and he opens his voice to me and i am sending out his orders in the language of the land almost before i know i am doing it- i let it flow through me , as if i am merely a channel- flow through me and out into the pathways , into the soldiers and the land waiting around us , and it is not my voice , not even the sky 's voice nearby speaking through me , but a voice of the bigger sky , the sky that exists apart from whatever individual goes by the name , the sky which is the agreement of the land , the accumulated voice of all of us , the voice of the land speaking to itself , the voice that keeps it alive and safe and ready to face the future , it is that which speaks through me- that is the voice of the sky- and it urges the soldiers to battle , urges the rest of the land to fight as well , to gather the spinning fire and the weapons on the backs of the battlemores in our hour of need- it 's working , the source shows to the people from the clearing .