Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising
Ka old soul Oh it is written The Ancient Ones will rise again I bow in complete recognition The Bird Tribes are rising
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising
Ka Old Soul It is legend The Ancient Ones will rise again See my soul of different colours See my feathers worn from within
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising
Oh come sit by this fire Warm the seeds you’ve sewn Time travellers how far we have flown Are we not birds of the same feather? Is this not prophecy? I rise up for I remember All of Creation Is inside of me
Ka Ohlungwo Ilungwo Ohlo Lungwo Wei The Bird Tribes are rising.
Cleaning my filing cabinet I recycled many old papers, it was such a potent time I felt compelled to light a candle and make it a ritual of release.
I came across a printed sheet with something inspiring on it, so am going to share it with you here.
One very important thing to learn, to improve your life metaphysically, is praise. It is about this time of year when we begin to think of family and friends that we know to identify blessings in our life. Here are a few suggestions.
1: Write down the names of your family, friends, and coworkers.
2: By each persons name write down something beneficial they have contributed in your life (even things that were “l sons” of what not to be.)
3: Recognize that because of ALL incidents in your life you have become what you are today.
4: Now write down all of the good qualities these people have taught you.
5: Each day between now and Christmas make an affirmation that says “I bless the quality of ____________ that grew in me because of ____________, and I bless (the person) ____________ who strengthened that quality in me.
6: Say it several times a day and see miracles that can occur in you, in your personality and in the personalities of the people around you.
7: You are proving the power of using spiritual laws in your life. Your faith is stronger. You begin to expect greater hood than you have ever had before.
These days, I have become a collector, Tender of the flimsy, yellow, and still…
Putting one foot in front of the other, I take the formless to heart; and I fill
Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine. Utterly beside the point in straw hat And fussing with flowers, I am consigned Neither to here nor there, to this and that.
Long since the Furies cried, I’ve been alone For gods don’t rejoice in the death of two.
Doggedly, like Sisyphus and his stone I push, but second chances are so few.
When I stumble, kind eyes avert their gaze And we fall each time I look back, these days.
Wise men say that rushing is violence And so is your silence when it’s rooted in compliance To stand firm in loving defiance, make art your alliance Give voice to the fire
Move people to the beat of the wind Gather yourself and begin to dance the song until it ends We are winners, champions of the light Forming in numbers and might, keep the truth close in sight
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Find your teachers in the voice of the forests Unplug, you can’t ignore this, wisdom of the voiceless Remedies are bountiful and surround us From the garden to the farthest, prayer made of star dust
Find your healing in the music that calls you The voice that enthralls you, what do you belong to? Eyes out! There’s the setting of the sun Give thanks to each and everyone
The lesson is the Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
I believe in bending backwards and extending My traps trip back until the message is in action The yard is feeding, stop stark the disbelieving ‘Cause the garden holds the shards, the medicine is in the seeds when
We hold tight to our right to protect and We know our might is tenfold in connection Our elders hold them bright lights, we protect them The medicine is evident: the wolf, the hawk, the bear clan
We hold tight to our right to protect and We know our might is tenfold in connection Our elders hold them bright lights, we protect them The medicine is evident: the wolf, the hawk, the
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
There are many of us here under the umbrella of Creator.
Those who are against “God” attack the Self of matter (Son/Daughter) and then do awful things to their Holy Spirit if able, in the attempt to kill the Higher Self.
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