Larry Cloud-Morgan:
Testimonies to a Great Soul 

Physically, when you looked at him you could see a Buddha. He crossed cultures. He was dark and a bit rotund. He could just as easily been Asian. And he was weighted for balance like a Buddha ball.

His being encompassed all creation; he was all things. You could see the bear of the forest and the wolves. You could see a mother. You’d see the shaman.

I used to call Mr. Shamaninensky!

The very tip of the index finger on his right hand was off. All I know Is it happened in prison.

I personally knew him as a friend. I knew his savoy side, his male side. My relationship was very personal, not just about Peace and Justice, his activist side.

I knew his tastes and aesthetes. Me he would call to meet him for dinner or a glass of wine. He would call and say it was Lorenzo. I kept many of his telephone messages to me.

When he was with a person he was totally present. You were the most important thing in the world. He did speak to me of marriage and said "of course it would not be a traditional one". We were very compatible in many ways, but I will tell you that I did not bed with him. It just could not be. There was an ac/dc side of him. That is part of being a fully loving being that transcends gender.

He had great style, good expensive suits and he selected only the finest of leathers. One New Year’s Eve he wore a tux, a beautiful leather slip-on shoe, with an Indian blanket over his shoulders. Gentleman’s Quarterly would have died to have that on its cover; he was stunning! He did a ceremony and lit sage. We all were in a circle.

He did ceremony until the end.

There was always hearty laughter!!!! He found humor everywhere. That was a criterion for the people around him. And the people around him were without guile. They are the awakened ones.

He loved dogs. He had a way of addressing them that let the dogs know that he was also one of them.

He loved Middle Eastern food … and Asian food! And good wine. He would get a little shnockered sometimes but never over the top. He knew how to be on all levels.

I would go somewhere with him, people would see him and embrace him. He would get the longest hugs of anyone I ever saw or knew.

He held a pen like it was a sacred implement.

I gave him many ceremonial neckpieces. I do not know where the concepts that i designed for him came from. It was as if I plugged into a stream of consciousness that was his. I would do a necklace and damned if he wouldn't call me the very day it was completed.

I had not told him I was making it!

On June 6, 1999, LARRY CLOUD chose to discontinue dialysis. Because of his diabetes which had been made worse during his time in prison, part of his right leg had been amputated and he was confined to a wheelchair for two years. He had continued to function and do ceremony until he could no longer. On June 8, 2024 LARRY CLOUD shared with those who were there for the Leaving Process. Friends of Larry who no longer lived in Minneapolis just happened to be in Minneapolis that day.

About 30 of us were there at Methodist Hospital in his room, holding hands and singing him out of his body with his favorite song, "Amazing Grace." Jack Gorka who was Larry's cellmate in prison was invited to work Larry's morphine drip.
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Larry's physical body was taken to the Office of Indian Ministry at 3045 Park Avenue where he lay in state. I observed the phases of dissolution as the subtle energies were released from that physical form I knew as White Feather, LARRY CLOUD MORGAN. It took four days.

On June 12, 1999, WHITE FEATHER-LARRY CLOUD MORGAN'S body was transported to the Veteran's Memorial Center in Cass Lake. On that day, my eyes and heart could observe that all energy had been dismissed--all life force gone. We placed little gifts for him in the casket, said goodbye and Terry Gips closed the casket. Jack and Terry got into his grave and did the final necessities.

WHITE FEATHER, LARRY CLOUD-MORGAN resides in the Morgan Family Cemetery in Cass Lake Minnesota.

LARRY CLOUD MORGAN was the son of John and Norah Morgan, born Feb 1, 2024 and died June 8, 1999. He was the adopted son of Maurice and Jenny Cloud. Siblings Maurice and Donna preceded him in death. Sophia Jenkins of Minneapolis, Minnesota, James of California and Elmer Bud of Cass Lake, Minnesota survived Larry. He has many nephews and nieces.
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At any given time there are said to be 36 Righteous Men who walk this earth. Even though their identity is never disclosed by the Creator, all of Larry Cloud-Morgan's actions and life would indicate that he indeed was one of the righteous. WHITE FEATHER - LARRY CLOUD-MORGAN manifested every attribute.

There is a legend of WENA BOUJOU, a being who always promises to return, in whose presence each living being he encounters has their own special experience of expressing their most exalted self. Many of WHITE FEATHER, LARRY CLOUD-MORGAN's native friends identified him as WENA BOUJOU.

LARRY spoke to the House of Commons in 1987. He journeyed to Tripoli, Libys in June 1991 with eleven North Americans, nine Mexican, Central American and South American native people to receive the Gadaffi Prize for Human Rights. There are LARRY CLOUD MORGN STORIES all over this world as he touched the whole world with his loving WENA BOUJOU ESSENCE!!! 

when there is a political rally crowd,
we look for LCM
and we miss him
when the wind blows and brings a feather to our feet
we think of LCM
and we miss him
when we smell sage and sweet grass
we think of doing ceremony with LCM
and we miss him.
when we see a fine pair of black leather gloves
we think of LCM
and we miss him
when we see that our political leaders have lost their integrity and we need a profound vision
we think of LCM
and we miss him
when we hear amazing grace,
we think of LCM
and we miss him
when the sun doesn’t shine and LCM would call to ask if we’d hidden it in our drawer,
we think of LCM
and we miss him
when the seasons change, the flowers bloom, the leaves crackle under our feet, when the trees are iced,
we think of LCM
and we miss him.
as long as we be,

                 Deanie Lerner