Beneath the sky of pearly silver, there is a canopy of the deepest and most verdant green.
Beneath the sky that greets our Grandfather Sun, each day there is a world. This world is
filled with beauty and joy, treachery and death.
This is the world of the Wolf. Summer filled with green growth, new pups growing strong
and healthy. Winter, searching for food, feeding the entire pack that is so dependent upon
the hunters. Never, unless pushed to infringe upon the domain of man. Never, unless
injured/physically threatened or cornered, the pups in danger, to fight back, only to
remain silent, unseen, unknown. We have kept to our ways, away from you, but you
continuously and relentlessly search us out. You without pity or concern, seek to destroy
us. WHY? We do not attack you, or your herds/flocks. Your children, pets are safe from us,
we are not that type of predator, for we are omnivorous. We would rather eat plants, than
enter your world. Do you have any idea of how terrifying you are to us? Hear the voice of
the Wolf. Read now the vision, of one you have mercilessly hunted, run to exhaustion,
enjoyed and reveled in the killing of.
The Wolf's Words
Softly sleeping, close to each other in our den, we rest in peace and solitude. The sun
paints the sky a silvery gray, glints and bands of gold and fucia, as Grandfather rises
from his rest. Grandmother Moon still sits to the West, not quite gone, to bid good night
to her mate. Pups gently stir, suckling once again, they are now only 4 weeks old. Soft
growls and yips as they jockey for position. I lean back and revel in the joy of their
being. It has snowed during the night and the scent is wonderful.
Grandfather rises slightly higher, and I know that I must leave these young ones soon. We
are slightly separated from the pack, but they know we are here, and will watch over them,
while we, those designated as hunters, go forth. The day is beginning and food must be
found. We have not eaten for 3 days, now the need is intense, especially for myself.
Without food, I cannot feed my young. Without food, the pack will be in a situation of
great need. There are other pups to feed, those of she who is the Alpha, (I only live on
the fringes out of courtesy, I know my place), the elders, need this also for their
strength, and the pack, my adopted family must not go in hunger.
Gently and quietly, I leave my den. Those who have hunted through the night have brought
nothing home. Now we must take up the hunt. Silently we break off each a part of a
searching arc. The snow is crisp and deep beneath our feet, but we make no sound. I go
into the Northwest, searching for my prey. When I find them, or it, only a cry will be
needed to signal the others. Within the shadows of the pines, I move swiftly and silently.
The Caribou are here, but they too are hungry. The snows have been deep and often this
winter, and food is hard to find for them also.
Off in distance behind me, I hear a low whining sound. We have heard this before, and it
signals danger for all the pack. The hunters are coming, they are downwind so their scent
does not carry to us, but that sound tells us they are here.
It grows closer, to me with each minute and I cannot turn back to seek a hiding place.
There are more than one of these noisy things, that carry those who seek us, swiftly over
the ground. Now I must run, forward to find refuge, for I am at the edge of the forest,
with no other way to go.
Swiftly I break cover, and speed forward seeking, searching. They are right behind me. The
chase is in full speed now, as I dart and change direction trying to elude them. Across
the expanse of snow covered country, I dash, away from my den, away from the pack and my
pups. I have run so far, yet the shelter I seek, the forest on the horizon seems no
closer. There are patches of ragged ice in places, and I slip on these, one paw is torn
and bleeding, but I cannot stop to lick it, to staunch the flow. Further on I race, but
they still follow and as I tire, they get ever closer. I know I cannot go on forever, but
I cannot give up either. My breath is labored, and my heart feels as if it is ready to
burst. Now they are very close, my strength is flagging, soon I will be able to run no
more.
The sound rends the air, and there is a sharp burning pain in my hind quarters. I fall to
the ground and cannot rise again. Blood, my blood, stains the pristine white beneath my
body. Still, I will not give up, perhaps I can drag my shattered body to safety. Pain,
unbelievable in depth, fills my body, as I still attempt to get away. My hindquarters are
shattered and useless, I cannot run. There is a path of blood, that shows where I have
dragged my self, in my search for refuge. Now they are approaching, I hear the crunch of
their feet on the crusted snow, and their voices, laughing and joking with each other.
Utterly exhausted, I can go no further, now they have me. I lie in the snow and await
them, pain wracking my very being.
Now they are here, standing over me. I try to speak with my eyes, of the pain I am in. I
try to tell them, that I do not understand why they have chosen to hunt me. What have I or
my brothers and sisters done to them, that they treat us so? None of them do I recognize,
except by scent. Yes, they have been here before, and sought us. They talk loudly,
slapping each other on the shoulder, showing pride and happiness in what they have done to
me. One kicks my rear, the pain becomes even more unbearable than before. I yelp out in
pain, they laugh. My eyes beg for mercy, as I lay there. Slowly, one raises his gun and
aims. The sound again, the sharp pain, as the killing force enters my heart. All goes
dark, I am released. My spirit slowly rises, and I sit and watch.
Those who have killed me, now show even greater joy at what they have accomplished. They
crouch around me, examining my body. They know I have pups somewhere, and say they now
will search for them also, as well as the rest of the pack. Search they will, but find my
pups they will not. We are many, many miles from where they lay sleeping. When the chase
started, I was miles from my den already. One of them, has brought the machine that
whines, to where my body lies. They drag my corpse across the snow to it. It takes 3 of
them, to lift my body and to put it on the machine, then they tie it down.I sit and watch,
as they leave this killing field. Now, my spirit must go also. I retrace the way I came,
and return to my den.
Another female has come to the pups, she is nursing them. They are safe in her care. She
raises her eyes, acknowledging the presence of my spirit. I know the pups are safe and
will be cared for. Now I can leave.
(This is the presentlife vision/other plane transposition, I experienced Sunday, August 23, l998, while
doing a radio interview on the Denali Park Wolf Pack. Peg (Ghost Dancer) Wene)
Copyrighted 8/30/98 by Peg (Ghost Dancer) Wene
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