Laughing Coyote’s Blog

I first met Wolf and Deerdancer at a drumming circle. She was what they called a ”Sheripiari” a female shaman and “Time Traveler”, or one who relocated periodically from place to place, for no particular length of time and collected information from each place for future use, Wolf was a “Spirit Healer” who delved in ancient magick practices.

He had drowned when he was 6 yrs. old and still remembers to this day the fine details of hitting the water and slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake. He was accidently knocked off the dock into the water by an older child who was trying to escape from another while playing tag. Wolf said he didn’t flounder but sank slowly face down, a school of minnow’s parting allowing him to pass further towards the bottom. A crawfish scurried across the sandy bottom just as Wolf hit it with his left shoulder and rolled onto his back. Now facing the surface he felt no fear as he watched the silver bubbles of air rush towards the surface and then…….darkness. He said he doesn’t remember how much time past before he was forced / brought back to life, but those all around him were wailing while the adult who held him close to his chest, tears streaming down his face.

As a teen he escaped falling beneath the wheels of a moving freight train. It was as though there was an angel protecting him, keeping him alive for some unknown reason.

In 1968 he had his first out-of-body experience while under the guidence of a yogi and it wasn’t until 1971 when he had his second near death experience. This time he did feel fear as he cried out to be saved. He remembers the details just as if it were yesterday but did’nt wish to share them with me.

When I first met Deerdancer her appearence was on the frumpy side and she was a bit over-weight, although, she had a animalism attractivness and a warmth that could melt the Polar Ice-caps in mid Feb.  Over the next couple of years I watched the metamorphose as she lost weight and got a new make-over. I knew she was trying to get some-ones attention.  Wolf offered her a “Reading” and to my surprise she accepted with great enthusiasm and this would  give Wolf the opportunity to lock her down.

Wolf and Deerdancer would get together at least twice a month ouside the circle and swap mojos, performing rituals and ceremony on one another. One such ritual was drinking a hallucinogen made from the San Pedo Cactus from her navel while injesting a butterfly larva. Deerdancer would then check Wolf’s pulse until it stopped and after a few moments they would begin their journey together to the cave of the Medicine Bear where the ancient ones awaited around the Council Fires.  

Deerdancer plays in early morn haze,
While in silence he waits in the tree-line.
Ducks splashed in the water and so did the Otter
While Crow watched from the top of a pine.

The sun he rose quick and burnt off the haze,
Revealing the place where she lay.
Wolf upwind senses, ’tis the moment to seize, 
As Deerdancer gets to her knees.

Deerdancer and Wolf, caught up in the dance 
While winds shift and so do emotions.
Butterfly drifts in on a breeze
All to soon caught up in commotion.

In full embrace, face to face,
They gazed into each other’s soul.
Then her breath quickened deep, half closed eyes, if to sleep
Bluejay came in from the knoll.

She softly cried out as Wolf’s mouth closed upon her
And still she didn’t fight back.
Just for a moment both heartbeats stood still
When the snap of a twig brought them back.

The water reflected the sadness
That came over each others face.
Then with a slight smile of triumph
They’re now parts of another place.

It has been four moons now since I have seen Wolf and Deerdancer at the circle.