as i continue to read this remarkable tale i am reminded of an experience i had as a teenager. i was walking home from a girlfriend`s house one night late. it was one of those magical deep winter nights that one has to experience firsthand to believe. the snow was deep and the air was crisp and fresh and the sky was alive with stars so bright and shining as to be alive. i had left her house and her love for fear that her parents would discover us and was still warm with our passions as i set out across the fields. i had nothing but my jeans, boots and a t-shirt and an old army coat that i had brought from england to fend off the cold. as i walked my persective switched for a moment or so and burned an image into my mind so deeply that i can see it now as i type.
i could see myself from outside my body as i plowed through the knee deep snow..........my hair blowing back as i stepped and my coat open against the cold defiantly...........
then as suddenly i was back, but this time, remarkably, i was a wolf seeing and smelling and feeling a million times more intensely than i did moments before. i knew for that instant what it was like existing as a wild dog.
all three perspectives then tumbled about in my consciousness as i continued to walk. no words could describe what had happened in rational terms and they never have since. only the shamans have spoken of such things.
since then i have had similar experiences with other animal energy. the red-tail hawk flying high above the hydro poles along the side of the highway spoke words in my mind...........hunt and kill.
that`s all he knew.