Last night I had an incredible journey I want to share. To begin, I need to introduce Shota Sape (Black Smoke) and explain a bit about her and I. She came to me during a mediation on the Full Wolf Moon. She is fairly young, black and dark grey wolf with a spot of white between her eyes, and white feet. We have been spending time together, getting to know one another, several times a week. With her I have learned to transform into a larger dark grey and white wolf, and we have started hunting together, or sometimes just running through the trees and snow together. It's been pretty awesome, all around.
Last night, Shota joined me in my sacred space. Its a space I created decades ago, and retreated to when dealing with insomnia or anxiety that might be keeping me awake at night. We descend down a flight of narrow rock steps into the rock encased cave of a mountain. Once inside the cave, it opens up into a low roofed (ten feet high ish) cavern, with an area against one wall where the floor becomes sand warmed from below, which is piled with buffalo robes and pillows and cushions for sleeping. There is a nice firepit with a rock oven for baking, and a small stream of clear, pure water that flows into a rock basin. Near to that is a wooden table for cooking and eating. On the far side of the cavern is a larger wooden table with lanterns hung over it, piled with books and papers, where I can study and write if needed. Shota has spent time with me there, and we often fall asleep together on the warm sand after hunting.
At the far end of the cavern is a opening to a winding tunnel that leads outside to a small valley. It is slightly downhill from the cavern, and there is a heavy robe hung over the opening to help keep the wind from finding its way inside when its cold. Shota and I trotted down that tunnel toward the valley. I was dressed in a breachclout and moccasins, with leather wraps on my lower legs and a couple of bands around my upper arms. My hair was much longer and bound back in braids, with a leather thong wrapped around my forehead to keep it out of my eyes. I had a sleeveless leather tunic of sorts covering my upper body, leaving my arms uncovered. We exited the cave at dusk, our favorite time of the day.
Shota wanted to hunt, but I said no, gently, and asked her to take me to the one who was waiting to meet me. She shot out across the valley at a easy lope and I ran after her on two feet, feeling it was important to meet in whoever I was meeting in my current form. As we neared the edge of the trees, a figure stepped out of the gloom to greet me. He was a black stallion, with a slightly dished, very refined head, a sleek, strong body and deep, challenging eyes. I stepped quietly up to him, one hand gently stroking his neck, as he lowered his head and pressed his nuzzle against my chest in greeting. We stood for a moment like that, until he stepped out of the trees completely and turned his body sideways to me. It was an invitation to mount. As I moved next to him, he unfurled his wings to make room for me on his back and my breath caught in my throat.
I caught a fistful of mane and swung up in one easy motion, legs wrapping around him just behind the wing joints where they connected to his shoulders. Once I was settled, Shota jumped up as well, settling behind me, her chin on my shoulder, body pressed to my back, and the wonderful creature we were sitting on lifted us into the air. It felt a lot like a hand gallop, both the motion and the feeling beneath me, but instead of racing across the ground we flew through the air. It reminded me of racing horses at the race track, where you ride more by balance than anything else, and I leaned forward and tucked myself between his wings. We soared and it was apparent we could fly any where.
The flight did not last very long and I could feel his amusement that we were already done with the flying part of our journey. As we dipped toward the ground, I realized that he had a dark silver horn spiraling out of his forehead, wicked sharp and deathly long. I stroked his neck as we landed and asked his name. He told me it was Washoshe Sape (Black Daring Warrior) and as I slipped to his side, Shota jumping down next to me, he told me he would be my teacher and guide and friend going forward. He would teach me to be a spiritual warrior and the three of us would go into battle together against the forces that are all too obviously gaining ground in the battle for the Earth. We moved so that we were facing each other as he conveyed to me our goals, than held my breath as he lowered his horn to touch my chest, just over my heart, with the tip of his horn. It was a promise and a commitment.
He faded back into the trees as Shota and I headed toward the cave, our journey done