I was a child when I first dreamed of the wolf. He would come and visit me at the side of a creek, and I would hug him and receive comfort. I was a child then and I was unaware at the time that the creek is how I view my thoughts and feelings. Before I became aware of this I would fall into the creek and drown in them. Now I sit as observer. I sit on the side of the creek and watch them as they pass by my view as water in the creek. As a thought or feeling catches my interest I fish it out of the creek like I am cupping water in my hands. During times of hardship or trauma the wolf will sit with me at the side of the stream.
There have been times during meditation where I have opened my eyes and found myself in a different body, in a different time. I am a native american shaman during these experiences and I sit next to a fire, automatically I recognize myself from both perspectives. This confused me until I learned about nonlinear time. The shaman just smiles and sends me love. The wolf sits across the fire from him/me and recognizes me as well with those wise eyes. When I am weak I can sense them both and I am uplifted. The wolf has always represented my personality's true nature, both positive and negative aspects, for I was that wolf in another life.