron and its almost as if I'm back there again with my favourite horse ~ so strong the feeling! ............................................................
........................Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun.
..I had a dream - of the wide open prairie,
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky,
I had a dream - that we flew on golden wings
And we were the same - just the same - you and I.Follow your heart - little child of the west wind,
Follow the voice - that's calling you home,
Follow your dreams - but always remember me
I am your brother - under the sun.We are like birds of a feather,
We are two hearts joined together,
We will be forever as one
My brother under the sun.Wherever you hear - the wind in the canyon,
Wherever you see - the buffalo run,
Wherever you go - I'll be there beside you
Cos you are my brother - my brother under the sun ...............................Broken Arrow ............................................................
................. With heart of fire, the dance of the Buffalo Spirit echo’s around midnight forest.
Shadows of Brothers through the eyes of others.
The Great Spirit watches silently through staring Owl as Braves call out into starry sky for food and warmth to pass them by.
The one who is ‘White’ has allowed their need.
The following day upon his Steed, a Chief leads forward to distant thunder.
A thousand hooves emerge through clouds of dust, the Earth does shudder.
But before it begins, a silent thought calls to the Soul of the Buffalo and asks that it may give its life, praising its Spirit for doing so.
When all has been done, Drums sound in celebration.
That was then, that was my dream when Wolf and man drank from the same stream.
But now my Brother, so bold and old, settles down to watch T.V. Gold.
With Whisky as his Brother, he has lost his Mother who spoke through song of Bird, rustle of Leaves, a Cricket chirp, a flock of Geese.
Distant now and faint the sound, of Indian song, a time long gone.
All that remains from those days,
All that remains from those Braves,
Is a Broken Arrow that hangs on the wall,
To tell the story of the old ways, when the Buffalo called......................................................
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Deva Premal & Miten - Gayatri Mantra
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O Thou Who givest sustenance to the universe,From Whom all things proceed,To Whom all things return,Unveil to me the face of the true Spiritual Sun,Hidden by a disc of golden Light,That I may know the Truth,and do my whole duty,as I journey to Thy Sacred feet.
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The Gayatri is perhaps the most beautiful mantra there is. It's sound is so divine! When it is sung
or chanted it lights up the room. Traditionally it is sung during sunrise and sunset. Often this is
while before the sacred fire or while facing the sun. It is a lovely experience to sit facing a beautiful
sunset and softly perform a round of Gayatri. The Gayatri Mantra is to be found in the Vedic text
the Rig Veda Samhita (Book III: 62.10), considered to be the world's oldest religious scripture. It
is likely to have been chanted for hundreds, if not thousands of years before it was recorded in
this text. According to tradition it was first cognized by the Rishi Vishwamitra, who himself is a
form of the Sun. Rishi Vishwamitra is the embodiment of tapas or ascetic force and his mantra
carries that power of light, energy and transformation. The mantra's name, "Gayatri", is thought
to be from either the words gayanath, meaning "what is sung", "giving of praise", and trayate,
meaning "preserves", "protects", "gives deliverance" or "grants liberation". Another perspective
differs somewhat, suggesting that it originates from the words gaya, meaning subtle vital energies
(e.g. prana), and again trayate, as in the previous source. Either meaning however serves to cast
light on the nature of this solar mantra. Traditionally, the Gayatri is used to develop intelligence,
knowledge and wisdom, and to safely expand one's consciousness.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When all the trees have been cut down,
when all the animals have been hunted,
when all the waters are polluted,
when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
only then will you discover you cannot eat money.Cree Prophecy ............................................................
.........................................The Rainbow Warriors
Earth, Teach Me..........................................................
.............Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.........
Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.........
Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.........
Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.........
Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.........
Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.........
Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.........
Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.........
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.........
Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.........
Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain................................... A Ute Prayer.......
Amazing that these conditions still exist and are Legal!!!
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http://www.coasttocoastam.com...............................
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RAINDROP ............................................................
..........................Life is like a raindrop within a Mountain Stream, washing over the rocks of Life .. we travel over different rocks as we journey down the Mountain .. but it is always the same water.
We join other raindrops in the stream, as we journey home and as 'One', we become life itself ..... life for all Life .... and life for our Mother Gaia.
Some of the Rocks may be sharp and jagged, but as we flow over them, they give themselves unto the flow of Life, becoming smooth and rounded.
There may be large Boulders in our way who refuse to give and stand against all that is .... we flow around them, they may change our direction for a moment, but then we continue on our Journey in the knowledge that one day, after many years of raindrops have passed upon them they will eventually give unto the flow of Life.
As we flow along we give life to all that we reach out to.
Flowers bloom; the insects and animals flourish and the earth becomes rich around us
Even though we forget it sometimes, we will always be the beauty of that raindrop falling from the Heavens through rainbow light, until one sunny day when we are called again to become the messengers in the sky, travelling across the Land, then falling again through rainbows, upon another mountain, to become another Stream......another place ...... another time.....
But we will always be that beautiful raindrop.
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Channelled for Swanee my friend.
February 2009
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Swanee's Beautiful reply ............................................................
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.......................... Even though we meet here in this puddle of tears,
were we once not great, my friends?
Did we not descend from the heavens?
Were we not sparkling drops in rainbow skies,
raining gently upon the soft flowered lands?
Always changing, forever ourselves,
peacefully floating down the glistening streams,
racing with the rushing currents,
falling blissfully over the shoulders of Grandfather mountain.Into the waiting pools below,
there we would meet again, my Love.Swirling together as One,
evaporating in ecstasy......
we would find each other again in the clouds.How we did laugh,
while running over the vast plains of Light.Thunder booming in the rolling mist,
Lightening crashing beneath our feet.Remember my friends.............Remember................................
......................................(Inspired by my dear friend Morning Star's poem, "Raindrop")