Hello

I'm hoping that this will work. More or less it's just random notes and things about what I've learned and want to pass on to others.

I'm a Solitary Wiccan who is finally TRULY out of the broom closet after beginning my studies at the age of 15. At 20 I still consider myself new to Wicca, but I feel more adept and want to offer to teach others what I've learned and experienced.

My studies aren't always written 100% by me. If this is the case then references will be given with name and a website if available (or book title if it may be.)

I'm also Cree, a Native American that often populates the Plains (like myself) or the Forests of Alberta, and Saskatchewan, though like all human races, we're found in a lot of other places as well. My family's name is Wuttunee, which means Eagle Tail Feather, we're 'Plains' Cree. The two types of Cree are Forest and Plain. Both have similar but different dialect, and Forest are usually found higher north. Probably why I don't like the cold as much as my friends. I'm, like I've mentioned a Plains..woman. I was born in Calgary, Alberta; but I live in Peace Country now. (North Western Alberta, two hours from the nearest mountain.)

Sorry for the background check. A lot of my work is based on three things:

The Elements
The Deities
The Animals

I know VERY little about Cree Lore, though now I'm wanting to do research. It's not easy when things aren't written down.

The only story I know right now is what my mom told me when I was little. May this be the first of many children stories that my heritage has to offer, both as a learning experience as well as bedtime stories for little ones. This is a very short story, but to this day it's one of my favorites.

The Owls Warning

My mother once told me how my family was at war with a tribe of Black Feet. Though we are allies now, for many moons we fought with one another for food and land.

One night, the Black Feet were planning an ambush on our family as they slept. No one would have known either if it wasn't for a young lad who decided to stay up late that night. He heard a voice, a soft murmur almost.
Wuttunee Wuttunee!

The young boy looked around but saw no one. He went up to one of the elders who was looking at the fire, studying it's flame and smoke.

"The wind! The Wind called to me! It said Wuttunee!" Said the young boy but the elder looked at him, smiled and told him not to worry. The Wind was our friend, it was probably greeting you as it flew past.

Calming the young boy he went back to where he was, wondering if he'd hear the voice again.

Wuttunee Wuttunee! The Black Feet! Wuttunee Wuttunee! Black Feet are Coming!

Now the young boy was at a panic. The voice sounded like hooting! He looked up in the trees and sure enough, a Horned Owl was watching him from a branch on a birch tree. The young boy shot up and went to the elder, telling him what he heard.

Elders are very wise, he took the young boy seriously, as he has heard a similar warning before earlier that day, though was sure he had only heard the wind. Both the young boy and the elder woke everyone up, the warriors were able to defend our family. The Black Feet were defeated and never came again in the dead of night.


As told to me by my Mother.
L. J. B.

Tanis