Above: The Shasta Pack.
If you can’t tell by my name, I like wolves. I have been studying their biology and ecology, their survival in a human consumed world for close to 10 years now. I remember as a child I used to get offended when I saw a cartoon that stereotyped the wolf as a lecherous, long-nosed monster out to eat pigs in straw houses. So later in life, I dedicated more of my time researching them and going to lectures. I donated to organizations such as the International Wolf Center (www.wolf.org), Defenders of Wildlife, and so on. This was a long journey for both wolf and man. And then today I got the news:
It is confirmed, there is a wolf pack at Mt. Shasta.
My heart stopped and I felt the urge to run around my block banging pots and pans, as if a small town in New Jersey full of seniors would understand such a monumental occurrence. This was the first time a wolf pack was established in California since 1924. It all started in February 2011, when a two-year-old lone wolf tagged as OR-7, the seventh wolf with a GPS tracking collar in Oregon, left the Imnaha Pack in search of a mate. He began to head South toward California, but no one thought much of it. The summer went on with him glancing the border of California but never crossing. Then the fall came and in late September he crossed over into California. I’ll never forget the date because it was the Monday after the Philosophical Research Society of Manly P. Hall played Miyazaki’s “Princess Mononoke” as a conclusion to their art exhibition on Japan. It was almost too fitting then, that on November 11, 2011 (11/11/11) a trail camera snapped a photo of the lone wolf at the base of Mt. Shasta. All the news article get the dates wrong, but by December 21 it was official.
OR-7 aka Journey
The world seemed to stop in its tracks. Suddenly every country with or without wolves seemed to take notice. Some may argue the mystique of the Mountain is what gave OR-7 his legend, and I won’t argue against that, but it still doesn’t change the impact. Israel, France, Japan, China, the UK…all said the same thing: “We miss our wolves.” For a brief moment in time everyone was behind this wolf. School children in California had a naming contest for the wolf, the winner was “Journey.” Though I must applaud one of the honorable mentions, a boy named Ze’ev, which means wolf, who want OR-7 to have that name because in the Midrash and in ancient Hebrew texts the wolf was spoken of in a positive light. Look how far we’ve come…perhaps it’s fitting that long before OR-7 was born his mother was nicknamed Sophia.
OR-7 left California and started a pack in Oregon. However the bottom tip of his territory borders California. Now the Rogue Pack, his family is a family of firsts. His mate is believes to be the first wolf in nearly 100 years on Mt. Hood, another volcano, and his pups (now 4 total) are the first to be born in the Cascades of Western Oregon. For the wolf that was deemed a “genetic dead-end” by biologists, that’s not half bad. And all seemed like a fun dream…until August 9, 2015.
It sounds like something in an ancient epic. A hero’s journey to obtain the boon. Why does this story belong on The Grail? Well some have suggested that wolves were saved by aliens. In 1984, Patricia Pereira saw a copy of “Of Wolves and Men” by Barry Holstun Lopez on a friend’s coffee table. She soon after went to a lecture on wolves and felt the urge to begin an organization to try to save them, the Wolf Recovery Foundation. In 1984 it was estimated that only 100 of the animals lived in the lower United States. Scientists estimate at one time 500,000 once lived here. After leaving the Foundation in 1990 she began having conversation with a being known as Palpe form a planet that orbited the star Arcturus. This would eventually be translated down into “Songs of the Arcturians” which detailed the conversations she had with these beings. In this Palpe states that by helping wolves he was doing a sort of “pay it forward” for his people. In 1995 to 1998 roughly 49 or so wolves were released back into the wild around Yellowstone and Utah. Today there are roughly 3,000 wolves in the lower 48 states. Though protected in some areas, controlled hunting is allowed in many states under the false pretense that it keeps the elk population more stable.
Others believe that wolves themselves are aliens and they site some Native American legends as proof. One of my favorites is of the Pawnee, which means “wolf.” In their origin story, the star Sirius is mad at the other gods for not letting him participate in the creation of Earth and all its inhabitants so he sends his servant, Grey Wolf, down to observe the latest creation (in many origin stories, Earth is the last planet to be created). Wolf populates the world with wolves and eventually comes upon He Who Walks With Storms who carries a whirlwind bag. In the bag are the First People, of whom he releases to hunt and eat and then places them bag in the bag. Wolf takes the bag thinking there is food inside and when the people come out and see Wolf but not Storms they kill the wolf, thus bringing death into the world. When Storms see what has happened he is angry at the people and orders they make a sack out of the wolf’s hide and place within it all the tools used to kill him. They will now carry that bag with them forever and be known as the Wolf Tribe.
In a Crow legend, wolf was the servant of the Sun, and was referred to as “The Swift” possibly linking him to the planet Mercury. In another Native American tale the Milky Way is called the Wolf Trail and made by wolves who “returned home” to Sirius. In a Grimm fairy tale, wolves were the hounds of god sent to manage the Devil in Eden long before humans were made. After humans were kicked out, wolves guarded Eve from Adam’s advances and are sometimes associated with the sacred feminine. The White Wolf would guide initiates of the Mystery Schools in Egypt and protect the Roma from vampires. Wolf tribes often associated themselves with the water lily (lotus) and the mineral jade.
There are countless stories of the wolf being a “good guy” from the past but rarely do you hear them when growing up. It’s always three little pigs and red riding hood. It’s nice to see that as a society, many of us have advanced so much that we no longer fear the wolf enough to let them repopulate the state of California. When I read this story on August 9, 2015, I fell off my chair and a tear gathered in my eye. Here was proof that you should never doubt the wolf and that all those donations meant something. But more than that, it showed me that the world has changed and humanity with it. Would Sirius be proud? Are the Arcturians pleased? Are the Ascended Masters of Telos making phone calls? I don’t know, but 10 years ago I dreamed I was a wolf and it’s all uphill from there…
Many of my other sources are no longer available because I no longer have a J-Stor account, but I urge anyone who does to look up “The Legend of White Wolf” by Krausse.