Peaceful Wisdom Prayer


Great Spirit Mother

Friday, May 7, 2010

Great Mother Timmerana Sacred Song Blessing Speaks of Magic That Comes True

There is always thunder, where I roll today!   There is mighty wisdom, in the frays (blue tzitzits, wind) of days.  I can hold you closer, to my mind today.  And I wonder what you need me for, sow I can hide away, with you.  In your sacred blue. 

There is always sunshine, where I come to you!  There is mighty willingness to defend and choose.  I have more to say to you, but do you learn?  I have so much glory to preserve, I just cant' choose.  You are all my children, everyone of you.  I give my heart's devotion, without thinking of clues.  I only know that I love you until th e ends of days. I will always bee here, to help you along the way.

Children rumble.  Parents do roar.  But my heart humbles, to the rainbow clan in fear.  I want you to know.  The heart is safe in it's glow, when you purify.  When you look at yourself in the eyes.  When you love yourself and it's always true.  That you are going to bee, the hero, that you sent in me.  I am your thunder, hear me roar, your parents side, the deep and open wide. I shall be by your side.

Always looking out for you child in despair.  Always finding wisdom in all you do down there.  I can see you have much magic, if you only could choose. But I'm no example, when I depend on you.  I know it's true.  My heart is blue.  I am the genuine truth of love, that must flow to you. I always know when your down. I always cry like a clown.  But I never turn away, from loving you, regardless of what you say.  I am always here today.

Rumble my children,  let's hear a call today.  Let us be warriors, who make our hearts sing hooray.  let us open mountains right where they fall. let us build castles, in the clouds, billow the air.  I know you are part of me, my dream always unfolds.  But Mothers do love you, regardless of how bold.  It's not always easy to hate a man who is true.  But it's much more easy, to love the hate in you.  I tell you my child and parent, I come to you when you are sad.  Don't you think, my love doesn't flow, from me to you, to make you glad. 

Ancestors live within us, bellow and through the winds. we yell your name, we say, what do we win, when we go along the journey, to sail away, to new views, the place of me and you.  I am your Great Mother Timmerana, I am here to show you the way.  I come to hold you, give your boldness, find the clues of yesterday, to say, we are going to a new way.

Thunder rolling (rainbow colors of lights), green grass bowling (magical lights, when it tips upside down, valleys and shadows), how does magic flow from me? I know that my heart bellows, to all the fellows, where light does grow inside of me, the reflection of the entire seas. 

(Vision: Beams of light display, shooting down like sunlight beams, colored rainbows, the swivels, like s snaking along the beams, squiggling to the beat of the drum.)

There is a place far away, I don't know what to say.  But dreams come awaking now it's ever present, don't you want to bee with me, your Great Mother longs to sea, the child, that animates free.  Come and sail away, like light beams on a distant shore.  Find along the way, the hope, that you lost before.  Bring your loving heart with you, carry along all the embracing hues, give each love, you need, along the way.  I say, my love will fill you (full of display).

My children, know of me, the Great Mother who lives in the Sea, she holds your hand at night.  She blows the wind for your sight.  She gifts the best of you, to make a heart so blue.  I know you have a clue, my heart is always blue.  I say, God is part of you, always loved, never a part, from the view, only don't you sea, how great you could bee, if you only believed, that I loved you.
  I really do. It's your Great Mother who comes to rest inside your heart of your very best.  I know the clues, that make you, you.  I greet your light, even when in plight.  And now it's time for you to know, to learn and love and grow.  To embrace the lights without, and give your heart a chance to depart, with loving arms.  Shedding all your charms. 

Don't you sea, the truth in me and you abroad leaf, we are part of the whole and we need you sow, plant your seeds, follow the truth of me, the singing song, that allows you to set yourself free. I want you to know, how grand you are in the show.  Allowing for all to bee, the heart of all that purifies thee.  my heaven holds you in embrace.  My love longs to be your grace.  Don't think, I am not there.  I always come in your fear. this Great Mother Timmerana who loves you.  I am here, to sail with you, across the realms, where you are true, the deep oceans, we share with all the views, God (oneness) is inside of you. 

Sacred Song Blessings for the Heart of Great Mother Timmerana, Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star.

Great Spirit Mother Timmerana:  Good bye child for now, if you need me, I am willing to smile, you gift us destiny upon your face, don't be too hard, on what you must face.  We all depend on you, to be the perfect clue, to rising suns each day, to make prophecy stay away, but willing to face another way, the darkness of the truth, that is set out and loose.  You (White Buffalo Calf Woman, a crystal person, sacred interpreter) can handle the dark space.  And Holiness David (Running Eagle, a lavender person, a Holy Living Fire) can handle the light space. The two of you, will shine a truce, between the realms of both place.  Because as you know, we are four great shows, the seasons of time (rolling hills), do want to make things chime.  My child bless you (as one, Holiness David and Calf Woman), take the high road, to fame, to learn to bow, down to gain, it's playing with all the rules but only one law (love), my children do play, but love is here to rule the day! I am coming home, to rule the nest.  My children I pray do the best.  Aho (heavenly flight, dream), collide, with me by your side.  I am here to share the wheel of yesterday and tomorrow we do play, for now we rise up, to shine so bright, within the darkness, my holy might.  You my warriors have come home to me.  I am proud of thee. Goodnight!

Name Meaning of Great Spirit Mother Timmerana and Interpretation from White Buffalo Calf Woman

Timmer (timbre) a tone, to build a home (hum a tune).  Building, awaking the trees do bring to thee, a garden full of company (forest).  Here I build a house, and a people will bee (dream freely), famous race upon the land.  We'll call them a farm (Earth) with Famous People around, who sing to the sound of wood all day, building and longing to play.

Now, I'm a  wooden bowl (timeran, holder of light,
a bowl containing magical lights, when it tips upside down, valleys and shadows appear and pure), that drinks till I'm full (embrace from the dark), and flies the impossible dream.  Where my down (Andrena Timmerana, 1 of 15, rainbow colors of Earth, a type of bird down, the softer inner feathers under the outer heavier feathers) of striped feathers (light and dark), gain light only after the weather (suffering for love).  I am your insulator (keeping you warm with inner light), thermal navigator (outer embrace), keeping you warm, where you do go (flow).  Inside your jackets, your bedding and pillows, my arms do comfort you at night (as you glow in the dark).  I am the heart of love (embracing you), as you desire the air (fluffiness), that adds small pockets of space in peaceful grace, the lofty character of fine taste.  Property we believe, (down) know blessings to please, being packed together in space for eternity.

Light as a feather, compressed, to face the weather, I keep you warm in comfort wherever you may be.  My nest is harvested safely, because you are behind me, and one day, you will be here to comfort me.  It's brown (earth, seed, sow) you know where seeds lie, to face the closest clever bird's nest, where children grow up, and face the world, however blue (relative).  And flight of my children, who dream like bees and members of social solitary species, that protects, the mining features (seeking underground, where all water is found, lowest point down), where my hair gets trimmed every day (precision, like cutting grass down).  And God must be awakened, from my heavy labor, that I am virile (Andrena) to meet the day.  And under this affliction, comes favored grace (Ana), full of wisdom. There the birds do nestle in the planks, the boards of the timbers up above.

Like forests that shelter, we give up some of our timber, to heal and build shelter for everyone, including others under the sun.  We share the world, cut trees to believe, that lumber is the building material that we need.  We construct, strip into pieces, the wood, that is used with variety and shape. All purpose, is to the liking, the sawn timber, does bring liking, to building materials, made from a tree.  Collecting planks to nature, to beam like a river, a woodland, that gave it's life for thee, to become a member of the grooves and the panels, to bring everything upright again to a room. A home to a vessel, that connects the horizon, two by four, open the door, come on in, and let me sing (laughter).  I post in an upright position, while I set rows to the timber, of many trees and shrubs, that sing to the winds.  The forest, is a shelter, to many who seek woodland, it's a place, we leave a trace of where we have been.

An ecosystem characterized, by human and plant life, bringing soil and climate a home, a place to bloom. Here is a biome, which brings all things green (oneness), to full leaves (relatives), where Robin's (bird) Hood (family) lives (a forest) as a plane of the sea.  And on the shore, it left you, the solid ground of the firma, the land where Earth does appear, oh sow near.  As we shake on long distance, we dropped down to the Earth's existence, where the ground did whisper always. Along the banks of the river, I found myself, part of the picture, where forests and trees, found their place, along the gardens of the stream's water front. And I float along the region, where forests follow the river, to produce for economical use. 

My voice finds distinctive, the property of complexes, the sound, a noise, that is all worth.  I am the music singing, the rich and lovely bringing, of muffled tones, a time of truth, a timbre away.  We are here to say.  I have a tone, to hold you closer, to bring our hearts, even closer, the binding force.  The attribute, or harmonic duke (leader), from day to day.  A bell, that rings how are you, the frequency of fundamental, the series of musical notes, that phase in and out.  The quality of bringing a sound to it's funeral, or waking to a spell in fairy land, the integral multiplicity.  A resonance attractive, that imparts voicing wisdom, an action of resonating hearts, chambers to where my breath is let out.  My kiss finds in you, the mouth, that is true, where the nose (knows) inhalates (ah, a heavenly reaction), from street to street, from beat to beat. And now I am carried to other realms, where my actions are complete and colors inundate, in all my sounds, to record and capture, the truth of the known. Music fills the soul.  

Acting to fulfill, the reverberation, vibrancy does bring.  Ringing with character, loud deep sounding exuberance, it's the quality of being resonant. I stride to shrill all the range, back to the green corner, where all the trees grow there, organ pipes, musical stripes, instruments, who reverberate musical jolts.  It's auditory communication that speaks manners oh so true, the instrument of our vocal tones.  Let us shrill with excitement tonight. Let us register, our measures, with green forests, who listen, to the winds, that travel the world, from sea to sea, between you and me, continuously.
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