Birth of the lucifer star chapter 4 Advent

There was nothing anyone could do but wait. Tortured by worries, despair, and self-analysis, his face stuck to the ICU glass, Robert Ghostwolf watched the vast array of vials keeping his daughter alive. When Sara was transferred to the ICU, hospital personnel cleared the room, stripping her of the things she loved. They had dragged away her stuffed animals, books, flowers and balloons. Bareness crept over everything and no matter how snug the nurses wrapped her legs and body against her favorite blanket, Sara often cried when negative thoughts invaded her mind. Robert stayed near his daughter, squeezing his hand into a fist against the glass that held him fast from his daughter's bedside. Bending her face toward her father Sara Brave bird, with outstretched arms tries to sit up.

"It hurts, Daddy."

"What does sweetie?" Robert whispered.

"Dying."

Sara collapsed. Her body remains motionless. The nurse, bringing in a fresh set of vials became startled by the sight and dropped the tray. The vials fell and shattered on the floor. Oozing silver medicine flowed slowly, meticulously as Sara lay unconscious. Doctors, nurses, specialists,were now dashing toward the room. Sara feels herself breathing more freely. Sliding back from her body, from the body that held her forcibly. Sarah's spirit crisscrossed over the walls and ceiling. She was now feeling blissful, free from pain.Sarah circles the room several times before skittering forward.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself in a beautiful vast meadow filled with roses, lilies, violets, daisies and wildflowers. The morning sun leaves strips of light and shadow that she gives chase to. There is no fear. No perception of being deserted and totally alone. No panic or thoughts about the bad things that must have happened. Something furry tickles her cheek. The touch is so soft she hardly notices. Gentle, it is a butterfly's wing.Sarah tries to swoop it up in her hands but starts to feel trembly and wobbly. She lies down on the grass and concentrates on breathing slowly. She thinks that babies do the same thing. Sleep soundly; control their breathing even when people are coming and going, talking, and moving around. That's the way her life had always been since birth. She had struggled her whole existence to gain the ordinary composure of things, trying not to feel tired while at play. Hiding her frequent nosebleeds and shortness of breath. eating when she wasn't hungry. Attempting to overcome the pain in her bones and joints. Denying the low-grade fevers, the swollen lymph nodes. Even after the diagnosis, she kept her mind steadfast on remission and recovery. It changed when her mother was

Found dead in that terrible storm. Her father is different. He's a sweet guy. Shy, sexy hot, popular with various women and absent. Sara just knew he'd been with someone. Many someones. But she loved him completely and convinced herself it's all been a huge misunderstanding. Sarah Brave bird thinks how ironic, that when you return to someone you love, it's already beyond repair.

"I'm sorry, daddy."

Her body began heaving up and down desperate for air.. Dandelions rise from damp metal screens. The white room witnessed the writhing of her life. Sickness soon becomes an acquaintance.
The cause of death: Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia.
The time of death: 3am
Her father is slightly drunk and quiet. “My sweet sweet Sarah Bravebird, this is

All my fault.”

Robert Ghostwolf left the hospital, he was warned. He did not do what he was told.

Now his wife was dead, his little boy missing, and his daughter just died. Robert

Went home to pack his bags and head for New York City.

“Grandfather, I must leave. I have caused great pain upon me and my family.” Robert

spoke to his grandfather, “ There is no peace in my soul, and because of this my whole

family is gone, I do not wish to bring harm to you, I must leave.”

“Was it another woman? Asked the great great grandson of Chief Spotted tail.

“No, no.” I have not been allowed to tell you. But now….it makes no difference, I

was given a great crystal.” Robert confessed.

The old medicine man stared hard at his grandson.

“It was given to me by Uktena.” He revealed in soft tones.

“So…..you have the great crystal? The Ulun'suti.” His grandfather mused.

“Sshh….please, do not speak of it, Grandfather. No one else should have to suffer because of

this infernal rock.”

“You have not used it wisely!” his grandfather proclaimed.

“No….I was ..selfish, I used it to find treasure….bones…..instead I have only found

death…” Robert pushed out the words as his voice filled with tears. “I must go, and

give it to someone else.”

“You have made bad medicine, you must do what is right.” His grandfather spoke harshly. “ You have brought a curse, I can only pray with my sacred pipe…” his voice trailed off ..”Did I not sing to you to always follow the red road of the buffalo calf woman??” He questioned….”Go, find your peace…..you know where to go.” Commanded the pejuta wicasa.

Robert Ghostwolf hopped into his landrover and headed east. He pushed the tape into his old cassette player, and listened to the sacred music:

drumbeats
Down the road I travel, It's the Red Road I go.
It's my blood that flowing forever told.
drumbeats
We are a story that we each embrace.
My light grows with you deep inside we fly.
drumbeats
It's returning home this day, we've been gone for so long.
In front of me my heart grows fond of the red of road
in front of me, the journey of the embrace.
drumbeats
Let me tell you a story and story how to be free.
I will fill your heart with glory and know love with thee.
It's a shiny shore on the other side, it's dark shore at home,
but when we put them all together we have a shining shore.
drumbeats
Well the dark side said, "how are you?" I'm beauty and creation pure
and the Light side said, " I'm here my love, I come to gift you pure.
So darkness met the lightness and their hearts grow and blossom pure
and light grew within the well of life and God was born for sure.
A dream is born a child today and heaven and earth inside.
He (luminous) believed the journey the red road to come,
drumbeats
the heart the pure inside. The dream the pure inside.
drumbeats
So now darkness met the lightness and they had a child.
It's dream kept them going to journey all the while
and time past before them and they looked upon the other side. And they grew, dreamed and journeyed so they could look behind. So they could look behind
drumbeats
And in the space behind, they left behind the time and the stories. They could not hold them anywhere but in the heart they bear, but in the heart they bare.
drumbeats
So lightness met the darkness and a child was born a dream, and time they carried in their hearts and now the house was born, and now they journeyed together and they flowed and reflection was born. The blue of you and me was here, the ocean of a story, an ocean of family.
drumbeats
So the darkness with creation met the lightness of her dreams, and then they had a creation a child that filled their dreams, and then they took the time and they pulled it in their heart, and then it born a reflection. A family came to life. Now how do i protect this, a warrior a true is born.
drumbeats
I give you sight to see the truth and prophet to give us glory. Tomorrow will be born, tomorrow will be born.
drumbeats
So darkness she is a flower and lightness he gives to thee and the past they carry the hearts embrace and a dream was born from thee. They made a family reflecting love and then they protect the righteous pure.
drumbeats
This was the birth of family the perfect, pure and proud
and so we reach upon the realm. We reach the mighty pure. We find the top of the mountain and we reach the light of pure, and we reach the realm for more.
drumbeats
I have the one who carries all the stories, he's the voice,
the mighty the one that's strong. He (luminous) bears all the mighty, his force the Army of God. He tells us all we must reach the other shore.
drumbeats
The other shore where heaven comes and holiness is mighty and pure, where light touches the ground. Where light touches the ground, where light touches the ground.
drumbeats
So I tell you the story, did you like my story? And, I tell you the darkness she 's so beautiful. And I tell you that the lightness he is so gorgeous pure and i tell you yesterday, my heart I cannot endure,
drumbeats
I endure, I endure for love and the story continues.
We have a dream and it's born and it gives it light and it carry my family the reflection of this love and i give it strength to endure.
drumbeats
I give my Whitey (One Pure Light) Warrior Vision to see the truth of the day and the Mighty Warrior that guides us to the other side the realm of the mighty and pure. So every day you look upon the garden and you see the Holiness that's pure. The light that guides us every day in the dream of God's pure garden that we endure. It's love we remember yesterday and the dream that is born within inside and we carry it tomorrow to the other shore to live the Gold (Golden Dream) inside.
drumbeats
The dream that's born inside the dream that carries me to the other side.
drumbeats
(very low note) To the other side,
I take my step
and I remember my heartbeat
I take my step
and I remember my heartbeat
I take my step
and I remember I dream
drumbeats
I dream
I dream
I dream
drumbeats

Don't be blue (sadness), be bleu (revolution) to the new, for we are here to set you free!

Song of the red road of the white buffalo women sung by Joseph Flying Bye.

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