Everyone knows the fairy tale version of Little Red Riding Hood right?
Well... I call my version "Lil' Red's in the Hood" which begs the next question "Who is Red?" She's the little girl who went skipping through the forest to her Grandmother's house for a visit and met a nasty wolf instead... really? Of course, I run to my Grandmother's house quite often but I meet up with some very friendly wolves... Maybe one day you'll meet them too! Once upon a time I lived with, slept with, ran with and ate with a very large wolf named Phoenix. True story. We'd go for long hikes together and I would talk to Phoenix... the Faeries... Devas and Nature Spirits while we explored the trails. They would answer. So- "Red" is the name I speak when I call upon the Overliting Deva of Wolves. It makes the communication between us easier because we have a name to use as a point of reference. |
Whenever I see a Hummingbird, a mighty, tiny harbinger of women's warrior medicine, it means that Red has chosen that little bird's shape to flit across my
vision and grab my attention. He-she often sends a message another way by throwing of a ball of red light that flashes across my inner vision the way a baseball
flies across the field. There. You see, Lil' Red can be tough and she lives in my hood and I, in her neck of the woods. These days Phoenix and the Spirit Wolves
in my pack: Druid, Hopi, Lucas and Akasha speak to me in my dreams, visions and of course when I sit down at the computer to write for them. Sometimes they visit lucky people who come to our WolfWalking - Shamanic Journey Circles. This is our Blog. We love to share our stories so grab a seat.
* Red and my Pack have another story to tell...
vision and grab my attention. He-she often sends a message another way by throwing of a ball of red light that flashes across my inner vision the way a baseball
flies across the field. There. You see, Lil' Red can be tough and she lives in my hood and I, in her neck of the woods. These days Phoenix and the Spirit Wolves
in my pack: Druid, Hopi, Lucas and Akasha speak to me in my dreams, visions and of course when I sit down at the computer to write for them. Sometimes they visit lucky people who come to our WolfWalking - Shamanic Journey Circles. This is our Blog. We love to share our stories so grab a seat.
* Red and my Pack have another story to tell...
"Lightning Wolf" ~ One of ourTails from the Wolf Pack
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* From my Journey
with Lucas |
Shamanic Journey
- What am I doing? How do I start?
- I feel like a tree, I also feel like a huge bird
- Thunderbird, clouds, could hear the thunder and lightning strike across the sky
- a white tree, the connection between heaven and earth
- the tree needs to grow stronger roots
- badger at the roots
- white wolves were running across the sky amongst the flashing forks of white.
- dancing with "Lightning Wolf"
- council of wolves held a meeting
- jingle dancer, shells jingling as a way to honor Thunderbird
- focused on intention to be of service
- faeries squeegeed her eyes while giggling
- she gave thanks
- root chakra power
- black and white dragons across from each other
- silver dragon gate
- step into her royalty, Ulfric and alpha female status
- Merlin's birth / Mabon, son of Modron was a magical child raised by wolves
- a union of earth and spirit
- What am I doing? How do I start?
- I feel like a tree, I also feel like a huge bird
- Thunderbird, clouds, could hear the thunder and lightning strike across the sky
- a white tree, the connection between heaven and earth
- the tree needs to grow stronger roots
- badger at the roots
- white wolves were running across the sky amongst the flashing forks of white.
- dancing with "Lightning Wolf"
- council of wolves held a meeting
- jingle dancer, shells jingling as a way to honor Thunderbird
- focused on intention to be of service
- faeries squeegeed her eyes while giggling
- she gave thanks
- root chakra power
- black and white dragons across from each other
- silver dragon gate
- step into her royalty, Ulfric and alpha female status
- Merlin's birth / Mabon, son of Modron was a magical child raised by wolves
- a union of earth and spirit
St. Francis and the Wolf
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Perhaps the most famous story of St. Francis of Assisi is the one that tells how he tamed the wolf that terrorized the people of Gubbio. While Francis was staying in the town he learned of a wolf so ravenous that it was killing and eating people as well as animals. The people took up arms to deal with the problem but those who encountered the wolf perished, shredded by his sharp teeth. Villagers were afraid to leave the safe confines of the city walls. Francis took pity on the people. He decided to go out to meet the wolf. The people desperately warned him not to go but Francis insisted that God would take care of him. A brave friar and several peasants accompanied Francis outside the city gates. All too soon the peasants lost heart and said they would venture no farther. Francis and his companion walked on. Suddenly the wolf, jaws agape, ran out of the woods and charged the two men. Francis made the Sign of the Cross towards the wolf. The wolf slowed down and closed it's mouth. Believing that the power of God caused this reaction, Francis called out to the four-legged creature: “Come to me brother wolf. In the name of Christ, I order you not to hurt anyone.” At that moment the wolf lowered it's head and lay down at St. Francis’ feet, looking meek as a lamb. St. Francis explained to the wolf, "You have been terrorizing the people, killing not only animals but humans who are made in the image of God. Brother wolf", said Francis, “I want to make peace between you and the people of Gubbio. They will harm you no more and you must no longer harm them. All past crimes are to be forgiven.” The wolf showed
his assent by moving his body and nodding his head. Then to the absolute surprise of the gathering crowd, Francis asked the wolf to make a pledge. As St. Francis extended his hand to receive the pledge, so the wolf extended his front paw and placed it into the Saint’s hand. Then Francis commanded the wolf to follow him into town to make a peace pact with the townspeople. The wolf quietly followed St. Francis. By the time they got to the town square, everyone had gathered to witness the miracle. With the wolf at his side, Francis gave the town a sermon on the wondrous and fearful love of God, calling them to repent from all their sins. He offered the townspeople a peaceable truce on behalf of the wolf. shouting with loud voices, the townspeople promised to feed the wolf. Francis asked the wolf if he would live in peace under those terms. The wolf bowed his head and twisted his body in a way that convinced everyone that he accepted the pact. Once again the wolf placed his paw in Francis’ hand as a sign of their agreement. From that day forward, the people kept their end of the deal they had made. For two years the wolf lived amongst the townspeople, passing from door to door, eating the food they offered. The wolf hurt no one and no one hurt the wolf. Even the dogs refused to bark at him. The people of Gubbio were saddened when the wolf finally died of old age. The peaceful ways of the wolf served as a long term reminder of the wonders, patience, virtues and holiness of St. Francis. He became a shining symbol of the power and providence of the living God within.
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Perhaps the most famous story of St. Francis of Assisi is the one that tells how he tamed the wolf that terrorized the people of Gubbio. While Francis was staying in the town he learned of a wolf so ravenous that it was killing and eating people as well as animals. The people took up arms to deal with the problem but those who encountered the wolf perished, shredded by his sharp teeth. Villagers were afraid to leave the safe confines of the city walls. Francis took pity on the people. He decided to go out to meet the wolf. The people desperately warned him not to go but Francis insisted that God would take care of him. A brave friar and several peasants accompanied Francis outside the city gates. All too soon the peasants lost heart and said they would venture no farther. Francis and his companion walked on. Suddenly the wolf, jaws agape, ran out of the woods and charged the two men. Francis made the Sign of the Cross towards the wolf. The wolf slowed down and closed it's mouth. Believing that the power of God caused this reaction, Francis called out to the four-legged creature: “Come to me brother wolf. In the name of Christ, I order you not to hurt anyone.” At that moment the wolf lowered it's head and lay down at St. Francis’ feet, looking meek as a lamb. St. Francis explained to the wolf, "You have been terrorizing the people, killing not only animals but humans who are made in the image of God. Brother wolf", said Francis, “I want to make peace between you and the people of Gubbio. They will harm you no more and you must no longer harm them. All past crimes are to be forgiven.” The wolf showed
his assent by moving his body and nodding his head. Then to the absolute surprise of the gathering crowd, Francis asked the wolf to make a pledge. As St. Francis extended his hand to receive the pledge, so the wolf extended his front paw and placed it into the Saint’s hand. Then Francis commanded the wolf to follow him into town to make a peace pact with the townspeople. The wolf quietly followed St. Francis. By the time they got to the town square, everyone had gathered to witness the miracle. With the wolf at his side, Francis gave the town a sermon on the wondrous and fearful love of God, calling them to repent from all their sins. He offered the townspeople a peaceable truce on behalf of the wolf. shouting with loud voices, the townspeople promised to feed the wolf. Francis asked the wolf if he would live in peace under those terms. The wolf bowed his head and twisted his body in a way that convinced everyone that he accepted the pact. Once again the wolf placed his paw in Francis’ hand as a sign of their agreement. From that day forward, the people kept their end of the deal they had made. For two years the wolf lived amongst the townspeople, passing from door to door, eating the food they offered. The wolf hurt no one and no one hurt the wolf. Even the dogs refused to bark at him. The people of Gubbio were saddened when the wolf finally died of old age. The peaceful ways of the wolf served as a long term reminder of the wonders, patience, virtues and holiness of St. Francis. He became a shining symbol of the power and providence of the living God within.
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