One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes
on inside people. He said, "My
son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. "It
is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger,
envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment,
inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued,
"The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,
kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The
same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too." The
grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which
wolf will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The
one you feed".
After a period of wolf and shifter dreams, they began to leave real-life
residues. Dreams that I was up in a
tree, upon waking I found a splinter embedded in my foot, and another I awoke
with a long, red scratch upon my belly from these wolf dreamings. They
came and went for awhile, the evidence apparent during the light of the day. Coming across this parable though, they
stopped their regularity. The reason why
these stopped so successionally was perhaps the fact that I understood now the
meaning of; there were two wolves I was learning from and feeding my very being
with... although sometimes I still do
wonder which in fact I am, the good one or the bad when I get too caught up
with the peculiarities of how the worlde does indeed work.
I do have a silver bullet. Although he did not know of
these affecting dreams it was given to me from my boyfriend. Mostly it stays on
my altar for safe keeping, sometimes the silver is worn when my energy calls
for a need for it... feeling safe to wear it upon my chest, occasionally the
silver bullet I wear over my heart. Why
this is so, one day surely I will Know.
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