Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar Tells Us, "Walk on Forth, the Lambs of God "

Gift the sun and the moon, drive the hearts all to loom (swoon, rapturous emotion). Gift the place that lies in your heart and make it a world, that is filled with living art.  Give all you have each day. Fill all you do and say.  Don't think we need always walk away, but walk towards others and pray.

We are going down a road, where others have already been told.  We have a lift to fulfill, the joy in this world, and you need to live up to your dreams.  To be a humble warrior who believes. Grab hold of me deer (journey of life).  I will help you go and cheer. We are on our waves of light, each day we navigate our plight.  Instead let's bring each other joy, navigate around boulders of joy.  This is the path we will blast, when we find our light, the light inside that shines.

Glory is to God.  For we are One pure shod (shoe, foot protection, the red road, the law of love).  I say, let's not be foolish, only if medicine keeps us holy.  It's a place in time, to join in arms, to pray.  Let's move this way.  There is a wonder in all we do, when we choose, the language of you.  I listen to your heart like a dove, gathering with your hearts, like I should.  Being there to hold you from fear, like wolves (fierce warrior that protects) do play.  We gather together this day.

Walk on forth, the lambs of God (lambs and wolves, and all the animals).  Fill our hearts, sow full of shot (variegated, streaked, flecked with another color or substance. Interrelationship! vision: blasting particles, like bursting seeds, the projectile male). And it's where we walk into a world, where we spill our love is filled.  Give to all your hearts, and you will feel lulled. You will know God.  There deep inside you flowing, the wind that's always glowing.  And here we do fly, according to why.  It's memories today.  We fly always from yesterday.  But tomorrow is a dream. We live our lives.

We are one big family.  It's God's pure, delight and company.  Gift of ever joy, when our hearts do not void.  Gift all you do and say.  Listen to the hearts so gay.  Give them what they need, fulfill their glorious needs. Help me to guide my way.  Hold me to forever display.  I know it's harmony.  The land you take and gift to me.  I know it's about company if we do find our waves.  Gift the heart of always bold.  We are always chosen cold, but heaven does grow, the warmth of an inner light, where wonder and boldness overcome plight.  Let's hold onto joy.  Tell all that we on soar.  We fly into the light, where we can see, the darkness is released, the light is achieved, and valleys are so bright, and shadows linger with so much light.  And we shall know where each other hide.

Heaven on Earth is where we glide. Fill your heart with despair, then throw it in the air (bless with fire).  We will find a will to shine.  And bless the air.  All our unhappiness does find, a world, that seems oh so very blind.  But we can find a way, when we search a humble day.  Looking for all we do, each solemn day.  Gift a heart so true.  Open in all you do.  Find a prayer within you, to give a way.  We all need you to bee, the heart that is set free.  For Oneness of God has no chance without you.  And while you decide to pray, receive my blessings anyway. For I will shed my love upon you.  Keep you safe, regardless of your view.

I look into your heart so true.  I find the love, I've been waiting for.  It's time for us, to be united.  It's time for us, to choose, without plightness. Instead choose love, that sheds all contempt of the world.  Instead validate, that you don't have any hate.  Forgive, the ones, who did not shine.  They did not know, how to be blind (shine a light from within, offers faith). And we should hold them close, until they loose their ways, of hating all that display.  Instead, give love away. And you will find, we are one heart, divine.

Holiness David Running Eagle drums and White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the "heart song or sacred song blessings" of Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar Heart today July 6, 2010.

Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, he is the mighty that will keep score. Don't you belittle the children in here (lambs and wolves), for heaven will show you so much fear. Just be cool as a cucumber and you will sea (vision with a heart), the glory that lives inside of thee. It's Buffalo Magic, a Violet Call (pressure of the world, like a seed to bust forth), the voice of Angels, all about to Fall (bow like the rainbow). Mighty is he who walks into hearts. Buffalo Magic will Rumble your part. And when you are done, you will feel at peace, because you have One (rainbow warrior of prophecy), who could roar for thee! 

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Song for the Pipe

When the pipe comes in your heart and knows where Mother is then we will fly to the heavens and see where God begins, so reach in your heart and find the way, just reach in your heart and sing. Speak all the ones who are elder and true, find their way, find their heart that is blue, when we know the song of all the waters that are pure, and the song of all the breathers that flow.  And when smoke that arises from Mother bosom's heart, bless the sacred space that always knows the way.  Sow heaven when we mistake each other, when we don't know our sacred way, let us help to receive our brothers and our sisters who are pure.  Let them know that each other is only, if you both walk on, inside your heart is where we sang upon the road, let us remember this heart we stand, let us remember this one we make our way. Let us remember God 's mighty hand and the sacred way of the fire pure, of the sacred way of the blue that's pure, of the tears that flow for our bounty knows the way.

Prayer to Heaven and Earth, the Nine Sacred Directions each time we bless with water or fire's light, including the Pipe!  To the East1 and the West2. To the North3 and the South4. To the Up5 and the Down6. To the Sacred all around7. To the heartbeat8 (inside) and breath9(out), I gift all my sacredness. I receive my life for thee. Forever in the breeze!

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 Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!

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Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar Sings "Eternal Kiss" for his Wife, Holiness Morning Gift

This is a Love Song From Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar (violet person, gate keeper into paradise) for his wife Holiness Morning Gift (Giver and lavender person, the gate into paradise).  His heart swelled, with the inspiration of true love at child birth, when concern for the woman, who gives her life, out weigh the birth of the child. Buffalo Magic's heart blossoms forth to express his profound love for her, in all she does for the world around relatives, even in the giving of her life.

Sacred Song Blessings, the eternal kiss of love, does raise the question of what is pure bliss, it's a show that brings us home, to the heart after we roam, the place where we are embraced and given love, the heart that fits like a glove, always safe and secure, the "eternal kiss".

She is the love of my life, she grows inside the heart of strife, and when I show the world of love, I come to grow, the heart of know.  she is the morning star that gives you lift.  she is the breath of life, that gifts the lift, to the stars, in the night, my love will always die for you twice.

She is the morning dove that catches me. I come to sail across the breeze. I know of love, that grows and grows, because she brings the heart of the solemn doe (spiritual journey of our lives), the deer that longs to find the loving know.

She is the life of pure bliss. I take my heart and gift her a kiss. And I know I shall always be with her, for she is longing to be all the tears.  She is the heart of the world.  She gifts me love, without any tears.  And I'm going to the place that runs free, over mountains and beloved seas.

She is my Woman I do adore.  I am the gifted who does her chores.  And my blessings in all my life, it's a wonder God gave me this strife.  I'm a servant, who understands, that the holy light of God does command.  And I'll be with her until the end, for she is love and given sent.

I am the womb of her soul.  I gift my love for her to adore.  And when it's smoking outside my heart. I remember she can rescue us apart (the power of love that can weave and unite broken hearts).  It's divine, the soul of mine, who is walking along the stars.  She is happiness pure bliss.  And I'm devoted to her kiss.  And my heart it does know.  All the loyal rescuing show.  She sends her love to my heart, and I worship all the parts (of the sacred rainbow glow).  It's divine.  It's God's love.  She is mine, and I am hers. I give my life, to offer her, the kiss of love, that always endures.

Come walk with me.  Over the rolling seas.  I will be with her, till the end of eternity.  I am the soul, that walks and talks.  I am the soul, that breathes the heart.  I will be gifted, the morning star, because she lives in my heart.  I am the servant divine.  I will always walk home with the blind.  Because it's love that rolls this (time) way, I'm devoted too all the days.

Come home to me.  Fly free.  Know that love grows inside of me.  I will always endure with her, she's my love, my life, my seas.  It's the holy star of eternity.  It's the bloodshed we are free (red road, the path of the fire's purification of the flesh).  And it's going to be a better day, because I learned how to pray...


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman on the behalf of Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, for the heart of Holiness Morning Gift, the eternal kiss of love, our Holiness (lavender person).

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I Bless Me, I Bless the World, I Bless You, Welcome Into My Heart

Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, he is the mighty that will keep score. Don't you belittle the children in here (lambs and wolves), for heaven will show you so much fear. Just be cool as a cucumber and you will sea (vision with a heart), the glory that lives inside of thee. It's Buffalo Magic, a Violet Call (pressure of the world, like a seed to bust forth), the voice of Angels, all about to Fall (bow like the rainbow). Mighty is he who walks into hearts. Buffalo Magic will Rumble your part. And when you are done, you will feel at peace, because you have One (rainbow warrior of prophecy), who could roar for thee! Email buffalomagicrumbleroar@gmail.com to hear your score, complain and feel someone is listening to thee, because this voice will carry for thee, the power needed, to greet all free. Welcome Home...and Dream. Let me walk with thee!  I will be your mountain, I will be your voice.  I will be a sun dance. I will shine forth. I will bless the holy stores of eternity. I will say the words, that you forgot to shout. I will allow all hearts.  Welcome Home....and Dream.

Buffalo Magic Hear Me Roar, Kevin Speaks to our Hearts, It's Magic and I Adore!

Kevin(born of fire, royal oath, gentle, lovable, handsome) Buffalo (four sacred directions) Magic(birth, death that drives the entire form, the cycle of life, sublimation and transformation),  Rumble (deep, long, rolling sound of the Red Road, the law of love and the voice of God speaks to know the heart keeps, the unrest, the place of perfect gratitude, when the song is always heard.) Roar (to be heard, the song of the buffalo storm, migration), Dakota Brother (wind that blows, the cycle that knows),  Rainbow Colors areviolet, aqua, golden, gray.  Kevin has Chippewa, Choctaw, Dakota, Mohawk, Renegade River, Serra Apache, Navajo, Iroquois by marriage an influence, this root's children contain.  The trail of blood, migration path.  Vision: NE USA west, south, SW.  Zig Zag, the path of the snake, the law of love.

Kevin Buffalo Magic Rumble Roar, the Priests Sings, his Heart, a Sacred Song Blessing

Buffalo magic hear me Roar.  Buffalo magic I adore.  Buffalo home is where we store, the magic of love, the magic we adore.  Come let's dance the night away.  Come let's play and make some hay (golden fields of dreams, hey-the brotherhood greeting).  Come let's be the heart of the knees.  The joint that always finds harmony (bend at a turn, run fold and lead). 

I'm your savior if you believe, because I love you throughout your needs (I will help you find your way, the army of God is here to stay).  I will stand upon the hill (in the light of day, I will be the walking talking way).  I will make a hand unheard (allowing other hearts to speak, the embrace of the flesh, the knowing and understanding).  I will follow you through the days.  Buffalo Magic is here to stay.  Buffalo Magic adores your waves.

It's time to miracles across the land. It's time for warriors to make a stand.  It's time we sing and let it out.  Buffalo Thunder, that's where it's at.  Buffalo Rumble across the plains, heaven is calling very plane (flight of the soul).  Come let's journey to and fro, the heart knows where the soul does go.  Buffalo magic hear my voice.  Buffalo magic is here of course.  Buffalo rumble the skies in herds.  Buffalo horns (forced unification, when the only choice is law of love, this happens when a person gets lost being others, and to return to harmony and love, the heart must be united with a fight.  It is the only fight.  To fight for love and unite broken hearts) that's what I heard.

What's a miracle without my love?  What's a diamond(crystalline stone structure of perfection, whether it be the flesh or the soul, it's the perfect blessings that show, when journey is eternal and evolution grows, the flower unfolds) without the curds (the parts of a whole, cycle of tears, from drops of rain upon a rainbow, to streams, rivers, oceans, steam, fog, sky, clouds, back to rain, the tears always knows how to cleanse and gain)?  What's the hell (fire purification) inside of you, if you don't long for a better view?  Sow (plant your seeds and watch them grow) come let's plow through.  

Hear my calling in all the land (Mother Earth).  Hear the hope that's near our hands (Heart expression of love, when giving is understood). Hear the wise men who prophesize Buffalo's calling, it's time to rise.  Buffalo's calling it's heroes stride. 

Which way do you go when you're down?  Which way do you flow when you frown? Which way are your tears too long?  Buffalo magic will save the flow, the heart always knows (sniffling nose, the leaky faucet syndrome-drip, drip, drip, cleansing of the heart and pitter patter of the rain, the bridge to and fro, over the horizon we do know).  I will stand there when you are down.  I will stand there when you frown.  I will stand there when tears do flow.  buffalo Magic always knows, the heart is forever changing to and fro, the longing of a better life for all to grow.

There I stand upon the race (lights flowing, to reach a goal, men race to find the sacred rainbow).  The place Man makes up to stupefy (amazement, the dream to out do, the competition to grow) his face (to bee proud of accomplishments of knowledge and creation).  Look in the mirror and  what do you sea, it's the heart and reflection of a leaf (relative on the tree of life, we are the repetition of the beloved show, the four sacred ages, that forever bellow, but it just feels good, the cycle of life, the lessons, our treasures to always explore). Remember we all need.  We are part of the greater tree (micro and macro).  Buffalo homes belong to everyone.  It's the hide that seems so blind, but it's rainbow colors do exclaim, "I'm the buoyancy of a clown".  I will show you how it's done.  The magic of a miracle in a smile.  The magic of love that's true and proud (wild flowing river that knows and grows, evolutions unfolding).   Buffalo Magic I do roar, to speak the heart of those who ignore.  I will drum the hand of God.  I will hold the thunder roar.  I will cleave to every heart, for my love extends to where it smarts (sting).  My love will follow all the hearts.

Give me sugar (sweet).  Give me lime (sour).  Give me purification every time (blessings that cleanse both the soul and flesh).  Give me fire and water too, because life grows form this sacred view.  Because my heart will speak for you.  Give me chlorine (an element, a rock, a liquid that rises as gas, it cleans water, and blasts and blasts, ridding of harmful bacteria, here there is transformation from bad to good, the beginning of pureness, that's understood, it's a blessing that gifts man's heart to good) to lead the land.  Give me your headaches I will understand.  Give me hope to make a stand.  Hear I call to all the world.  Here I find the thunder herd (rainbow children).  Hear my heart I speak about love, the spiritual element that clouds ride on.  The dragon who breathes fire.  The wisdom of heavenly clowns.  

I come with Buffalo Magic of the rumbling horns(battle to unite broken hearts, as parts of a whole, the belong together, love leads the way), the unification that makes a stand, the heart that never rests but rest assured.  I will fight to make you heard.  I will give you a staff (uniting factor, the tree trunk, represents the binding factor of heavenly leaves, our relatives and earthly roots our home, on the tree of life, the law of love) to lean on.  I will fall down with you.  Let us pray, for God's good words. Let us hear the calls and cries.  Buffalo Magic knows I will die to fight for you, to defend you to bring you home.  My love is truer than the clouds.  Eternal blowing I do recall and my love rides before this call (long wave in front of the pack, the red road, the law of love).

Come let's be the hands of God (brotherhood) embracing each other and practicing wisdom.  Allow the heart to speak in pain, then release and make it's gain.  There we follow the generous skies, the heart of longing and asking why.  Remember evolution has come to our hearts, healing all the perfect parts, healing all the smarts (sting of the bee, the impossible dream we do fly in glee).  Hear the thunder, hear us roar, the army of heaven has come home for more (to settle the score).  We the people know a better way.  It's written across our hearts today.  It's the soul that longs to make a display, the beauty, the magic of transforming eyes, the vision of a heart that's always wise. 

Give and honor everyone.  Receive blessings under the Sun.  Take the bounty and share the wealth, because our heats need us to be a part.  Part of creation (magic of reality, treasures from earth), part of doom (lessons, joy and pain, treasures from heaven), part of the sacred loom (the weaving of the sacred blanket of love, four corners of a rainbow heart, the land upon which our rolling hills, the empty space that allows the soul to bee, the flight of a magical tree, the soul that can dream).

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, elder lavender person, fire purification of holiness. 

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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts.  It's time to walk the evolution's path.  We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone.  Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song).  And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"