A New Ancient Campfire Story

The dream this time is something like a dream within a dream. I am in a hunting camp in Northern Ontario, Canada, I think. I am with my brothers and my best friend, and my blood brother, Kal. Kal and I have served in the Michigan National Guard together for many years and we were both made to retire recently due to physical health reasons.

The time is late in the evening and we are all turning in to sleep in a bunkhouse. We are all tired and lying in our bunks, except for Kal, he is returning from taking a shower and is preparing to get into his bunk. My brothers insist I tell them a hunting themed story before we all fall asleep. I'm not in the mood to be telling any campfire stories. I just want to sleep, but they insist, so I relent. So in my mind I'm searching the old grey matter database for a story they have never heard before. My mind goes through the possibilities. The Native American Eagleboy story of the Lakota Souix comes to mind. But my friend Kal knows that story. He is part Souix himself. He has heard it a hundred times. In order to find a truly unique story I would have to search back in the ancient prehistoric record to find one that has not been told in a long time.

My mind then opens a literal space/time portal hole over the middle of the floor of the bunkhouse and we are peering down into a scene, from the comfort of our bunks, a scene set in ice age Scotland, thousands of years ago. The story that unfolds before us is the ancient past and there we see two giant wolves. These twins are the last of a huge powerful ancient race of sentient wolves. They regard themselves as the co-regents of this forest and everyone is subservient to them.



Next, we are seeing a mountain valley. There is a huge herd of red deer they heading north on a Spring migration route just like the caribou in Canada have done for countless generations to calf each year. There are deer for as far as the eye can see. The antlers are humongous! I cannot imagine how they have the strength to hold them up. They are six times larger than what you would expect to see on a white tail deer today. I am imagining how you might put a set of wheels under them to help them along.

The twin wolves have red glowing eyes and they are watching the herd too. It is time for them to feed. So being that they are monarchs of this forest it is the deer who must choose who among them will die to feed their sovereigns. Two deer are selected far to the north. The twins must fly to reach them if their hunger is going to be satiated by night fall. Two elemental wood spirits are called forth to fly them there. These two beings are fairy folk with bodies made from leaves, bark and wood. They have acorn like heads. The twin wolves fly on board their backs to reach their dinners. There are two saber tooth tigers, who are lurking in the forest somewhere, waiting for their own chance to dine. Their opportunity will come later while the wolves feast.

Suddenly, the scene shifts and we see a gaint black mother cave bear running in the midst of the herd of red deer. Her cub is riding on the back of a deer. It was trying to make it's own first kill and was taking an unexpected ride. Mother bear is in hot pursuit to try to rescue her. Meanwhile, my friend Kal's interest is perked up, and he becomes quite excited at the prospect of hunting an actual prehistoric cave bear. Kal bursts forth from behind the curtians of his bunkbed and dives into the portal hole! He has a remmington 30-30 lever action rifle in one hand and a bowie knife at his side. Kal lands to the left side of the thundering herd near the riding cub. He sommersaults into the middle of the herd, fires off two shots into the side of mother bear, drops the rifle, and resorts to the bowie knife to give momma bear the coup de grais. They both tumble forward in each other grasp. Mother bear is clawing and biting Kal as they go and they fall into a heap together some distance down a gentle slope. Mother bear is dead.

I'm thinking, "Oh, cripes! Kal!" I climb down into the scene by way of the scaffolding of the pine trees to reach Kal and give him first aid. He is bleeding and barely breathing. He is in dire shape. My brothers and I will stretcher him out to the present world to get him to a hospital. Then I wake up.

My friend Kal has been an enthusiastic hunter all his life. A physical disability has currently made hunting too painful for him to do like he used to. Once the vension runs out in his freezer there will be no more for us to eat. That makes me sad. I may have to become the hunter to keep my friend in deer meat. It is not a skill I am particularily good at.

The hero twin motif is very common in world myth. It comes out over and over within this dream too. There are multiples of two's. There are twin wolves, twin saber tooth cats, two wood spirits and two bears along with Kal and myself. 

Five days ago we were witness to the rare Vensus transtit on June 5, 2012. The light and dark dynamic is powerfully at work right now. Mother bear godess rushed into view and departed back into the underworld. On June the 13th she will arise in the sign of Gemini. Here we see the twin stars of Castor and Pollux. Are they one of the twin archetypes manifesting as our wolves? I think so. There are two other female twins within the constellation of Gemini they are Clytemestra and Helen. Remember the two saber tooth tigers? According to the Greek myth Zeus in the guise of a swan impregnated Queen Leda, she begat two sets of twins, one were mortal and the other were immortal. Castor and Clytemestra were the mortal kings, and Pollux, and Helen were of Zeus. Each set a male and female combination. Castor and Pollux were close warrior brothers. Castor actually dies in battle. Pollux, who was the immortal who could not die, did not want to live without his brother. Zeus granted his request to be cast into the night sky to be in enternity with the brother he loved. Now, the sisters, we have the an earthly and the spiritual one depicted here. The cosmic and the mortal as well. The duality of the twin energies is present. Dark and light. Male and female. Ying and yang. The anima and the animus can be seen. The spiritual and the material it is all making itself known within the context of the dream, the astronomy and the myths.

Helen, it must be remembered, was so beautiful that the Trojan war started because of her. Her passivity led to the conflict enduring for years. She is the immortal spiritual divine sister in contrast to her brother Castor who could die and was killed. Now on the other hand we have mortal Clytemestra (the motherbear?) she was passionate. She was hell bent on revenge and slayed King Agamemnon. The king killed her previous husband, raped her and sacrificed her daughter to ensure fair weather for the fleet to sail to Troy.

The passive and aggressive aspects of gemini are evident as Venus takes up residence there after June 13th. This coming synodic cycle is a picture of one foot in heaven and one on earth (note: the dream's perspective is from above looking down. It is a night scene in the present looking at a daylight scene in the far distant past).

As human beings we embody the aspects of both spirit and matter. We are a union of light and dark. Dreams are moments when we manifest both of these forces at once. Now is a time and place of union. The future and past can unite just like in my dream. This Venus transit highlights a transtition for everything going on in my life right now. I'm feeling the pulls of light and dark, and passive, and aggressive energies. I find it difficult to make firm decisions. I'm walking a knife's edge and trying to keep my balance at the same time. It is maddening! So I ponder how to unite the dark and the light and shine like a beacon in the night. The goal
is to find the right balance and maintain my integrity in the process.