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Native American Influences
Native American mythology is quite interesting as the metamorphosis is not only viewed as curse but as a way to get closer to Nature and one’s totemic animal. This method would also probably include those who gain such a spirit through meditation or dreams. This is the source for many "spiritual werewolves. Shamanic rituals are often complicated and secret depending on the tribes’ own beliefs. It and can also be apply to other animals.~ Being called by the wolf spirit.
~ Having a vision of the wolf spirit on a dream-quest
~ Having a Dreaming that one is a wolf or running with wolves
~ Performing a ritual taught by one's animal spirit
~ Being cursed by a shaman
~ Performing a ritual invoking the wolf spirit
The Father of Wolves
A pup went to his father withquestions in his mind,
about the world around him
about life, nature and time.
First he asked about the world,
about how he came to be,
about how he knew right from wrong
and about the mystery of the sea.
The father smiled and answered
his son in a riddled rhyme,
"Your life will go onward from
now and you shall know in time.
But over the course of time
remember that you have in your paw,
the power to give life by mercy and
the power to kill by the claw.
"But always know you are no king,
for nature has given this power to others,
though they shall not harm those who live a good life,
for all of nature is your sisters and brothers."
The pup nodded to his father
then asked him some other words,
about the bountiful river and
the mighty caribou herds.
The father smiled and answered his son again,
looking into the young pup's eyes,
answering with the same soft spoken words,
in the same riddled rhyme.
"The water we drink and the food we eat
is granted to us for life,
but each must only take as much as they need,
for that is only right.
"But each is destined to grow old,
and too soon after have all health gone,
so then they might fall prey to nature
so that others may live on."
The pup again nodded once
turning to his father to ask him of his life,
How he had come to know all he did
about his pain, suffering and strife.
"My son," he whispered to the pup
still gazing in his eyes,
"I know of what I speak my son,
through using my own mind.
I'll tell you of what I've seen my son
and of what the shamans preach,
Live your life well but harm no other,
for the purpose of live is to teach."
To this the pup just nodded,
making this knowledge his own,
he then sweetly nuzzled his father,
as the enlightenment in his eyes shown.
Then the father spoke unto his son
about the strangest of nautre's clan,
Of the ones who've learned so very little,
he warned his son of man.
"Be fearful son of a race called man
for they know not what they do,
They have been gifted abilities far beyond our own,
yet utilize so few.
They act not for their brothers and sisters,
but for the betterment of one,
They've violated many of nature's laws
but know not what they've done.
Man has abandoned the powerful mind he has
which first allowed him to thrive,
But he will reap what he has sewn
once he can no longer survive."
With that the father nuzzled his son
and bid him on his way,
knowing his son would lead a wealthy life
and pass his knowledge on one day.
Authored by: Kayotae Blackwolf
The Wolf Man - Author Unknown
There was once a man who had two bad wives. They had no shame. The man thought if he moved away where there were no other people, he might teach these women to become good, so he moved his lodge away off on the prairie. Near where they camped was a high butte, and every evening about sundown, the man would go up on top of it, and look all over the country to see where the buffalo were feeding, and if any enemies were approaching. There was a buffalo skull on the hill, which he used to sit on."This is very lonesome," said one woman to the other, one day.
"We have no one to talk with for to visit."
"Let us kill our husband," said the other. "Then we will go back to our relations and have a good time."
Early in the morning, the man went out to hunt, and as soon as he was out of sight, his wives went up on top of the butte. There they dug a deep pit, and covered it over with light sticks, grass, and dirt, and placed the buffalo skull on top.
In the afternoon they saw their husband coming home, loaded down with meat he had killed. So they hurried to cook for him. After eating, he went up on the butte and sat down on the skull. The slender sticks gave way and he fell into the pit. His wives were watching him, and when they saw him disappear, they took down the lodge, and packed everything on the dog travois, and moved off, going toward the main camp. When they got near it, so that the people could hear them, they began to cry and mourn.
"Why is this?" they were asked. "Why are you mourning? Where is your husband?"
"He is dead," they replied. "Five days ago he went out to hunt, and he never came back." And they cried and mourned again.
When the man fell into the pit, he was hurt. After a while he tried to get out, but he was so badly bruised he could not climb up. A wolf, travelling along, came to the pit and saw him, and pitied him. Ah-h-w-o-o-o! Ah-h-w-o-o-o! he howled, and when the other wolves heard him they all came running to see what was the matter. There came also many coyotes, badgers, and kit-foxes.
"In this hole," said the wolf, "is my find. Here is a fallen-in-man. Let us dig him out, and we will have him for our brother."
They all thought the wolf spoke well, and began to dig. In a little while they had a hole close to the man. Then the wolf who found him said, "Hold on; I want to speak a few words to you." All the animals listening, he continued, "We will all have this man for our brother, but I found him, so I think he ought to live with us big wolves." All the others said that this was well; so the wolf went into the hole, and tearing down the rest of the dirt, dragged the almost dead man out. They gave him a kidney to eat, and when he was able to walk a little, the big wolves took him to their home. Here there was a very old blind wolf, who had powerful medicine. He cured the man, and made his head and hands look like those of a wolf. The rest of his body was not changed.
In those days the people used to make holes in the pis'kun walls and set snares, and when wolves and other animals came to steal meat, they were caught by the neck. One night the wolves all went down to the pis'kun to steal meat, and when they got close to it, the man-wolf said : "stand here a little while. I will go down and fix the places, so you will not be caught." He went on and sprung all the snares; then he went back and called the wolves and others, -coyotes, badgers, and foxes, - and they all went in the pis'kun and feasted, and took meat to carry home.
In the morning the people were surprised to find the meat gone, and their nooses all drawn out. They wondered how it could have been done. For many nights the nooses were drawn and the meat stolen; but once when the wolves went there to steal, they found only the meat of a scabby bull, and the man-wolf was angry, and cried out: "Bad-you-give-us-o-o-o! Bad-you-give-us-o-o-o!"
The people heard him, and said: "It is a man-wolf who has done all this. We will catch him." So they put pemmican and nice back fat in the pis'kun, and many hid close by. After dark the wolves came again, and when the man wolf saw the good food, he ran to it and began eating. Then the people all rushed in and caught him with ropes and took him to a lodge. When they got inside to the light of the fire, they knew at once who it was. They said, "This is the man who was lost."
"No," said the man, " I was not lost. My wives tried to kill me. They dug a deep hole, and I fell into it, and I was hurt so badly I could not get out; but the wolves took pity on me, or I would have died there."
When the people heard this, they were angry, and they told the man to do something.
"You say well," he replied. "I give those women to the I-kun-uh'-kah-tsi; they know what to do."
After that night the two women were never seen again.