“Wolf Spirit Animal”



“Wolf Spirit Animal”

By Elena Harris, SpiritAnimal.com Editor

(Go check out her great site for more information and to answer the quiz to find your spirit animal!)

“The wolf offers some of the most striking animal meanings in the realm of spirit animals. The power of the wolf brings forth instinct, intelligence, appetite for freedom, and awareness of the importance of social connections. This animal can also symbolize fear of being threatened and lack of trust. When the wolf shows up in your life, pay attention to what your intuition is telling you.

What is the wolf spirit animal meaning?

In the spirit animal kingdom, the wolf symbolizes:

-Sharp intelligence, deep connection with instincts
-Appetite for freedom
-Expression of strong instincts
-Feeling threatened, lack of trust in someone or in yourself

Positive symbolism of the wolf spirit animal:

Positive meanings emphasize a deep connection with your intuition and instincts. On the negative side, the wolf could represent a perceived threat or a lack of trust in someone or your own feelings or actions. This spirit animal also reflects sharp intelligence in dealing with important matters.

Wolf spirit and connection with instincts:

When you have the wolf as a spirit animal, it could be an expression of your sharp intelligence and strong instincts. The wolf symbolizes a strong connection with instincts and when it appears as a animal spirit guide, it could point to a way of perceiving and understanding the world around you that works similarly.

Whether the wolf appears in physical form or in a dream or meditation, it may reveal that you’re using your instincts and intuition to grasp a situation well. The fact that your wolf animal spirit guide shows up could also be a call to use this capacity to deal with a recent challenge you’ve experienced in your life.

If the presence of the wolf feels threatening, pay attention to how your instinctual nature and raw emotions can jeopardize your balance or the balance of people around you. Your power animal may appear in such light to warn you about devouring instincts of those belonging somebody around you.

The wolf: A power animal symbolic of freedom:

Wolf power or spirit animals point to an appetite for freedom and living life powerfully, guided by instincts. When a wolf manifests its presence as a guide in your life, it could be a call to live your life more freely, to bring the intensity of passion in your everyday endeavors.

Wolves are wild animals that are not easily domesticated and when they appear as spirit guides, they could be an invitation to look at what supports your authentic self and the true expression of yourself.

The wolf totem is a reminder to keep your spirit alive and trust your instincts to find the way that will best suit you.

The dark side of the wolf totem: Sensitivity about feelings of threat:

A wolf totem animal can represent a perceived threat or feeling you are being threatened. The presence of this spirit animal could be a reminder of an event, situation or a person you feel threatened by.

The wolf could reflect something that may have a “predatory” feel to it and instill a feeling of vulnerability that is not reassuring. Encountering your spirit animal in such a way invites you to look at who or what in your life is having such an influence.

Perhaps your spirit animal is warning you about challenges with personal boundaries: You may feel you have exposed yourself too much with someone or in a certain situation and need to pull back or strengthen emotional or physical boundaries with that person or in the context of that experience. The wolf as a spirit animal could also remind you that you’re facing stiff competition at work or that the behavior of people around may feel like you have to deal with a “pack of wolves”.

The wolf as representation being guided or misguided by instincts:

Since a common meaning for the wolf spirit animal emphasizes the role of instincts, having this animal as a guide or totem could point to your relationship with how you live your life, and more specifically how you trust or mistrust your instincts and intuitive guidance.

Check whether you feel threatened by your own instincts and feelings. The presence of your wolf power animal could reflect your inner emotional landscape and bring to your awareness your own feelings about a matter that is highly emotionally charged.

Dream interpretation of the wolf spirit animal:

The dream meanings associated with the wolf point to powerful instincts or habits that could be experienced as aggressive or dominating by others. Wolves in dreams convey the energetic imprint of strong sexual energy or addictive behaviors of different kinds that would benefit from being kept in check.

If a woman dreams of a wolf in a nightmare or anxious dream, she may be getting in touch with anxiety relating to a male partner who may be pushing his sexual desires very strongly or pushing her boundaries. The intensity of the relationship can cause fear and be experienced as a threat that the wolf symbolizes in the dream.

If the dream has a positive tone or outcome, the wolf could be interpreted as a guiding symbol for trusting your instincts more or expressing them in a more balanced manner. If you have such a dream, ask yourself if you feel at ease and supported by your instincts, especially your sexuality or a partner’s sexual expression, or other types of “cravings” in your life.

Further connect with your wolf spirit animal:

Here are a few questions to uncover the meaning of the wolf as a spirit animal:

-Do you need time for yourself to reconnect with your true, deep passions in life?
-Do you need to find more isolation to “collect” yourself and reconnect to your personal, spiritual quest?
-Do you need time or help in distinguishing what is true and authentic from lies and deceit in communications with someone? Within yourself?
-Like the wolf that howls, do you need to let some of the tension out and express yourself loud and clear in your circle of close relationships?”


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Art title: ;’From Nantan with Love’ by artist wind-princess @http://www.deviantart.com/art/From-Nantan-with-Love-334364301

The “Cherokee legend of the two wolves, myth or fact? The possible damage from FB and other media sources not checking out their information or quotes…



The “Cherokee legend of the two wolves, myth or fact? The possible damage from FB and other media sources not checking out their information or quotes…


FB memes, blogs and more quotes… without researching on knowing already, being on a meme, FB or on a blog, does that make it true? Does it take away from the story ideal they are trying to share? Not really, but it depends on the meme or source and agenda. Can or do these types of Memes and constantly reinforce ignorance by passing on unsubstantiated “bits of wisdom” ( often taking it for themselves, marking it and never giving credit to the original artist even) cause any harm or damage? In some ways, yes. We look stupid every time we believe something like this. I recently saw a really funny meme on FB that used Einstein as a quote source… .the meme was funny, point made..but Einstein never said that.


This is a humorous but also serious blog from a Native American (labeling him and his people in this way as if they are an object to be idealized and I do think he addresses that point) http://apihtawikosisan.com/2012/02/check-the-tag-on-that-indian-story/

“Wow, I’m just shivering with all that good Indian wisdom flowing through me now.  Give me a moment.

Okay.  I’m better now.”  

..and I laughed here and at the dialogue between the two wolves he has uploaded from this blog. 

He also goes on to share this regarding all cultures being both appreciated, idealized and objectified:

“This kind of thing is harmful

These misattributed stories aren’t going to pick us up and throw us down a flight of stairs, but they do perpetuate ignorance about our cultures.  Cultures.  Plural.

Not only do they confuse non-natives about our beliefs and our actual oral traditions, they confuse some natives too.  There are many disconnected native peoples who, for a variety of reasons, have not been raised in their cultures.  It is not an easy task to reconnect, and a lot of people start by trying to find as much information as they can about the nation they come from.

It can be exciting and empowering at first to encounter a story like this, if it’s supposedly from your (generalized) nation.  But I could analyse this story all day to point out how Christian and western influences run all the way through it, and how these principles contradict and overshadow indigenous ways of knowing.  Let’s just sum it up more quickly though, and call it what it is: colonialism.

And please.  It does not matter if this sort of thing is done to or by other cultures too.  The “they did it first” argument doesn’t get my kids anywhere either.

The replacement of real indigenous stories with Christian-influenced, western moral tales is colonialism, no matter how you dress it up in feathers and moccasins.  It silences the real voices of native peoples by presenting listeners and readers with something safe and familiar.  And because of the wider access non-natives have to sources of media, these kinds of fake stories are literally drowning us out.”


So, all in all… Wisdom, yes… Native American? Nope…no matter what FB and other blogs says. It’s actually a Christian-style/derived parable from Minister and Evangilist Billy Graham in 1978. (info also from  http://apihtawikosisan.com/2012/02/check-the-tag-on-that-indian-story/ )


The various forms this story takes all over the internet from random sources that popped up during my general google search and all said it was “Cherokee proverb/wisdom/legend”:


Two-Wolves2 (1)


From: http://unbelievableyou.com/a-native-american-cherokee-story-two-wolves/


This one elaborates on the story even more:

(See the link at the end of this blog entry for the rest)


“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.”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?”

You might heard the story ends like this: The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

In the Cherokee world, however, the story ends this way:

The old Cherokee simply replied, “If you feed them right, they both win.” and the story goes on:…”



“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“.



I happen to know the artist that creates these images and she kindly lets all people have access and use to her works, which she must have done here but is originally from “Mystic Magic” on FB by Dreamweaver.






Many of us also know this one, which has been all over FB for a long time now:




A there is a youtube video on it even:


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The opening artwork is stunning, despite it too buys into the falsehood of the source: Art title ” Two Wolves Saying’ by artist:  IrvingGFM @http://irvinggfm.deviantart.com/art/Two-Wolves-Saying-330891051






Dire Wolf



The camp was finally set up. They had spent the better part of the day hiking to Sasha’s favorite spot up in the Catalina mountain range. Pinching him, batting her eyelids to tease him, Loreena accentuated the pronunciation of “Sasha” because she knew how much he hated being called that. Though it was his birth name, the name was a remnant of his family’s Russian heritage and he associated the name as being too feminine. The late afternoon air was cool and fresh, encouraging him to take in a big breath as he dropped the canned foods he was holding, sweeping her feet out from underneath her and pinning her, mocking a hungry predator. Like a school girl, she giggles, “Okay, Okay! I give up! Nate, it’s Nate!” she squealed in delight from his kissing. He had been lazy and had not shaved for 2 days getting ready for their trip. His beard felt like sandpaper against her skin as she warmed to him and smiled.


“That’s what I thought.” he said with a sense of dramatic finality, holding in his own smile. “Gods I love this woman.” he thought to himself. From there, he focused on what would be needed to get through the night. The rest they would forage for in the morning. It had been years since he had been here, a child really. Now in graduate school, bringing her here felt like life had come full circle and wanted her to see what had inspired him as a child, his secret ‘spot’.


Digging the hole for the fire and making all other preparations, “Hunny, could you round us up something fresh?” knowing how good she was with her bow and loved hunting. “I’m going to grab some kindling and wood for the fire.” he finished without waiting for a response. He then walked out of their camping area to follow through with both his task and to revisit his childhood memories, times with his dad before he had passed away. The forest was so quiet. All that could be heard was the sound of the wind in the pines far over him, covering the landscape like a blanket. Things crunched under his feet as he took notice of everything. About fifteen minutes from their campsite while picking up up dead branches that had fallen, kindling from the pines and usable remnants from small plants and bushes forcing their way through the tree’s dominance for survival, he saw an old, broken up trunk right next to a small alcove at the base of a cliff. The stone wall seemed to start here, he remember it. The Cliff pushed upward out of nowhere and rose in an epic proportion straight upwards for as far as he could see. Trees and plants grew from cracks in the natural monument higher up and blocked the rest of his view.  Down at ground level, bushes competed for living space in the small nook created there. He went to examine the felled, ancient tree anxious to make use of its wood.


Something moved in the bushes, a shadow with a small tinkling of leaves.  In this light and location, it was barely perceptible, like dark in shadow.  Nate was curious but knew better than to approach it. Mountain lions and bears make these woods their home. “Damn, I really wanted that wood too.” he cursed at his misfortune.


Smelling the air, the ancient wolf sensed the human coming long before the human had known himself he was coming in this direction. He and his pack shouldn’t exist in the modern world. Somehow they knew they were out of place. They carried with them only fragments of a communal memory on how they came to be.  Scouting for the pack, he had taken refuge from the scent of the human in the underbrush at the base of the cliff having learned that those who ran often died as quick as those who stood there not moving. Anxious to return to the pack, the massive wolf waited quietly, his mind ready to run or attack at any given moment. All that would happen would be determined by what the human did. The pack was hungry and had been days since they’d last eaten. This had been a good season so far, with plenty of rain and more game than other years past but even now, most food sources were often killed off by the few remaining other predators or humans. The pack was small and intelligent, knowing as all things wild instinctively knows to do, stay away from all humans but they were still dying out, bit by bit. No other wolves were in the area for them to compete with for resources but they weren’t too picky either. Perfectly fine with any food sources and as scavengers, if forced to, they would hunt, including other predators. Letting time pass before he finally left the cover of the bush, making his escape, the scent of meat roasting caught him in mid stride. From his position, he was down wind from the two campers and he stopped for a moment to enjoy the scent, though the smoke bothered him, throwing off senses for a moment.


While their small meal of beans and some rabbit Loreena had miraculously managed to find and kill with her bow cooked over the fire, Nate had walked into the woods to relieve himself. The last moments of daylight forced its way through the trees and the dense forest when something moving caught Nate’s eyes. He froze, worried that their meal had attracted a bear. Instead, in the twilight of the dimly lit woods something massive stared back at him. His heart raced and pounded. He thought for sure it would jump out of his chest at that moment. “That’s no bear. What the hell is that?” his eyes quickly focused and in the moment their eyes met, Nate recognized the shape and form of it created by the shadows, a wolf but he couldn’t reconcile his conflicting thoughts amongst his panic. In that split second the information he was seeing mixed with the knowledge that no wolves were in the area. On top of this, the wolf was huge. His mind screamed in a mix of fight or flight instinct. Instead, his senses and body took another automated response and froze, just as the wolf had. Clearly the massive wolf had also seen him and was making a choice. Suddenly it was gone, like a ghost. Nothing but the wind and the darkness remained.



What if a wolf of enormous proportions lived in this world we know today? Game of Thrones didn’t make up a new and fictitious species. Once upon a time there were Dire Wolves…


What and who were the Dire Wolves?


“Dire Wolf (Canis Dirus)”

By Bob Strauss


“Diet: Meat; Distinguishing Characteristics: Heavy build; short legs


About the Dire Wolf (Canis dirus):

The Dire Wolf, Canis dirus, is one of those extinct megafauna mammals whose legend is way more intimidating than the way it actually lived. This true prehistoric dog (and indirect ancestor of modern dogs) looked a lot like the modern Grey Wolf, except for the fact that it was stockier, with slightly shorter legs, and had a smaller brain as well. Interestingly, the fossils of Canis dirus have been discovered in the La Brea Tar Pits of Los Angeles, alongside the remains of another, more dangerous predator–Smilodon, better known as the saber-toothed tiger. (See The Dire Wolf vs. the Saber-Toothed Tiger – Who Wins?)

The reason the Dire Wolf was less dangerous than its legend is that this prehistoric canine doesn’t seem to have been an active hunter–paleontologists speculate that Canis dirus filled the same slot in its North American habitat as the hyena does in modern Africa, a scavenger of already-dead carcasses rather than an active hunter. Clearly, the Dire Wolf’s teeth and powerful jaws were well-adapted to crushing bones, which would have extracted every last bit of nourishment from any rotting corpses it happened across.”  (1) http://dinosaurs.about.com/od/mesozoicmammals/p/dire-wolf.htm


They are also creating or already have created a dog species that is supposed to look and have all the features of the ancient Dire Wolf. What do you think about that?


See also “10 Facts about the Dire Wolf” by Bob Strauss  (2) http://dinosaurs.about.com/od/otherprehistoriclife/a/10-Facts-About-The-Dire-Wolf.htm also by  Bob Strauss


Partially written and also shared by Moro


Art title: “R: JAYFLAME” by zimtwuerfel @ http://zimtwuerfel.deviantart.com/art/R-JAYFLAME-283814751



Simply titled: ‘No 2’





Simply titled: ‘No 2’

“This was our land.

The land that the mountain needed in order

To raise in majesty.

The land my people needed in order

To roam its secrets in reverence.

This land was the land

Of our great waters

The beating heart of nature flowing through time

That we could not remember.

This was our land.

The land that provided everything good for my people.

The land was always our land

And the sun set upon it

The rain washed it

And the fire was kind in its fury.

It was so for all time.

Then the land was taken from us.

It is your land.

Do you know how to speak to the land, my brother?

Do you listen to what it tells you?

Can you keep its secrets to yourself?

Sell the land, my brother?

You might as well sell

The sun, the moon, the stars.”

Poem from http://www.blackhawkproductions.com/poetrynative.htm




Art title ‘lone wolf by artist spacedementchen @ http://www.deviantart.com/art/lone-wolf-154570035