She-Wolf Rising

Darkness fades on
her own blood-stained skin
Her body is limp, exposed to the wind
She lies down her hips, paws curled in submission

But all she remembers: take no supervision


The She-wolf’s fur lifts itself
up into ice-blue skies
She has one or two breaths left,
Maybe One just a sigh
She begins a soft moan,
for God’s pillow, she cries
But She never loses heart
even as she dies.

Her eyes would once glisten
Before greed stained the skies
And the buffalo once grazed here,
and the smoke curls would rise


They were coals warm and shiny
and blackened one time,
what’s left now is dullness
and bleak from the lies

As daybreak arises,
Two hawks she did see fly
She prayed up to the heavens
as worms quivvered by

The winter sun sets,
Last horizon, her view
Once children could hear her,
Her call among few

Now she awaits: Grandmother, Grandfather
Oh please now take me, I’ve lost me earth mother

The bullet was shiny, a white man’s prize.
Rounded and silver, it gave him a rise.
My stomach left queezy, my head and heart splitting
It’s the hidden I dread now, legs weak from the spitting

Her shiver, her wheezing
She knows her own suffering
Her witness to rivals
met its end in their rough ring

Was a call to submission
No she-wolf would answer
She gave no permission
So they couldn’t chance her

Was better to finish, in the sky of the moon
at winter’s cold brightness
Then to wait for the noon

So off they had hurried, five drinking gentlemen
With arrows and pistols
to see who would win
The best-looking among them, wore a cross with a dove
His aim was plumb, says it was nature, he loved
Was a derringer bullet, the heaviest draw
That man took his best aim
…and the bullet it saw.

A surprised look, a scream,
Those wolf-eyes’ did gleam,
They darted in anger,
in that waning moon beam.

Was not for the food, nor the fur
that they prized
But the sharpness of the draw
and the sport of it, they would pride.

So down goes the wild one
Spirit leaving the plain
For the savoring of blood
Lest the wild one be tame.

Copyright 2010, 20111, 2012/Nancy Dundatscheck

Carbon and Cowpaths: Psychic Permaculture

Pisceas: A cross on a rock

Moving forward into a truly healthy modern age, one must consult with archaic principles and practices: the cows took the proper way based on an inner knowing. Therefore, re-examining how, when, and where one places one's foot, is of utmost importance. The earth rewards us with prosperity for examining and listening.

Give Floral Acupuncture a Try

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Interesting concept.

Redefining Cowpaths via Shamanic Journeying

The Veil

This idea is to look at a geographic location, work within the constructs of commercial, social and environmental events through a time prism, and then place it within a psychic overlay of understanding. Myriads of possibilities await discovery. If you think your particular piece of land has a mystery that needs to be solved, consult with me. Blocks can be resolved, and the land may flourish. Radiancenaturephoto@yahoo.com. Thanks.

New Healing Ability: Psychic Surgery

Due to Archangel Metatron and the Merkaba activation, can serve all creatures on earth with energetic diagnostics and psychic surgery on the energy body. Fee: Sliding scale. Best way to reach: radiancenaturephoto@yahoo.com. Blessings.

On Treading the Tiger's Tail: The Lake in Number Ten Hexagram

In divination, Hexagram Ten shows:

"not only reflecting and absorbing what’s above, taking it into inner circulation, but also somehow calling it, inviting it. This, just like treading behind tigers, calls for immense care – the ‘ritual conduct’ meaning of Hexagram 10. There are so many ways to go wrong – most of them having to do with confusing my own preconceived ideas with what the oracle inspires.I think this is why the junzi when Treading ‘differentiates above and below.’ The lake needs to reflect all the depth of heaven, not to confuse the two, but to create an inner sense of another dimension. There’s a couplet in a poem of Goethe’s describing a lake at dusk, how it rests ‘reflecting back black-deepened darknesses’:

‘Schwartzvertiefte Finsternisse
Wiederspiegelnd ruht der See.’ "

from Clarity I Ching, original link: http://onlineclarity.co.uk/answers/2008/09/01/hexagram-10-and-the-experience-of-divination/ 

Who is the Tiger here? I asked spirit, and s/he said, "The Tiger is you. But it she is also in the people you are asking favor from. What have they to gain, or receive, from you? Perhaps they perceive something negative (that you are stepping on their tail)." I find from my own experience, when other people perceive Tiger in you (and in my case, although I am a gentle sort, still have Tiger's lash-out temper at times), they may construct a defensive sort of tiger based on their projections of competing with them. Although I feel it is really a shame because I feel I am coming from a sincere place of wanting to give my energy, that is my problem! 

Plenty Reflecting

Going more than a dozen times around this same wheel with the same result, I find Tigers around me reflecting/projecting my deep insecurities, and that maybe I should be not asking for anything at all, or, come purely from the heart of giving, and asking for nothing in return--at all. It usually means giving money. But I am sure it's even more than that. I just don't know what, yet!

The Earth is Vibrantly Alive

“The earth isn’t insensible, as we’ve been led to believe. All of our unhappiness in life stems from our trying to live up to the expectation of people and our having forgotten what ancient humans knew: that we are first and foremost children of the earth, and that she loves us from the bottom of her heart.”  From Bob Makransky’s Magical Sampler, page 363. Check out The Magical Almanac