A close friend recently discovered a 1930 National Geographic with an article about a Finnish shaman, who used the same exercise shared with me by the wolves. The synchronicity encouraged me to share my article (2003) and dreaming exercise with you.
Eight years ago, I was chosen by the wolf, and began my Odyssey into a world so beautiful and rich that I can only attempt to share it.Somewhere in my voyage, I became a wolf myself. I know what it is to dream with a wolf, to run with a wolf, to be a wolf. I know the incredible psychic power and tremendous strength of the wolf.
Tonight and for all of this week, Sheba the White Wolf has been with me. I hurry to write while I am in her presence, so that my words will be touched by her Truth. Tonight, we will run under the full moon, and I will run easily and lightly. Her strength will carry me effortlessly, and when we are done we will dream together in the great forest where wolves dream and meet to travel into different worlds (See Dreaming Exercise below.)
It was the wolves who taught me to hear not only themselves but all animals — to recall what I knew vaguely as a child and could not articulate: that all of Nature speaks a single language of the heart. It is we — the humans who regard ourselves as superior — who have forgotten this most meaningful language of all.
The great wolf, Juno, told me stories in this language that became the Wolf Myths. Her words ripped my life apart — and when it came back together again, I was forever changed. Wolves do that. It’s wolf magic, pure and simple. You must live with them to know.
The story is about my wolf Maeko and our short time together.
Maeko’s name is a blend of Maicho, meaning “witch” or “wolf,” and Meiko, the Japanese word that means “beloved.” The choice of spelling is her own. Of the forty-odd pups that Juno bore, Maeko was her chosen one.
When I first learned of Maeko’s existence, I thought that it would be impossible for me to have a wolf. For the first time in almost twenty years, I was living not in the woods but in a tiny town, with city streets and next-door neighbors. I worked during the day, and my lease prohibited a dog.
Nevertheless, all of my friends who had wolves encouraged me to adopt Maeko. Kevin called from New Orleans to remind me that he and Anasasi lived happily in a small apartment. Others called to tell me that having a wolf was a matter of importance in my life.
My children begged.
I talked to my landlords, and they laughed about the lease. Of course I could have another pet if I wanted.
So, finally, Maeko came to me. She was a very handsome wolf, slim and elegant, intense; black and white with a long black tail, a curved nose with a beautiful mask, and deep, golden eyes.
Maeko was nervous in her new home. She escaped three times during the first week. The first two times, she played an elaborate game of chase with my children, but eventually came home.
The third time, she ran for miles. When I finally found her, she was drinking water in a deep ditch. I stopped the car and climbed down to where she was. And I could see right away that she didn’t know if she wanted to be with me or not.
I started to cry. I talked to her: “Maeko, I love you. I asked for you, and you came. It will break my heart if you leave.”
She stared at me for a moment with that deep, intense wolf-look. Then she ran into my arms and licked my face. She followed me to the car and jumped in.
That night it stormed violently, and I could hear her nervously running through the house. “Maeko,” I said to her, “come to me.” She ran into my room and jumped in bed with me. I put my arms around her, and I could feel her heartbeat slow down as I stroked her. She put her beautiful head on my chest, and I could feel our spirits begin to merge as we started the deep bonding process that can occur between a wolf and person.
From then on, Maeko slept in my room, and I dreamed with her in that incredible dream-forest where wolves go each night.
When we walked in the mornings, deer began to appear behind the house, and wildlife in the area flourished. The wildlife and landscape changed to fit Maeko’s inner vision. I loved walking with her before work, through the dew she’d created, watching the sun rise.
Maeko began to learn to hear my thoughts and to send me complex pictures. For example, I could ask her where my son was in the neighborhood, and I would receive a detailed picture of him and what he was doing. These pictures were always accurate.
We hiked with Maeko through Tallulah Gorge and took her to waterfalls and on picnics. She was gentle enough that small children could stroke her, and she won the heart of the entire neighborhood. We became so attuned that I could mentally ask her to sit or go into another room, and she would do it, with never a sound on my part.
Maeko was wise. She even guided me through a financial disagreement with my ex-husband. I was on the phone talking to my attorney about this when Maeko looked straight at me and said, “Give up the money.” I knew that the wolves had never misled me before; everything they’d ever told me had been true. So I did what Maeko said — signed away my child support and relinquished control. After that, I worried about having enough money, but Maeko told me not to, and it turned out that she was right. I had been working sporadically as an animal communicator, but now the readings poured in.
Then one day I began to notice that wherever I went, animals spoke to me. As I understood that my gift was to help the animals and humanity, I became more comfortable with myself as a psychic, and my confidence soared.
Christmas came, and Maeko was thrilled by the excitement. She wore a huge French silk bow and was very careful with it. She greeted visitors at the door. And she loved the Christmas tree. She would lie under it very, very carefully.
After Christmas it snowed, and we walked with her through the fresh snow. My mother, who dislikes animals, fell in love with her and took pictures of her throughout the day.
Maeko died nearly a month ago, thirteen months after she came to me. Her death was mysterious and quick, and was accompanied by the “light show” or violent thunderstorm that often follows the death of a wolf. I will never be the same.
We wrapped her in her favorite purple blanket, and my friend, Adam, took her far into the National Forest for me. My children and I cried for three days. Then on the third night we all dreamed of her running in the forest. She was close to us, and we could feel how happy and strong she was.
I am devastated without her, for I cannot be who I truly am without a wolf. But there will be other wolves, and already I feel the next one. He is calling.
I have only one regret. I waited three years to take Maeko because I was afraid of having my heart broken. So perhaps her greatest gift to me, besides her tremendous wolf love, was to teach me how foolish it is to wait for any kind of love.
Dreaming with the Wolves
Sheba the White Wolf is here, and she is helping me to describe the place I go when I dream with the wolves. She believes that you, too, can travel there if it is your desire.
You might burn a little white sage and call upon the energy of the Four Directions before you read this — or just call the Spirit of the Wolf, and ask to go there. Sheba says that is all you have to do. She says if you can’t dream it, just imagine it.
One day this dream may seem as real to you as anything you have ever known. When that happens, you will know the power and strength of the wolf.
Julia Griffin, intuitive healer and owner of One True Self, began her work fifteen years ago under the tutelage of real wolves. Following their direction, Julia sees and reads energy, including animals, plants and people. She works with people in session to find their resonance with the soul, clearing patterns and alignment with their inner path.