There Is A Cloud In the Sky and It Is a Sun

Grandfather (15) Star child, Christopher Hagen Sacred Song Blessing

There Is A Cloud In the Sky and It Is a Sun

There is a cloud in the sky. I can feel the withering cry. Feel the flow where angels go, my heart pounds with sighs. Tend the fields where heaven turns a wheel. Take a leap, a faith upon the gate. Show me true the path I need in you. Show me true the place of the avenue. There I reach inside the heart deep, I find my spirit growing true. I just want to know what to do.

So there I fly with my spiritual eyes. And I reach for the place of the governing course. Where do men lie in this seed, coming home from the cosmic breed. We are men you and me, across the fields eternally.

And when the winds blow by my side, I will ride those clouds today. I will send my heart rays out into the sky. We will find a way I believe, such a tender heart we do grieve. It is time to soar, bring in the spiritual sword and defeat the enemy. Yet I want it more, they come home to adore. Yes I want more, come through the gate of the store house where we are men. Sharing again. We are men sharing again. We are men  sharing again, family in the seas, that is what I dream.

Clouds blow by my side I can feel it tearing cry, yet i blow the wings upon this green, the pastures of my life. I cry. All the people take me home. There I want to climb the highest mountain. I will share my heart with everyone and we will become the true once more. Fly with the clouds I adore.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings from the heart of the rings, where our Grandfather Christopher Hagen flows. He is bringing in rainbow's glow, where brotherhood does march. We can feel the starch. Standing tall with our enemies (bringing them home from the seas, their bad dreams).

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star beats the drum that has traveled far, in the distance and in the breeze, Grandfather Christopher Hagen knows the seas. Let us rise up to the daze and find a place to impregnate with a holy true tears of love, that is the commandment of all the doves. We will fight for peace once again. We will fight for love with all our friends. We will find a way to hypnotize all those eyes.

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Grandfather Christopher Hagen is a white star child, numerical vibrancy is 15 (1 of 4 colors/frequencies). This is part of the sacred buffalo robe in four directions. We all wear colors of the rainbow, aligned in harmonic bands like strings of lights. Colors are seen and unseen frequencies that reveal our purpose, power and wonderment.

You my beloved Grandfather Christopher Hagen happens to be the white star child (15). This is how you came to me in a good way, as many do not have this natural ability, but Grandfather does. Many Lakota sacred songs, praise Grandfather (Tunkasila), the star that guides us home. This is where the red road of fire (light waves) and blue road of water (sound waves) cross to make a brilliant star (knowing where you are, a humble arc/ark stone/spar and navigation). Few talk about the heavenly blue road, but the children of heaven, as you and I (crystal child) are (there are many more) are learning to take our place within society to help those physically younger than us, which may be spiritually older, yet not walking the good way. We must show others how to become wiser in action and deeds, to succeed. It is time now for us to wind and blow our sails to brotherhood once more. The story of the BEAR speaks of the power of Grandfather.

Everyone has a great power and deed to accomplish. The sacred buffalo robe tells us all, to guide us to the holy rite, a good sight (a vision or dream). To learn more join us at our various circles both on facebook and google+

Your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child, whitebuffalocalfwoman.org

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!