Circling Up with the Shaman Wolves

CIRCLING UP WITH THE SHAMAN WOLVES – A true story of women, wolves, and the healing field that opens between worlds

Tug. Tug. Pull. Pull.

Little Wolf pulls me forward.

I feel her strong vital pulse and surprising grip twisting my shirt, gathering it into a spiraling knot at the center of my back.

Before I know it, she has positioned me directly in the front row of the group.

Strategically placed.

Directly in front of the Shaman Wolf of the pack.

A gorgeous white wolf rests peacefully on an old wooden platform.

His presence is calm. Grounded. Mystical. Otherworldly.

A hush begins to move through the space as we are invited to connect with his healing energy.

Moments before, we had signed the legal consent forms.

The kind of forms that feel like you are signing your life away. But something compels you to do it anyway.

These are not domesticated animals. They are not completely wild either. There is a protocol in place to ensure everyone’s safety.

Just in case.

These are Shaman Wolves.

So we are told.

And here we are.

Standing in the desert Sun.

Being invited to hang out and commune with the wolves.

Little Wolf’s breath grows warm upon my neck.

I turn to face her.

Little Wolf is the alpha of the pack in human form. The bridge and guide between the Shaman Wolves and her guests at the Wolf Sanctuary.

I turn around again.

And strangely, mysteriously, she is now out of sight.

I hear a gentle stirring from the corner of the wide open wolf pen.

Where did Little Wolf go?

What compelled her to pull me close to the Shaman Wolf just moments before?

My mind begins looking for clues.

I remember her words to us just before we entered.

“Listen up,” Little Wolf had shared with the group. “There are shamans among this pack of wolves that you are about to meet. You may be approached by one of them. Let them come to you. Let them sniff you. Stay calm. They will not bite. They like people. There is nothing you need to do. Just follow my lead and you will be fine. It is important that they come to you. You will be wise to give them space.”

I scan the wolf pen, trying to locate her.

Then I hear a sigh.

And then another.

A few women catch sight of Little Wolf.

I turn to look.

“It’s Little Wolf. She has collapsed. She has fallen to the ground.”

Through the settling dust, I can see a faint glow in the distance.

Like a mirage.

Two women are lifting Little Wolf from the ground and ushering her as discreetly as possible out the gate.

Chatter begins to ripple through the space as Little Wolf heads back to the house.

A sense of uneasiness rises in me.

Not fear exactly.

Although, it makes me wonder who the “alpha wolf” in charge is now.

The energy in the pen has shifted.

It is palpable.

I make my way toward a close friend of Little Wolf’s. She is also a friend of the wolves, and a new friend of mine. She is who I traveled with to the desert.

I wonder if this is why Little Wolf pulled me close to the wolves.

Had she sensed something was about to happen?

Had the wolves?

I turn to this woman, the second alpha wolf in command now, and ask how she would feel if we invited a few moments of silence to honor Little Wolf and bring a sense of calm to the space.

She responds immediately.

Enthusiastically.

“Yes.”

Right away, she calls everyone to gather in the center of the circle.

Everyone arrives from all four corners of the wolf pen.

We settle in.

I thank everyone for gathering and share a few words about why I felt inspired to invite silence.

Everyone seems pleasantly surprised.

And willing.

We attune.

We settle in.

We invite a silent moment to connect.

Tuning into the land, we naturally begin to align our energy with the spirit of the wolves.

A wave of energy begins to rise and build within our circle of women.

The desert is active with life.

Roadrunners and wolves.

Humans and sunshine.

All alive on this rich desert floor.

As we connect with the landscape, in the center of the wolf pen, a great veil begins to lift.

The energy that felt heavy and dense moments before begins to soften.

Even the heat of the day no longer feels unbearable.

We are now between worlds.

The land feels alive.

Electric.

Vibrant.

Being present with the flow of energy, we root in a little deeper.

A rolling and shaking sensation begins to rumble below my feet.

Is everyone feeling this? I wonder.

My senses heighten.

There are about eighteen wolves on the land, held in various pens, of all shapes and sizes.

And yet, in this moment, I feel them as one.

One voice.

Telepathically communicating.

So it seems.

The heartbeat of the Earth draws us closer, magnetizing the field.

The rolling and shaking begins to soften, dropping into a gentle pulse.

Strong.

Vital.

Rooted.

Still.

A stream of inner visions awakens.

A vision of Little Wolf flashes before my eyes.

I see her lying down on her bed.

Resting.

Healing.

Held in love.

A second image forms.

I see the wolves.

The wolves are communicating with us.

I can hear them.

I can see them.

I can feel them close to me, as if their presence is moving across my skin.

They communicate in a language beyond words.

I listen.

Mostly, they show me images.

Messages are shared and revealed.

The wolves are at peace.

Resting in this space, a beautiful energy radiates from the center of the circle out across the whole land.

For a few moments, we remain inside this calm presence.

Then, slowly, the circle begins to complete.

The energy expands beyond us, meeting all forms of nature and human life around us.

I open my eyes.

With gratitude, I check in with the circle and thank everyone for taking a moment to gather.

A palpable shift is felt by all.

An experience of interconnectedness expands in every direction.

Our group of ten women exits the wolf pen together, greeted by happy sun shining faces waiting patiently for their turn with the wolves.

Just when I think the great adventure is over, I am flagged down by my new friend.

The woman who supported my request.

She invites me to join her while she feeds the wolves.

I gladly accept.

I enter and stand close inside the entrance, waiting to be called in.

Three wolves gather near me.

They come close.

They sniff my body.

Everywhere.

Whoa. Intense. Yes. Everywhere.

After the wolves are fed and calm, we turn to leave and close the gate.

Then we hear a howl.

Aaaaooooooo.

Then another.

Then another.

“That is for you,” she says. “They are thanking and honoring you for what you did today.”

Naturally, we howl back.

Thanking and acknowledging the wolves for their magic.

Their presence.

I am moved.

Deeply touched, really.

Amazed by what can open when we are fully present to the moment.

And the magic that opens through the power of the circle.

Love,

AliSun Trees

 

LOVE,
ALISUN TREES