My identification and love of wolves comes from the judgment and false accusations I’ve endured my entire life. Because of my appearance, my religion, my types of music, I’ve been labeled the devil and evil. I believe ignorance is the true darkness in evil. Just as the Big Bad Wolf of “Little Red Riding Hood” lives on in fairy tales, today’s wolves are still demonized. Wolves hold a special place in the hearts and minds of many people as inspiring symbols of all things wild. For others, wolves are the creatures of nightmares, their mere existence triggering irrational fear and hatred.
I do not just bare the name of the great father teacher, I honor him. I honor and live his seven lessons: Responsibility, Education, Protection, Nourishing, Tolerance, Leading and Love. I honor his primal strength and the wisdom of his glowing eyes. I honor the free fierce spirit of the wolf, who wanders the lands, who stalks in silent shadows, and who teaches me to relentlessly track my desires, and stand in defense of those I love.
To look into the eyes of the wolf, is to see your own soul.
I even honor the folklore of the wolf. The werewolf. By honoring this folklore I never touch, wear or use silver. Also I see the truth of the werewolf. Anyone is a potential werewolf. Because the werewolf represents the primal animalistic side of human nature. Under emotional stress civilized human qualities regress to basic animal reaction, and a threshold of potential physical change is reached.
We’ve doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we have deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be – the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer—which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.