A Child Out of Time

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The Biography of Isnala Mani - SilverWolf Calls to Thunderer

Praying - or hoping - to be
Understood or at least
Not misunderstood;
a real-life radical relic.

A Child Out Of Time
Or out of synch at least
living in the used-to-be
or maybe in the never-was.

The lobo was 55 in human terms when he appeared on the edge of the pack,
head down and shoulders slumped in resignation of his aloneness.
He entered slowly. Not cautious out of fear...he was beyond that.

What did he have left to fear?

When She first saw him she saw the miles and the scars. She was a
little afraid of the dust on his pads. Where had he been? What had he caused and what had he endured?
And why was there such sadness in the eyes that had seen forever before and ahead?

She saw more and, in time, gave her heart to him. She did not seek to change him...but
she did change him profoundly. She took him into the pack. He issued no challenge.

He would leave the pack if they did not accept him. Her love raised
his head in pride. The scarred head of the lobo lifted in dignity...he would not beg
the acceptance of the pack...he would not submit to indignity. Better to remain on the outside.

He was almost surprised to find a place prepared for him before the fire.
His mate lay beside him and together they stared into the fire and together they saw Forever
in the flames and the glowing coals.

It was time. And in time she would give him another name: SilverWolf Calls To Thunderer

Before it was time, there was a long time. A lifetime of wandering,
searching without a chance of finding...what?
What was the nature of the search? How had he become so lost?

He hadn't a clue. He searched the past for answers to the future.
And what a twisted trail his past had been. In his satisfaction he could look back with
renewed understanding. He had forgiven the past ...forgiven even himself.

Before he could know that forgiveness he was sent into the West on the Sacred Hoop...the
place of the Shaman's Death...the place where knowledge and the intellect die and all that is left
is primal feeling. This is the place of intense introspection...of self-knowing.

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