Wolf Spirit

The information was well written and very inspiring which prompted me to write this response.
First let me try to explain my perspective.

My insights about creation….
I am a believer in God and his Son Jesus the Christ and The Creator who is also God, and the Holy Spirit of God.
This said, in the wisdom that God has given me, I see that God created spirits to guild and protect His creation. Some of these spirits look after specific life forms like trees and animals, others mind the elements; earth, fire, water, air. Some of the other spirits that have more dominions became known as angels as there power over other spirits was quite strong. But God made man different, he made man with a little bit of Himself included in the mix.

God gave man dominion over the earth and when Man fell with his relationship with God, all creation suffered and its natural order was disrupted so that it could no longer flow in peace and harmony within its self.
As man drifted away from God he lost communication with these spirits and could only see creation as a harsh environment filled with hostile forces. So in order to survive man had to adapt, either by conquering the environment, bending the forces of nature to his will and/or by living within the ways of nature’s uncertain balance.
As man drifts further from his created purpose and God, The Creator, his ways though self sustaining, tend to be more destructive to the creation rather than supportive and harmonic. We truly have a lot to learn.

Presenting information about the Wolf Spirit poses a problem in that; man has a tendency to interject and assume according to his understanding. I am hoping that some of the essence of the truth can be gleaned from what is claimed in these sources rather than letting ourselves get bogged down in mysticism and false religious beliefs. I do not question that these spirits exist, but the way that man has remembered and understood them.
The wolf is an animal but the Wolf Spirit is something quite different. Also, I would like to say that it is my understanding that there is more than one Wolf Spirit. As with many of the other kinds of spiritual being, there are several with the same affinity.
CTStewart

Hello Timberwolf,

My family has never been strictly religious or spiritual, but we’ve always had friends who were. One of the families closest to ours are a witch and her shaman husband. He felt his calling late in life and accepted it, and has been someone that I bring my dreams to for advice and guidance. They’ve known me since I was a little girl, and insisted that I had a gift. But I’ve always been stubborn, particularly in matters of spirituality (no thanks to my grandparents, who made a point of trying to baptize me and preach Christianity to me every time I came to visit). I accept that other people believe and I have nothing against them (indeed, I love learning about different faiths) but these bad experiences earlier in my life have completely shut me down towards accepting any one teaching (one of my favorite stories sums it up perfectly, “If there’s only one nation in the sky, shouldn’t all passports be valid for it?”).

Nevertheless, despite my steadfast rejection of religion, I’ve always been attracted to the supernatural and the spiritual. I’m one of those people who rarely takes pictures because I’ve freaked myself out so many times: on occasion I get this strong urge to snap a picture of a particular part of a room or something outside, and there’s always, “Something There.” It’s that instance where your heart sinks and you don’t go to sleep because you’ve made yourself paranoid. One of the biggest instances of this was that in high school I was sleeping at a friend’s house. Her and her sister had just gotten new cameras and I, in typical fashion, was sitting there watching as everyone else who was staying over played with them and took pictures. The urge came on me and I told them to give me one quick. I took a progression of shots in rapid-fire from one end of the living room to their front door: CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK. Five pictures, a panorama from the room attached to ours, the living room we were in and the closed front door. Every frame was of a cluster of white orbs (and don’t think I didn’t try to explain them off as dust motes: I’ve done my homework) traveling from their den and out the front door. They promptly made me go around the house and take others (even going so far as to put me in the dark garage when I was already freaked out) but the urge didn’t come over me again until I told them we should go outside. I walked down the street and took three pictures of the sky over a house two doors down from theirs. They were the only pictures I took while outdoors. About fifty feet above their roof was this fat, orange orb like a damn map marker on Google Maps. I couldn’t explain this one away because the moon was at my back in a waning crescent, and definitely not orange. So I said, “Fuck that,” put the camera back in one of the sister’s hands and walked back to the house while they started taking pictures too. Needless to say, they got nothing. I’ve also (though I’ve only admitted this to the shaman I mentioned above) always noticed a small, dark shadow darting in the corner of my vision. It’s not menacing: it’s just THERE, moving the way you’d expect a rat to by always clinging to the corners. I’ve never looked at it dead-on but it keeps showing up, nagging me. So for someone who steadfastly denies to have any sort of faith, I certainly seem to be making a hypocrite of myself.

Anyway, there IS a reason I started writing this comment. Several months ago my life took a nose dive. I became depressed, couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t keep food down. I was physically, emotionally and spiritually ill to the point of being hospitalized for a week because I was so badly dehydrated from not keeping anything down. I was told I was suffering from severe anxiety, and I felt it. When I could sleep I was having vivid dreams of searching for something: at first I was looking in places like carnivals and empty cities and abandoned houses, but then they took me to the woods. My dreams took me to places I’ve only seen on TV: leaf-littered forests in India and South America, barren tundras and the Arctic Circle. It was about the time that I started dreaming of the outdoors that I became aware of a big predator following me. I don’t know if it always was and I just didn’t notice it, but once it was just the two of us… boy, was I aware. Oddly it never scared me: I was just always focused on walking to stay ahead of it. I didn’t think it would do me any good to panic, and I wasn’t aware of its intent beyond that it was stalking me and that I never once glimpsed it. My thoughts would just sort of fill in the blanks: when I was dreaming of India I’d think a tiger was following me (those were the worst; there’s something truly terrifying about thinking a big cat is hunting you). Arctic Circle? Polar bear. Etc.

I shared these with my shaman friend and he thought it sounded like I was receiving my calling. I told him I didn’t want it and was told in return that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. After almost 4 months of sickness I was discharged from the military and sent home, where my anxiety fell away. I took that to mean it wasn’t a calling after all. The dreams continued, but not as frequently, though they remained vivid. I’d still consult him about them and we’d talk, but not as often.

The past 3 days has been a resurgence of the dreams but not of the anxiety (thank goodness, because it was awful).

The 1st night’s theme was knowing secret places and pathways. I was in an (apartment building) where everyone believed there were only 4 floors when I knew there were 5. I knew this because I and 2 companions (not like one of those dreams where your friends are in them, but 2 strangers who walked on either side and slightly behind me) found an elevator leading to a 5th. It was laid out like a VIP club, one where I felt distinctly out-of-place from all the glamorous people around me. But none of them seemed to mind, and in fact several spoke to me casually with a, “Hey, you finally found it!” vibe (which, since I’ve been having dreams about searching for something for months, was a relief).

The 2nd night was a return to the forest, but this time it was a huge pine forest. The needles underfoot were thick and dry, and there wasn’t any underbrush. You could see bare trunks for hundreds of yards because the branches started way above my head. I got the sense that something was following me like all the others, so I started walking like I usually do. The whole night was just walking, not hurrying, just like I was taking a stroll. What was different this time was that I stumbled upon a huge white animal. I mean HUGE. I mean so large, how I didn’t see it astonished me. It was laying on its side, not hurt, not sleeping, just resting. But when I woke up that morning I didn’t know what it was: all I knew was that I’d stumbled on a large white animal. The rest of that scene is entirely vivid: just the knowledge of what it was escaped me.

The next day I went to the zoo. I was there so long and saw so much that that night I dreamed… well, about the zoo. At first I thought it didn’t have any significance: I was just replaying my day in stunning HD. It wasn’t until I jerked awake that my brain made a rapid-fire series of connections. It was like when you see an animal and you don’t know what it is, so you look it up, and though you search through hundreds, when you finally see it you KNOW it. You go, “Eureka! That’s what I saw!” The scene in the forest returned to me with so much clarity that I’m giddy with joy.

So I came around a tree and there was a slight depression in the ground in front of me, like a bowl. Not very deep, but the rest of the forest floor is incredibly flat. Though it’s not dark under the trees, in this small space there’s strong sunlight. There’s a huge –HUGE– white timber wolf laying on his side in this depression. His back is to me when I walk up on him, but then my view of the dream shifts so that I’m seeing him straight-on and myself standing behind him and slightly to the left. His head is up and his ears are open in the direction he’s looking (which is now at me, but not at… physical… me?). I’m wearing brown, which is my favorite color, but I don’t have a lot of brown clothes. Anyway. His mouth is open in what on a dog would be a huge grin (is it the same for wolves?) and his tongue is lolling out. He’s panting, not like a dog who’s been running, but like a dog that’s trying to cool off (I live in California and our pine forests are incredibly dry… but we don’t have wolves). He doesn’t look at –physical– me, but he’s comfortable with me being there like he’s been expecting me to turn up.

The more I think about it the happier I get; I even tear up. And I NEVER cry. Well, rarely. I’d best describe it as that feeling of coming home after a long, long time away.

hello timberwolf i have been having visions of wolves running in fields and i feel their presence wen i sleep like they are watching over me.
u ever heard abiut this before. iom half cherokee because my dad is full blooded cherokee

Early this year I remember having great difficulty falling asleep. I was unsure of my life path. One sleepless night I look up to see that a great wolf, standing about 6 ft., tall was staring back at me on the other side of my room. Frightened, I told myself if I closed my eyes the image would soon subside. As I opened my eyes, I could clearly see that the wolf was still standing there. The wolf was wearing what appeared to be a white gown and a white bonnet. Just this week I got my cards read. When I asked about the wolf I was told not to fear it for it was my guide and protector. I was told my spirit may be Native American which confused me a great deal because I come from a Mexican background. I feel my purpose in life is to dive into all things spiritual and to eventually help others. I am clairvoyant and also see and hear other spirits on rare occasions. I am age 19 now and the occurrences are becoming more frequent. Who do I turn to to guide me in this psychical world?

What a great site. I was enjoying reading your post on cymatics and dna. I was looking for a connection between the forms produced by cymatics and the representations shown as the traditional chakras to see if the patterns were simular. Then i saw this post about the wolf spirit.

To keep it short.. With my history of music, singing, love of dogs and a host of other things… This post means a lot to me and thank you for taking such time and care in writin your posts. The quality and depth is seldom seen these days.

Hi Gin and welcome back to Timberwolf HQ,
Yes I remember the last time you visited here, stirred up a great discussion and I enjoyed every moment of it. Got a lot of feedback too.
How are things going with you? I see you seem a little skeptical still, but no worries, we are here to answer your questions no matter how embarrassing they may feel to you.
By any chance when you were on your road trip were you thinking or dreaming of wolves at the time you felt this? It is very possible you were. When you dream, your sub-conscience mind will actually let you feel, hear and taste things. Have you ever thought about craving a particular food and could actually taste it? That is your sub-conscience mind at work. It could very well be you felt your wolf guide brush by you or even nuzzle you, probably trying to get your attention. I even had dreams so realistic that in one I could actually feel someones fingers going through my hair! Talk about waking someone up from a sound sleep! But I will save that topic for another article. It is not too far fetched for you to experience this at this point, the key again is to keep an open mind and accept what is happening and work with it. Don’t worry about what others think, if you feel uncomfortable talking to people close to you, maybe you shouldn’t, they would not understand anyway. That is why we are here to help.

Ken Lonewolf

I think I’m a white wolf.

im a white wolf

I’m obviously from European decent (name)… but since moving to Montana, I’ve had two very close encounters with wolves that were literally crossing my path. They were both within relative close proximity to me, my home, the last one (tonight) was actually in town. Each time I was never afraid and wanted them to stay just a little longer. I am a Christian, I’m also very spiritual and believe everything happens for a reason. I also know there is some sort of meaning I’m supposed to be taking away from these close encounters with wolves, but I’m not sure what it is. However, I do feel a Native American answer in relation to the wolves is where I will find the answer. If you have any food for thought, email me, please.

Hello there, I’m Lonewolf. My real name is Hannah and I’m 14.

A few days ago, I started having really strange feelings like I was being watched or stalked. My favorite animal is a wolf, has been from around the age of 4ish. I love them. Misunderstood animals they are. I feel like I can understand them in some way.

Ever since I was little, I would hear these voices in my head. To someone other than me, would probably think it was something outside or from something they watched, maybe even their imagination… I know that it is somebody calling my name. It is faint, but clear enough for me to hear the name “hannah” being called out. I normally go downstairs because it sounds like my mum. I ask her if she called me, the answer is always no. Sometimes it is a male voice, I do the same with my dad and brothers, answer is still no. I talked to my church leader about this, he told me that it was God trying to reach out to me and if it happens again, I should talk to God. It isn’t God.

The other day I started having wolf dreams again. I had a few before but they were just nightmares where my friends die and I am standing alone in front of a fire. I am a wolf. It isn’t like them anymore. These ones almost feel real, like they are my reality and this reality is all a dream.

The first one started off with me and my friends going on a camping trip together. 2 are wolves, I do not know this yet. I get turned, I am confused, but excited at the same time. Near the end of the dream, I find out who the other wolves are. They both belong to different packs, and have always hated each other. One of them I have known for a very long time. I have known her since I was born. She is the one who turned me. I did not know that till the very end of the dream. The other is a friend I have known for a few years. We always fight but still we are friends. That’s when I woke up, when I found out she was the other wolf.

I had told my friend about this a few hours before I went to bed yesterday. She told me that I am connected. She thinks I am connected to a wolf in some way. Maybe from past life or something. I believe her now.

Last nights dream felt so real like I was awake when it all happened. My family and my friends family, we were in a forest hiking. That’s when it happened. That’s when I saw it. I didn’t see the face, but I was drawn to it like I have just found that one perfect thing I have been searching for my whole life. I had left my family and walked slowly towards it. I could hear it’s voice, singing to the moon. I was almost a meter away from it, when it ran away. I turned around to see my dad behind me shouting at me for walking off. I wanted to know if I would find the wolf again. I couldn’t because my mum was shouting at me to get out of bed.

I am almost certainly convinced now that my spiritual animal is a wolf, or I am connected to one from a past life or something. This is because today I kept blanking out. When I did so, I would be in an open clearing in the middle of a beautiful forest. I would see a pack of wolves run like they didn’t have a care in the world, and all they wanted to do was be free and run like the wind. I would sit there, watching them. This happened to me at least 10 times today.

People keep saying to me that I have an evil stare of some sort. I would sit or stand there, not saying anything, just staring into nothing. I always go to the clearing and my friends get creeped out by this because it happens to me a few times a day.

Please could you help me. I need to know if I am just an imaginative person, or all of this is true. Any advice would be helpful.