This is my power animal, a white wolf,  and  one who you will  occasionally read of here, though she will never reveal her name to you..She guides and protects me at all times, treat her wisely and greet her with respect and she  will sit a while and watch you with eyes of deep wisdom as you read my pages.

Scorn her at your peril…she does not suffer fools..nor does  she  need to, she is not of your world.

She guides me  constantly , and protects me fiercely,  never more so than through my creative and spiritual journey, which started a long time ago.

I write for the first time here of the year, 1992 , the year my journey began when the stripping away of my psyche and  my personal world took place.  Material spiritual, geographical…. In healing  my self  and learning, much serendipity was energised and activated.   I awakened to healing more,  knowing more and new abilities of sight inherited,  though my heart and mind were always open.

I learned  the why and how..

So many came and taught and helped  me. As I reflect back,  I nod in thanks to them.. and see also the ones who are there now.

I met a Tohunga who told me many things, a meeting I will not forget, as much of what he prophesied is now coming to pass.

He warned me about the new age and what it would demand,  and amongst other things,  he  showed contempt for those who made false claims, who built false dreams and promises.

As other indigenous people do so, he worked to protect the secrets of the earth, to ground the energies and much else besides.

Not long after that I  took my first Shamanic journey along with a shamanic healer. She,  my wolf came to me then, along with another power animal, who chooses  secrecy.

I have worked with it,  and others ever since.

But she, my wolf,  is my primary source and works closely with another, of another clan.

She has introduced me to much wisdom and magnified the  truths of the  wild and saved my life.

She has shown me lately other members of her pack. It is to honor her and the wild that I write.

I do so with great humility and respect for the sources I draw from,  for I know only too well how much they are plundered, stolen and appropriated by those who are false… and show great lack of humility and gratitude for what is given openly and freely and from the heart.

The way of the spiritual  warrior is true in nature,  and has no posturing  nor arrogance, nor fakery.

What is the Wild?

It is what we are loosing , a little bit of each day, and what very few have true knowledge of, some who do, visit these pages.

I welcome them.

It  is the space between the here and now and the morphic resonance in between, it is timeless, rich in deep infinity and has no essence of  time, it is what we must fight to protect as it will save us, it is what taught us, before we knew how to learn. It is the guttural cry at injustice and the howl of a wolf in winter.

It is what danced in the caves and lit up the shadows, it is the hand print  in paint upon the wall, it is the deer running there in an outline,  it is the rhythm  of a frame drum and the bloody stench of birthing and the sigh of death.

It is the innate power,  the instinctual knowing, the animistic joy, the passion, the sharpness of wonder,  it  is lust and poetry and laughter, it is the touch of a mans hand and the rake of a bears claw,  it is  the wailing and grief at the death of a loved one, whose hand is held as she slips away too young.

It is honor and loyalty and a raw love of truth.   It is the knowing and the instinct of the seer. It is the  backbone of a mans honor.

It is the green in the flash of an eye watching in the shadows.  It is the storm of thunder and the kiss of snow, the dazzling bright white of lightning  on water.

It is the bark of a known tree, and the sap of a young one newly met.

It is the new moon in all her phases, and the sun in all his stations.  It  is the guidance of the stars, and planets to those who follow.

It is  floating naked, on the sea in the deep dark and looking UP  at the wheeling, reeling, motion of  the bright jeweled stars above.

It is my spiritual home , it is what teaches me, a wanderer, free spirit, much traveled, witch , cunning woman , hedge witch ,  wisdom seeker, writer, carer, healer, activist, womanist,  herb gatherer,  herb grower, food grower, …wisdom seeker..seer..

Looking at the world, the earth, the wild, through the shamanic lens.  As a result, learning through wiser eyes how to help her..and protect her.

fe·ral (fîr‘əl, fĕr‘-)
adj.

1. 1. Existing in a wild or untamed state.
   2. Having returned to an untamed state from domestication.
   3. Of or suggestive of a wild animal; savage: a feral grin.

[From Latin fera, wild animal, from ferus, wild.]