Dancing With Crocodiles

When dancing with Crocodiles

beware their sharp and deadly teeth,

like malicious and ignorant gossips

spreading lies like viral news,

ever intent to bite you hard

whatever you might say or do.

When dancing with Crocodiles

watch your steps where they wish to lead

hoping you’ll fall and bleed

to feed their perverse appetites.

Move in awareness with the flow

of forces stronger than you know

who prey that you will die,

a weakened, willing sacrifice.

When dancing with Crocodiles

tune in to their thoughts- strange,

indifferent, defiant of any change

that weakens their hold on power

to dominate their world of fear.

(This is a dance of life and death.

Use your instincts and insight to understand

this hostile world that they command.

If you thought they could ever love you,

it would soon become quite clear

their nature twists and rolls with wild control.

At anything appearing weak,

in many a tale, their tails will strike

what they don’t understand.)

When dancing with Crocodiles,

your strategy may even be wise

to project your own disguise,

dancing as one of them and

using the powers of mind

until they give you no mind

as you pass to the other side.

When dancing with Crocodiles

like ancient Initiates of long ago,

you must surrender, let go, all fears

to move through and understand them

in ways that will not harm,

even surrendering to death if you must.

Your Spirit is ever Eternal.

The Crocodile Dance will end.

In Life’s Process of Evolution,

in Revolution and Extinction of Species,

Life’s Process is Constant, Continual Change.

November 29, 2021- Shelley Wilson

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Just An Old Woman

Sunlight Through Raindrops:

Just An Old Woman:

I’m just an old Woman, a Mother

low on the Social Pyramid of Man,

writing and doing the best that I can.

In any formal Religion, I don’t fit in

especially those who claim we’re born in sin

or need their Exclusive Membership for

Their Version of Heaven and God they adore.

I love and honour all that’s Sacred and Good

intended by their Founders and understood.

I honour the Spiritual Masters of fame-

Krishna then Buddha, Moses then Mohammed,

Jesus then Baha’u’llah, Babaji then Yogananda

and so many more- Male and Female-

Masters of every colour and Race

in every Time and in every Place.

I honour Masters and Initiates whose names

are now hidden in the Mists of Time

since the birth of Humanity on this Earth.

I love their Spirit with all my heart,

that Love of God never separate, apart,

from Life Itself within us all-

even just an old Woman, a Mother

low on the Social Pyramid of Man,

writing and doing the best that I can.

November 28, 2021- Shelley Wilson

God’s Gifts

Sunlight Through Raindrops:

God’s Gifts:

Celebrate them

or deny them-

some celebrate,

some do deny

God’s precious gifts,

the gifts of Spirit,

sacred treasures,

they do deny…

These holy gifts

are all within us,

Love within,

Joy within,

Peace within,

Freedom within,

Gratitude within-

each one God’s gift,

a holy presence

and sacred treasure,

the wealth of Spirit

all found within.

November 27, 2021

Shelley Wilson

I Thank God

Sunlight Through Raindrops:

I Thank God:

I thank God

the Age of Kali Yuga is long passed

though some would wish to bring it back

in primitive brutalities and ignorant confusions

enslaving Humanity to Misunderstandings

about God, about Life, about Everything.

The Age of Kali Yuga is long over-

the Electricities and Magnetism now known.

Today’s Technologies are not of Kali’s Realm.

Globally, Intelligence now rises

despite all attempts to suppress,

despite Black Magic desperately clinging-

Psychological Warfare, Weather Warfare,

Science Experiments without Conscience,

corrupt Politics with Compassionless Laws,

Global Industries without Integrity,

News and Entertainments intended

to prejudice and dull Minds,

Confused Educations of a Confused Past

where Wars of Religions without Love

Caused Countless Sufferings and Deaths-

Hid Truths and Histories, the Facts

about Earth’s and Humanity’s Past

in Power Plays and War Games

throughout their Militant, Corrupted Past.

Intelligence now rises. Hidden truths become revealed.

We start to see through that World of Lies.

Intelligence gains strength in direct knowing-

a growing global momentum…

The Dead who cling will see God’s Light.

Then come Cultures of Compassion,

a Federation strong in Life’s Light,

Everything seen more clearly as we evolve,

understanding God and Life more clearly,

Wisdom profiting our Insight.

(November 26, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Holy Sacred Divine

Sunlight Through Raindrops:

Holy Sacred Divine

Every Baby born on Earth is holy,

wondrous, precious and divine.

Every Birth is ever a Miracle,

Life’s glorious Mystery sublime.

Animal-Human with Life’s own Spirit,

Life Itself in many forms

is wondrously, gloriously divine.

Earth’s Bodies of Water are sacred-

ponds and puddles, oceans and seas,

lakes and rivers, creeks and streams…

Wondrous Worlds in drops of rain, or

elegant designs in flakes of snow

carried on unseen winds and breezes

gather to Earth’s holy Lands below.

All Lands are holy Lands, sacred Lands-

Continents drifting slowly over time,

boundaries continually shifting,

boundaries cultural and physical,

changing borders of Mankind,

borders religious and political-

beliefs, events, systems and structures

appearing and disappearing in time.

Every Day and Night is sacred.

Every Night is a holy Night,

every Night is blessed and divine.

Every Day sees the Grace of Light,

every Day blessed and divine.

Earth revolves through God’s Heavens,

every motion is Grace in time.

Life evolves throughout the Cosmos,

every Life an intelligent design,

complex or simple in design.

Aware or not, believe it or not,

Life, our Life, is truly divine.

(November 22, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

In It

This and Other Realities:

In It

I am In a World of Wonder.
A World of Wonder is In me.
You are In It too.
Do you see? Do you see?

I am In Nature.
Nature is In me.
You are In It too.
Do you see? Do you see?

I am In Earth’s Ecosphere.
Earth’s Ecosphere’s In me.
You are In It too.
Do you see? Do you see?

I am In the Universe.
The Universe is In me.
You are In It too.
Do you see? Do you see?

I am In God’s Life.
God’s Life is In me.
You are In It too.
Do you see? Do you see?

November 13, 2021
Shelley Wilson

Spiritual Amnesia

This and Other Realities:

Spiritual Amnesia

There is a Spiritual Purpose for our Spiritual Amnesia when we are born. That Purpose is a Fresh Start. It is part of God’s, Life’s, Process for our Spiritual Evolution here on this Planet. We Forget in order to Remember in this Realm of Duality.

In the Process of Remembering our Spirit, our true and essential Nature as Beings of Spirit, Divine Energy, and the Great Oneness of All Life, some of us awaken to Remembrance of other Lifetimes of Experience. We get visual images, like Yogananda, or simply Direct Knowings of our Soul’s ‘past’, of places or events or people in our life in the ‘present’. This goes beyond mere wishful thinking of wanting to have ‘lived the life’ of someone famous or ‘exciting’.

(Remembering ‘past lives’ is further complicated by the Soul’s ‘Diamond Nature’ of being able to express the Divine Nature by having many Aspects, Individuations, Facets expressed or lived at the same time- the same as well as other Timelines.)

Life cannot die. It is formless and genderless and eternal. Life expresses Itself in many Forms and It ‘Recycles’- It ‘Trans-forms’.

Our Souls- our Energy Units- are Divine. We come from our Creator- our Source- our ‘Spiritual Home’- and we Return Home. We Return to the Great Oneness and become once again Heaven Itself. As Individualized Units of Life Energy, however, we have Free Will Choice to either ‘Stay Home’ or Continue On in our Spiritual Adventures.

When here on Earth, Remembering our Soul’s ‘past lives’ can be an aid in our Spiritual Evolution. It can help us to understand relationships, circumstances, challenges and opportunities in our ‘here and now’ present life experiences. It is part of the Process of growing Awareness piercing the limitations of Personal Ego- Personality and Personal Mindset and Beliefs influenced by such things as Family and Culture.

Soul has no ‘gender’- neither male nor female- the ‘relationship naming’ of ‘son’ or ‘daughter of God is merely a ‘naming tool’ we humans have created to indicate ‘connection’ to our Life Source. The Spirit of Life is Formless yet can take on Any Form. Forms are ever-changing Energy which ‘appears’ and ‘disappears’, ‘trans-forming’. Our bodies and our lives do this whether we are Aware or not.

When contemplating Spiritual Amnesia this morning, the story of Jesus came to mind.

At the birth of Jesus, in the Spring- not December, three Spiritual Kings- three Spiritual Masters- three Magi from the East came bearing gifts for the ‘newborn King’. Their gifts symbolized their understanding of his life’s Spiritual Purpose and also to acknowledge the Return of the King to his Land.

I’ll ‘owl-ways’ believe that Jesus was the reincarnation of King Melchizedek, the former King of the ‘city-state’ called Jeru- Salem, the City of Peace. When King Melchizedek ruled Jerusalem, it was known as the City of Peace because all warring factions could not enter with weapons. It was a place of Truce then, recognized and respected by the people of that time.

As King Melchizedek was known as ‘the King of Peace’, so too- Jesus, the Spiritual King, was later known as ‘the Prince of Peace’. At the visit of the Three Kings, the Magi, the infant Jesus was acknowledged as a King reborn. That he was not later recognized- and even feared as a threat- by those in political and religious power, those being the local representatives of the then ruling Romans and the influential religious authorities of the Judaic Branch of the Israelite Tribes- all ignorant of who he was, does not negate the fact that he was the reincarnation of King Melchizedek.

The ‘Messiah’ these people imagined to come and save them from Roman Occupation was to be a ‘War Lord’- a ‘War Lord’ to conquer their enemies and to rule the World. King Melchizedek, the King of Peace, and Jesus, the Spiritual King- the ‘King/Prince’ of Peace- was not the Messiah War Lord they had imagined and expected. “…they know not what they do.”

As a ‘Spiritual King’- Jesus knew and understood his Spiritual Divinity, his Divine Nature, as had many Spiritual Masters before and after. He Remembered His Spirit, the Divine Nature and Essence within him and within all humans (whether aware, awake and remembering their own Spiritual Nature or still in Spiritual Amnesia- not knowing Who They Are and even in hostile denial of this Great Truth.)

His Soul-Selected Mission was to Remind others of their own Spiritual Nature, their Spirit, and the Peace of God within. Inner Peace creates outer Peace. His Mission was not to add to all the Needless Suffering of humans and other creatures. All suffering and pain that has been created in his name since has been Needless and based in mistaken understandings and false beliefs. No one ever needed to harm others or themselves in any way in his name. No one ever needed to harm others or themselves in any way in the many names we refer to God as Creator, Life Itself. So much Needless Suffering!!!

Kings and Queens symbolize the power, majesty and glory of Spirit, not as ‘Mastery Over Others’ but as Self-Mastery, the true Goal and Remembrance of every Soul ‘Knowing Thy Self ’becomes Aware of Its true Divine Nature, the Omnipresence of God, the Great Oneness of All Life, the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ and Peace within us.

November 12, 2021
Shelley Wilson

Owl Tales and Photos

A Note To My Previous Post: Owl Tales

‘Owl’ tell you something else.

Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut was part Nubian.

Despite all attempts to erase her name and memory, much of her constructions, relics and artifacts- like her jewellery, still exist (made by her jewellers, though claimed to be that of following rulers, a common practice of inheritance and even grave-robbing by secret royal orders- or royals claiming greatness by falsely putting their name on more ancient structures like Pharaoh Kufu-Cheops- blatantly false claims to the Pyramids.) Even today, Hatshepsut’s love poems written to and with Solomon (called The Songs of Solomon) still exist, though confusingly interpreted now as ‘Holy Scripture’. Well, ‘everything is the meaning we give it’.

This Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut, chosen by her Father and fully Initiated, ruled Upper and Lower Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia, a part of the Arabian Peninsula called Saba (Sheba)…and other Tribute Lands, trading extensively throughout the surrounding areas. She travelled to ‘Punt’, the Egyptian name for ‘the Holy Land, with exotic ‘gifts’- a ‘trade mission’- bringing her ‘entourage’ of highly skilled people, including Architects. Punt, ‘the Holy Land’, had also grown wealthy due to King Solomon’s ‘Wisdom’, his ‘Connections’, through several foreign marriages- alignments to foreign ruling families, and his Business Connections with Hiram of Tyre who owned a fleet of ships profitably transporting cargo between countries.

King Solomon was not as wealthy or powerful as Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut but was considered by her and her advisors as a suitable partner for a royal marriage, offspring and trade connections. All of this infuriated his powerful priests, his court and many others, as with the powerful families and priests- those power structures- of her lands. Yes, all of this became ‘translated’ into the supposed Anger of God in ‘the Holy Land’ and the Anger of the ‘Gods’ in Egypt. It became a mystery for scholars to ponder for centuries, for others to create myths or tamper with evidence and dates, and for tourist guides to repeat like gossip for a pay-check.

There’s ‘nothing new under the sun’ where Competing Powers are concerned, though most of us ‘don’t give a hoot’ unless we’re personally impacted. Many were, many still are…

Truly, we are a very young Species.

November 5, 2021

Shelley Wilson

Owl Tales

Philosophy, The Love of Wisdom

I believe that everything we experience in life here on Earth has a Spiritual Purpose- the ‘good’, the ‘bad’, the ‘beautiful’, the ‘ugly’- and that every manifestation of all our loves and fears eventually leads to Knowledge, Understanding and Wisdom when we turn within to Remember our Essential Nature, our Spirit. This can be achieved in one moment of one lifetime or through the course of many lifetimes. We are all co-creators with God, the God Force, the Life Force, the Process and the ‘chi’ of everything.

The crown of Wisdom is symbolized beautifully in the crowns of Royalty here on Earth and in the halos depicted around the heads of Spiritual Masters. These are recognitions of the majesty, power and glory of Spirit in everything and the Great Oneness of Ultimate Reality.

Life on Earth can be messy, chaotic and intimidating as we experience ‘predator and prey’ realities in our limited and linear world of spiritual amnesia, but even this has Spiritual Purpose.

Owl Symbolism

Owls have come to represent Earthly Wisdom, a positive symbol in Western Cultures and a more negative one in Eastern Cultures. The Owl sees and hears through the darkness (of ignorance) what others cannot see or hear, like clairvoyants and clairaudients, having abilities to know what others try to hide- their secrets. The Owl doesn’t waste energy. It observes carefully before acting.

Owl See You

My dear Mother, Dixie, a compassionate, empathetic, gregarious woman with psychic abilities, identified with the Owl. Shortly after she died in Northeastern Ontario, September 2015, my daughter, Alissa, and I were gifted by the visit of a Barred Owl sitting in a tree here in Victoria, BC. We learned through the Humane Society later that the Owl died shortly after capture. It had been accidentally electrocuted just before we saw it, so it was a Miracle that it was still able to fly to that tree and sit there while we shared those special moments.

The Owl At School

I grew up in the presence of a stuffed and mounted Great Horned Owl in my Grandfather’s ‘Man Den’ where stuffed trophy fish decorated the walls with a sign that read ‘All Fishermen are liars except you and me and I’m not so sure about you!’ (The mailman, the milkman, the salesman and just about any man passing by his garden were often invited in to have a drink and share their hunting and fishing stories. The Owl witnessed it all.)

I brought the Owl to my young classmates at Queen Elizabeth Public School one day for ‘Show and Tell’. It’s head mysteriously disappeared there. I had to bring the headless bird home.

I learned some Wisdom that day. You can ‘lose your head’ by showing and telling your Wisdom, a price to pay through the ignorance of the less mature, mentally and spiritually one might say.

Owl Power

My Husband, Roger, and I were trudging through Winter snow and ice on our way home in typical Northeastern Ontario mid-Winter temperatures. It was a long walk from our little log cabin in the wilderness. Along the way, we had the company of a large, white Snowy Owl. It followed us, with periodic observational rests, for several kilometres, flying from one hydro power line pole to another as it kept us in sight. I envied its ability to fly, remembering so many dreams of me freely flying over and between power lines. ( No, not a sex dream, Mr. Freud, just a ‘chi’ freedom dream…) I thanked the Snowy Owl and Mother Nature when it finally flew away.

Something Unusual

A few years ago, Alissa and I were hiking through the forest of East Sooke Park, here on Vancouver Island, down to the coastal trail there along the Salish Sea. Along the way, I said to Alissa, “We’re going to see something unusual today.” We continued walking and saw nothing unusual until we turned back onto the trail leading back to my car. A few hikers were gathered on the trail, looking up and taking photos of something. As we approached, we saw that it was a Barred Owl and her two Owlets. They were calmly sitting on low tree branches, eyes wide open, watching the behaviours of humans. It looked like ‘Owl Class’ to me. Having two children myself, I quickly identified with Mother Owl. She and her ‘children’ observed us with piercing intensity. After about fifteen minutes of Shared Observation, the three Owls flew away. Alissa and I left with reverent wonder of Mother Nature and God’s creations- Life in those forms- and the precious experience we shared.

In all the times we’ve hiked those trails, in all seasons, we’ve never encountered Owls there before or after this sighting.

Tea With An Owl

Alissa and I were renting the lower half of a back-split house in Westshore, a part of Victoria, where our large deck faced a wooded area adjacent to a park. Alissa was at work and I was enjoying my usual, solitary cup of tea after lunch. I glanced out our large living-room window and was surprised to see a Great Horned Owl sitting on the lower branch of a tree near the deck fencing. It was staring in the window at me, or perhaps it was staring at the little pewter Owl head window hanging? I reached for my cell phone and took numerous focused and out-of-focus photos and videos. It continued to stare in the window through much of the afternoon, closing its eyes then opening them again to survey the ground and woods where many Squirrels stopped all movement. (The Squirrels visited me so often, Alissa started calling me The Squirrel Whisperer.)

The Owl continued staring and stretching its wings and tail, not bothered by my movements or that of the Internet Service Provider Technician on call and clearly in view on his walks to and from his service truck.

I began to wonder if that Owl was going to be my ‘Harry Potter Pet’ but it eventually flew away. Well, it didn’t actually go far because it woke me up many nights with its hooting and the sounds of Squirrels going Home With God. Yes, I prayed for both Predator and Prey. That’s the reality of this planet.

Who Gives A Hoot?

Somewhere in the ‘Conversations With God’ or other books by Neale Donald Walsch, God suggests we do the ‘Who’ exercise- standing in front of a mirror and staring deeply into our own eyes, we begin asking something like”Who, Whoo, Whooo am I?” or it was “Who, Whoo, Whooo are you?” I forget…lol…I’ll have to look that up again. Anyway, its the same Message that Krishnamurti and other Spiritual Teachers also advised. “Know Thy Self”. Perhaps that was ‘my’ Owl’s Reminder Message to me too.

Who gives a hoot? Who, who, who?

I do. I do. I do. Look deep within to see.

I Am In You and You Are In Me!!!

Okay, that’s not a great Impromptu Poem, but it works for me.

God is Omnipresent. Now that’s a Feast of Thought!!!

The Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut (Queen of the South) travelled far to seek the Wisdom of Solomon in the land of ‘Punt’, the ‘Holy Land’, bringing many valued ‘trade’ gifts. Some day that hidden history will be known. What will we be or do to gain Wisdom?

(True stories and a bit of Philosophy- believe it or not- retold November 3, 2021)

Thank you Mother Nature!

Shelley Wilson

Owl Tales

Philosophy, The Love of Wisdom

I believe that everything we experience in life here on Earth has a Spiritual Purpose- the ‘good’, the ‘bad’, the ‘beautiful’, the ‘ugly’- and that every manifestation of all our loves and fears eventually leads to Knowledge, Understanding and Wisdom when we turn within to Remember our Essential Nature, our Spirit. This can be achieved in one moment of one lifetime or through the course of many lifetimes. We are all co-creators with God, the God Force, the Life Force, the Process and the ‘chi’ of everything.

The crown of Wisdom is symbolized beautifully in the crowns of Royalty here on Earth and in the halos depicted around the heads of Spiritual Masters. These are recognitions of the majesty, power and glory of Spirit in everything and the Great Oneness of Ultimate Reality.

Life on Earth can be messy, chaotic and intimidating as we experience ‘predator and prey’ realities in our limited and linear world of spiritual amnesia, but even this has Spiritual Purpose.

Owl Symbolism

Owls have come to represent Earthly Wisdom, a positive symbol in Western Cultures and a more negative one in Eastern Cultures. The Owl sees and hears through the darkness (of ignorance) what others cannot see or hear, like clairvoyants and clairaudients, having abilities to know what others try to hide- their secrets. The Owl doesn’t waste energy. It observes carefully before acting.

Owl See You

My dear Mother, Dixie, a compassionate, empathetic, gregarious woman with psychic abilities, identified with the Owl. Shortly after she died in Northeastern Ontario, September 2015, my daughter, Alissa, and I were gifted by the visit of a Barred Owl sitting in a tree here in Victoria, BC. We learned through the Humane Society later that the Owl died shortly after capture. It had been accidentally electrocuted just before we saw it, so it was a Miracle that it was still able to fly to that tree and sit there while we shared those special moments.

The Owl At School

I grew up in the presence of a stuffed and mounted Great Horned Owl in my Grandfather’s ‘Man Den’ where stuffed trophy fish decorated the walls with a sign that read ‘All Fishermen are liars except you and me and I’m not so sure about you!’ (The mailman, the milkman, the salesman and just about any man passing by his garden were often invited in to have a drink and share their hunting and fishing stories. The Owl witnessed it all.)

I brought the Owl to my young classmates at Queen Elizabeth Public School one day for ‘Show and Tell’. It’s head mysteriously disappeared there. I had to bring the headless bird home.

I learned some Wisdom that day. You can ‘lose your head’ by showing and telling your Wisdom, a price to pay through the ignorance of the less mature, mentally and spiritually one might say.

Owl Power

My Husband, Roger, and I were trudging through Winter snow and ice on our way home in typical Northeastern Ontario mid-Winter temperatures. It was a long walk from our little log cabin in the wilderness. Along the way, we had the company of a large, white Snowy Owl. It followed us, with periodic observational rests, for several kilometres, flying from one hydro power line pole to another as it kept us in sight. I envied its ability to fly, remembering so many dreams of me freely flying over and between power lines. ( No, not a sex dream, Mr. Freud, just a ‘chi’ freedom dream…) I thanked the Snowy Owl and Mother Nature when it finally flew away.

Something Unusual

A few years ago, Alissa and I were hiking through the forest of East Sooke Park, here on Vancouver Island, down to the coastal trail there along the Salish Sea. Along the way, I said to Alissa, “We’re going to see something unusual today.” We continued walking and saw nothing unusual until we turned back onto the trail leading back to my car. A few hikers were gathered on the trail, looking up and taking photos of something. As we approached, we saw that it was a Barred Owl and her two Owlets. They were calmly sitting on low tree branches, eyes wide open, watching the behaviours of humans. It looked like ‘Owl Class’ to me. Having two children myself, I quickly identified with Mother Owl. She and her ‘children’ observed us with piercing intensity. After about fifteen minutes of Shared Observation, the three Owls flew away. Alissa and I left with reverent wonder of Mother Nature and God’s creations- Life in those forms- and the precious experience we shared.

In all the times we’ve hiked those trails, in all seasons, we’ve never encountered Owls there before or after this sighting.

Tea With An Owl

Alissa and I were renting the lower half of a back-split house in Westshore, a part of Victoria, where our large deck faced a wooded area adjacent to a park. Alissa was at work and I was enjoying my usual, solitary cup of tea after lunch. I glanced out our large living-room window and was surprised to see a Great Horned Owl sitting on the lower branch of a tree near the deck fencing. It was staring in the window at me, or perhaps it was staring at the little pewter Owl head window hanging? I reached for my cell phone and took numerous focused and out-of-focus photos and videos. It continued to stare in the window through much of the afternoon, closing its eyes then opening them again to survey the ground and woods where many Squirrels stopped all movement. (The Squirrels visited me so often, Alissa started calling me The Squirrel Whisperer.)

The Owl continued staring and stretching its wings and tail, not bothered by my movements or that of the Internet Service Provider Technician on call and clearly in view on his walks to and from his service truck.

I began to wonder if that Owl was going to be my ‘Harry Potter Pet’ but it eventually flew away. Well, it didn’t actually go far because it woke me up many nights with its hooting and the sounds of Squirrels going Home With God. Yes, I prayed for both Predator and Prey. That’s the reality of this planet.

Who Gives A Hoot?

Somewhere in the ‘Conversations With God’ or other books by Neale Donald Walsch, God suggests we do the ‘Who’ exercise- standing in front of a mirror and staring deeply into our own eyes, we begin asking something like”Who, Whoo, Whooo am I?” or it was “Who, Whoo, Whooo are you?” I forget…lol…I’ll have to look that up again. Anyway, its the same Message that Krishnamurti and other Spiritual Teachers also advised. “Know Thy Self”. Perhaps that was ‘my’ Owl’s Reminder Message to me too.

Who gives a hoot? Who, who, who?

I do. I do. I do. Look deep within to see.

I Am In You and You Are In Me!!!

Okay, that’s not a great Impromptu Poem, but it works for me.

God is Omnipresent. Now that’s a Feast of Thought!!!

The Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut (Queen of the South) travelled far to seek the Wisdom of Solomon in the land of ‘Punt’, the ‘Holy Land’, bringing many valued ‘trade’ gifts. Some day that hidden history will be known. What will we be or do to gain Wisdom?

(True stories and a bit of Philosophy- believe it or not- retold November 3, 2021)

Thank you Mother Nature!

Shelley Wilson

Moose Tales

This and Other Realities

Moose Tales

In the Medicine Wheel, the Moose is my Totem Animal in the East. I am a ‘white woman’ now but have lived several Indigenous lives with loved ones on this North American continent, both in male and female forms. (It’s fine if you don’t believe that.)

Mother Nature has gifted me with many sightings and encounters with Moose throughout my years when living in Northeastern Ontario. I am deeply grateful for having those experiences.

Great To Be Alive…

Some years ago, my Husband, Roger, and I journeyed to the Lady Evelyn and Smoothwater Lakes by canoe, having entered the winding access river off of the Beauty Lake Road.

I was filled with thoughts about ‘timing’ just before our little electric motor died, then later after a portage in rough waters, my paddle split down the middle of the bottom half. It happened at the mouth of Smoothwater, a crystal clear lake renowned for sudden high waves and drownings. The wind was threatening and against us so we paddled closer to shore. It suited my mood and the desire to live a solitary life once the children were out of the nest.

When we stopped to pitch tent on a beach, I went to gather sticks for our fire. Some distance away from camp, with my aching arms full, I stood quietly looking at my beautiful, wild surroundings. I was overcome with a wonderful feeling of how great it was to be alive. My concerns and worries dissolved in those few minutes of contemplation.

Just as I returned to camp, Roger and I heard a very loud, crashing sound. There, on the very spot of the shoreline where I had just stood, a Bull Moose appeared as if running for its life, went straight into the water and swam as fast as it could toward the distant shore. He was a magnificent sight to behold.

Then, just moments later, a large Grey Wolf appeared on that very same spot. It watched the Moose intently, hungry and having lost its prey. Then it turned to stare directly at us. That stare pierced my mind and heart. I, truly, felt the Call of the Wild.

What a thrill and honour to see both of these amazing creatures!!

Moose In Paradise…

Years ago, my Dad, Aunt and Uncle and I went on a day trip fishing in Dad’s 12 foot aluminum boat. It was another of several of my journeys into the Lady Evelyn, Dufferin and Smoothwater Lakes where I often saw Moose, Bears and many species of wildlife. My Uncle remarked that it looked as if I’d just entered into Paradise.

On that particular day, my Aunt and I encountered a towering Bull Moose with a heavy rack just a few short yards from our path. We all stopped suddenly. My Aunt, Helen, pulled out her belted knife and I said softly, “Please put that away and don’t move.”

The Moose stood staunchly appraising us for several minutes, then turned back, trustingly, into the bush. We sighed with relief. Then I chuckled with great respect for my wonderful Totem Animal of the East.

Saved By A Moose…

During my late teens, I had another memorable experience with a formidable Bull Moose. To this day, I believe that creature of Mother Nature was Heaven-sent to save me from a potential rape when I prayed for help.

A young man who was dating my cousin in Southern Ontario made a surprise visit to my family home one summer day. He wanted me to take him for a day of fishing. Dad suggested I take him to Lone Wolf Lake, north, towards the Arctic Watershed sign.

I recall the strange thought, ‘I’ll give him a memory he won’t soon forget,’ then wondered why I’d thought that thought.

Off we went on our adventure.

It was a hot, sunny day with swarms of mosquitoes and blackflies all around us as we threw our baited lines into the water. Within minutes, I discovered that I was the bait. Our visitor gave me a ravenous, unwelcomed kiss. I said to the mosquitoes and blackflies, “Oh, oh! What next!” When I looked deep into his eyes, I saw he was being tempted to rape me. I must have made a desperate mental call, a prayer to God, to Mother Nature, to the Angels, because just then a gigantic Bull Moose came charging out of the bush and stood very close to where we were. I had the sudden instinct to drop my fishing rod and run towards the Moose. He turned swiftly and headed back into the bush running, with me chasing after him, unarmed, like a crazy, wild woman. I had a distinctly wolfish, predatory feeling all through this strange experience. The southern visitor began chasing after me too but was slow to catch up. Then the strange feeling passed and I finally stopped, leaving that blessed Moose to its solitary run deeper into the wilderness.

My visitor caught up. He had a frightened, sheepish look in his eyes now. I said, “It’s time to leave.” We didn’t talk on the way back to Kirkland Lake and I heard he headed back south immediately.

I didn’t speak of this experience for many years but chuckled to myself whenever it came to mind. In a family of Moose Hunters, I was saved by a Moose…

(True stories of Northeastern Ontario retold November 2, 2021)

Thank you Mother Nature!

Shelley Wilson

A Fox Tale

This and Other Realities:

A Fox Tale

“You are being cunningly deceived” said the sly fox with the cunning smile. I silently laid the Russian Gypsy divining cards down and wondered…

Mother Nature had gifted me with many surprises of beautiful foxes appearing in my life. I always welcomed them with love and gratitude whenever they appeared. There was the curious, friendly fox at Round Lake, the patient red fox that waited at the edge of the road by Kenogami Lake as Roger and I approached in our car, the very large and different (Arctic?) fox who sat quietly as I picked blueberries near the Esker Park lakes, and other foxes too… I felt thrilled and honoured to see them.

I wondered what the cards of the fox were trying to tell me as I put the deck of cards away. I kept this all to myself.

The following evening, my young teenage son, Aaron, returned home, wide-eyed and breathless. He said, “Mom, you won’t believe this, but a fox just followed ma as I was walking home… all the way from downtown to here!”

I looked at him with a motherly, sly smile and asked, “Do you have something to tell me, son?” He hesitated but a few minutes later reluctantly revealed that he’d been smoking cigarettes with his friends. I almost laughed, remembering the peer pressure to smoke that I also experienced at about his age. My friend’s Grandmother caught us smoking in her shed. She’d seen clouds of smoke coming out of the shed and thought it was on fire. Then my Mother found a smelly cigarette butt in my coat pocket.I think my sickly green face gave me away, despite the fact that I’d grown up with clouds of cigarette smoke in our family home every day. A few years later when sitting with another friend in a restaurant, both smoking to pretend that it made us look ‘glamorous’, my friend said, “You look ridiculous! You don’t even know how to hold that cigarette!” I looked at her, thought a few seconds, then said, “You know, you’re right!” I crushed my cigarette out and that was the end of it for me. She continued to pay for the addiction for years and I often thought of her words with gratitude.

So, Aaron stood before me, clearly expecting to be ‘grounded’ and, worse still, not be allowed to play basketball at the school in the evenings for a while. I didn’t add a strict punishment to those feelings I understood and read so clearly on his face. Back then, our home was a ‘smoke free’ zone. My husband, Roger, smoked outside in all weather. Doing that was a rarity in those days. Our daughter, Alissa, had asthma. Anywhere near any cigarette smoke in the air, since she was a toddler especially, her physical reaction would mean going immediately to the Emergency Room of a nearby Hospital. Smoking was then a ‘life and death’ situation.

There was no parental reprimand to Aaron that night. I just spoke softly. “Please don’t smoke around here, son”, and left him to learn from his choices. There’s a fine line between parental guidance and parental tyranny.

Then I silently thanked Mother Nature and her Fox who had cunningly revealed a secret to me.

(A true story from Englehart, Ontario and retold in Victoria, BC- November 2, 2021)

Thanks again Mother Nature!

Shelley Wilson