a young Bear Cub with two older sisters, decided
that when he grew up he would do everything
differently...he felt that existing rules for
family bears should not apply to him, and
since he was the smartest, he would make his
own rules as needed.
of the unnecessary activities he had to endure
was his weekly bath at the lower falls, an
activity that he felt could be easily handled
by mother nature's showers. Although he had
a brown face and feet, his golden fur told
on him when he played in the mud and dirt....a
condition immediately tattled by his snobby
sisters. He scowled thinking of their grinning
faces while he was being scrubbed.
another thing...standing watch for hunters would
be a job that one of his wives could do, after
he got his own cave. A man-bear must have
time for dreaming up "big ideas"...ideas so
big that they have never been thought of before,
especially by the likes of small thinkers
like his older sisters, who he felt were average
bear types with minimum idea levels.
one morning when the family was sleeping,
he sneaked away quietly without making a sound.
He had done this many times before... it was
a skill he believed that his sisters did not
possess, but was not sure, since they slept
until noon every day.
headed to his favorite spot where the creek
formed a wide, shallow pond nestled between
mossy banks made of ancient boulders. From
his elevated perch at the upper pond, he could
view the entire area and watch leaves and
twigs tumble over the smooth falls making
a pleasant rushing sound. At the entrance
to the pond there were large formations of
rocks that were guarded by stately pine and
hemlock trees. The air smelled like pine and
wildflowers....this was his "Magic Place."
he arrived at the ledge overlooking the creek,
he noticed an old Panther fishing for breakfast.
A Panther was rare in this part of the woods,
he thought, and wondered why he had come here.
Razor had a plan.... He would roll a large boulder
over the ledge, dropping it directly in front
of the Cat, scaring all nine lives out of
him, and at the same time giving him a thorough
splashing. Then, while the cat was recovering
from his water and mud bath, he would zip
back home through the woods and assume a sleep
position, acting like nothing had happened,
and faking innocence if anyone asked. He chuckled
thinking of the Otter family that he had bombed
last week using the same technique as they
were floating peacefully on the pond's surface.
The rock had made the water explode as it
landed in the middle of them propelling each
one in a different direction. That was great
stealth, he positioned himself behind a huge
mossy boulder located on the rocky ledge just
above the pond. As he aimed his missile for
the shot, he noticed that the Black Cat was
a lot bigger and stronger looking than he
had at first thought. Razor sensed that this
animal was not an ordinary forest Animal.
Razor did not know why, but this Panther had
a "presence"...something he could not describe.
As he looked at him he admired his perfect
form and ease of movement. He worried that
the large Cat knew he was there.
bolt of nervousness shot through his body.
He tried to put that out of his mind and get
down to business. It occurred to him that
the Cat may not have a good nature...was this
he had splashed the Otters, his only problem
had been keeping his snickering quiet. This
was not going to be that easy. He could feel
his confidence starting to ebb. Razor thought
about going back to the cave and playing with
his two sisters. No, he decided that he was
not a quitter and he was not going to let
this opportunity pass.
Old Cat waded quietly in the pond, and when
he lowered himself down for a drink, Razor
seized the moment. He pushed the boulder with
all his might from its place, but somehow
his front claws got tangled in the green vines
that were connected to the rock. He felt himself
going over the ledge; and after a short fall,
he landed directly in front of the drinking
Panther, emptying most of the water from the
small pond and creating a large wave that
he could hear cascading over the falls near
by. Looking upward through wet fur, with his
backside buried in the mud and a boulder on
his chest, for the first time in his young
life, he was completely vulnerable. Razor
had never felt that feeling before.
Black Panther and Razor locked eyes.....one
pair scared, the other pair raging. After
what seemed like an hour, with the huge rock
rapidly rising up and down on his stomach
and the sound of his heart playing drums in
his ears, he saw the rage cool from the Panther's
eyes. The enormous Cat laughed deeply then
raised his head. The deep laugh that started
low in his chest, continued to his upraised
neck and burst into a high pitched symphony
that resonated the small canyon. The laugh
had so much energy that it gave life to a
series of echoes that continued for a minute
or so in all directions. Razor laughed too
feeling happy. Then, all was quiet again.
Razor was in awe of the majestic Cat who created
pulses of emotion running from terror to laughter.
noticed that the Panther had several battle
scars on his wide face but looked powerful
and fit.... His wet, black fur glistened, and
the early light danced in gold along his muscular
shoulders. He was the symbol of confidence.
Panther aimed his sight at the Bear and smiled.
Razor noticed his deep black eyes sparkled
with reflections that changed constantly as
he turned his head, and his teeth were white
and sharp, held in place by blood-red gums.
As he was looking up, he noticed that the
roof of his great mouth was a series of purple
and black ridges with patterns of gray. His
long whiskers were limber, the texture of
clear, quartz-crystals that he had seen in
caves. Strangely, they almost seemed to glow....
His great black tail formed the letter 'S'
as it searched the air above them.
watched helplessly from his soft nest of mud.
The Panther looked down at the Bear Cub from
his four-footed stance. "I have never been
close to a brave Bear like you before," he
said with a voice so low that Razor at first
thought it was a growl. "You must think a
lot of yourself to have taken on a Warrior
Well sir...I....I mean, Razor stammered...I...uhh...I
never meant you any harm......I only meant to
give you a little scare...that's all....honest."
you did startle me," the Cat said deeply as
he shook the remaining water from his thick
fur... He looked down at the muddy face. "My
name is DESG; that means 'Mask'. What is your
name...?" The Cat then raised a mighty paw with
extended claws above the Bear Cub.
Cub stared at the outstretched claws. "My
name is Razor, sir...I...I...and...I am sorry that
I tried to...to.. scare you. I hope that you
find it in your heart to forgive me."
are forgiven." DESG lowered his hovering paw
to the boulder on Razors chest and gently
raised it up as if it were a small rock. With
an amazing snap of his paw, the boulder landed
on the other side of the pond making a loud
thud as it buried itself in the brown and
orange sand under a bastion of old Hemlock
trees. Razor was relieved that he was now
free of the mossy weight but decided to remain
I looked at you lying on your back in the
mud with that rock on your chest, I was angry
at first. But then I noticed that you were
just a Bear Cub, and I knew you meant no harm
to me. I had never been attacked by an opponent
so young before...And quite frankly you gave
me a needed laugh...I have not had a good laugh
in years. Do you know what they say about
a laugh ?"
sir." Razor replied...
is said that a Laugh is a Bond among Friends,"
DESG said comfortably as he stepped away from
the wide eyed Cub.
says that.?" Razor asked.
The Gods," he replied looking over his shoulder.
Razor said softly, expecting the Cat to take
credit for the words of wisdom as he would
have.....if he had any that is. He noticed many
more scars that seemed to be under his fur
that had grown back in a deep gold color making
his entire coat seem alive as he moved. "How
did you get your scars?" Razor heard himself
blurt out. Then he wished that he had not
asked, but before he could apologize DESG
reacted to the question.
Cat turned his powerful body toward Razor
and took a wide stance with his black fur
bristling in waves. The sounds of the forest
stopped, and the air smelled like musk. The
Cub wished he had left well enough alone but
it was too late now.
ask good questions, Bear." the Cat said in
a Warrior's voice; his words passing through
him like he was invisible. "You may not understand
what I am going to say, but someday you will
have to fight the same battle that I fought."
DESG relaxed his body but spoke deliberately.
"Mine was with the toughest foe that exists."
mean like a monster with three eyes and breathes
fire?" the Cub asked.
of.....but much worse than that. Most of us
never know this kind of monster is there until
it is too late. The 'Evil Foe' that I had
to face in battle was.... Myself."
extended his arms with his paws turned upward.
"How can you fight yourself..?"
evil force that is inside all of us is not
easily defeated if it matures. You must decide
early in your life if you want to be on the
side of Light....doing Good deeds and making
if you do things for others, you don't have
to battle yourself?" Razor asked.
deeds and good thoughts are powerful, but
having responsibility and character will put
an end to your evil side. In my case I let
the evil side get too strong. I did not have
my guard up and it tried to conquer me completely.
It was at that moment that I decided to choose
the tougher road.........the side of Light and Strength."
are your scars covered with dark gold fur..?"
the Bear asked as he pointed.
you win against your foe, the fur that grows
over your wounds will have a deep gold color
like mine. They are my medals from the Spirit.
Do you follow my meaning?"
think so......so what happens to your scars if
you lose the battle against the Evil force?"
nothing grows over the scars, and your protective
coat of fur is weakened as well as your pride.
You will understand this more as you get older,"
DESG said in a fatherly voice, as he circled,
making Razor turn constantly from his horizontal
stopped in front of the Bear, and calmed his
thick tail whose elevated tip seemed to always
be in flight. The huge tail had perfect black
fur and moved like a skilled whip with a mind
of its own. The Black Cat was silent as he
looked calmly at Razor. It felt like the forest
was also waiting for him to speak. Razor remained
I looked at you my memory flashed back to
when I was your age and had done a similar
stunt....only worse." The Cat said as he thought
back in time.
Really..?" the Cub replied with a relieved
yes...." DESG replied.
jumped from the deep depression he had made
in the bottom of the pond. He looked into
the big Cat's sparkling eyes... "Please tell
me about it, Sir......that is...if you would." The
Bear Cub waited intently for DESG to speak...
....his front paws stepping in place.
air again smelled like flowers and shafts
of light played with the dark green leaves
above the pond. The sounds of the forest resumed
feel that I must tell you, but I am not sure
why... You remind me of myself when I was your
age. As a Panther Cub, I had more confidence
than sense...... like you Bear. I knew at a
young age that I was a great hunter and a
survivor. I felt in my heart that I could
be a warrior ...one with great strength and
vision, one who would have wisdom to lead
others, and most important... one who could
listen to the "Spirit"..."
Spirit?" Razor replied with wrinkles above
his eyes. "What is that..?"
took a deep breath, swelling his massive chest...
"It is called a lot of names, but I call it
the Spirit because that is the way it revealed
itself to me. The Spirit is an energy that
will visit you when you need it." "How will
you know when it visits you...?"
looked at Razor understandingly. "The Spirit
is always with you, but only a few of us are
able to hear its message. All I can tell you
is that you must listen for its.... 'Great Whisperings'...."
Spirit is the stepping stone to your higher
self. I feel that you may be one of the Chosen
Ones, as I was. That is all I can say about
the Spirit give you your name..?" The Bear
see that you are allowing yourself to become
receptive already. Yes, young friend, the
Spirit gave me my name."
tell me how that happened." Razor urged.
used to play a game with the animals in the
woods. As a Cub I learned that to become great,
you must learn from those that are great.
I decided that Deer had the best speed and
senses. They made me work harder with my "Game".
One day, I awoke early and played my game
while the rest of the family slept...just like
you do, I bet."
sir.....I mean,..... how did you know?" Razor
I got in trouble from lack of experience....the
kind of experience that is only learned from
a father, but mine did not have time for me;
he thought I was too young to hunt. So, I
went out on my own. When I played my game,
I would never be seen or heard. I learned
about the wind, how sound will travel with
it, and that it will carry your scent even
further. I would end the Game by suddenly
appearing in front of my prey and scaring
the living daylights out of them."
did not try to hurt them?"
was learning, and showing my teeth and roaring
would get the results I wanted. After I gave
them a good scare, I would race home and laugh
about it all day...I was only a Panther Cub
and not developed feelings about others yet."
one day while stalking a certain Deer, I sensed
that he was different from other Deer that
I had used for my Game. He was always leading
me to an upwind position.
had to have the canyon at my backside to remain
undetected. I was being led to an area where
the canyon narrowed. It was becoming harder
and harder to keep downwind. The high fog
in the canyon softened its danger and I was
not paying attention to it.
Deer always was one step ahead of me instead
of the other way around. I felt that he knew
I was there, and was playing his own game
was running too close to the deep canyon and
was not having fun anymore. I was letting
myself get angry, which was affecting my concentration
and decided to end my Game. Impatiently, I
positioned myself behind a thick bush where
the canyon rim makes a sharp turn ; and when
the Deer was close I jumped out, showing my
teeth and claws." Razor listened intently...
"It was a female Deer, a Doe... she had a fawn
with her. She attacked me before I had time
to think. I jumped backward and fell onto
a sandstone ledge that jutted out above the
I tumbled over the ledge, one of my front
claws grabbed a small, brown tree with a gnarled
trunk, growing at the tip of the ledge. It
bent all the way over, but its strong roots
held me as I swayed up and down over the canyon's
Razor replied with intensity. "How did you...I
mean...what did you....were you scared? How did
you save your self?"
Black Cat changed his position... Softly he
stepped into a shaft of sunlight to dry his
shiny black coat. The sun made ripples of
color on the tips of his fur as his powerful
muscles moved underneath. Razor was fascinated
with the smooth way DESG moved. His movements
were so fluid, that he could not tell if DESG
moved to the spot, or the spot moved to him.
He felt himself admiring this great Panther
made a hop to the sunny area next to the Cat.
"I have to know how you survived your situation.
It was only a matter of time before you fell
to your death in the deep gorge.... Please continue..
what did you do?"
spoke softly and slowly. "Here is what I did.
I changed my attitude. I stopped all of my
hostile instincts. I canceled all of my aggressive
thoughts. I knew I was close to death, and
with my claws buried deep into the small tree,
a strange unknown feeling came over me."
tried to hurry the story. His voice was rapid
and high pitched. "What feeling was that?"
was a feeling of being...well...'Grateful'."
asked excitedly, "Grateful for what?....what
did you have to be grateful for?"
Cat spoke close to the Cub's face. Razor noticed
that his pliant whiskers were starting to
voice was soft, almost like he was purring.
The low tone tickled his ears and created
small ripples on the pond's surface.
was grateful for that little brown tree that
allowed me a few more precious minutes to
Warrior gently stepped toward the pond and
reversed in a single move, again facing the
Cub...his great tail following smoothly. The
morning sun lit the back of his head creating
a golden halo. DESG smiled gently. "I became
grateful for my parents and my silly brothers
and sisters, who were probably still sleeping
safely, as I dangled 2,000 feet above the
jagged valley floor." DESG touched the side
of his head and looked upward as if in deep
thought. Razor followed his gaze and looked
felt myself being transported to a grand mountain
in the clouds with a gold mist surrounding
me. I sensed a powerful force was there but
could see no one. I felt that this location
enormous rock that formed the mountain top
was dark grey with violet streaks and extended
above a sea of turbulent clouds. I was led
to the North end where a magnificent rock
formed a circular area that emitted a blue
light. As I looked at the light, it formed
a mosaic made of pure crystal and slowly changed
into patterns that formed the word 'DESG'.
It appeared that the name was being burned
into the rock, but I was not sure."
light that surrounded the name became brighter...so
intense that I could not look at it. Then
suddenly, a beautiful Energy spoke to me in
a Voice of multiple tones coming from all
directions at once."
am 'DLOV'. The Name before you in the Sacred
Circle means MASK. From this moment to your
last day, you will be known by that name.
"You are now a 'Chosen One'.....a Warrior. Listen
and wait....listen and wait."
you scared..?" Razor asked with a gasp.
wanted to ask questions. I wanted to know
what it wanted me to do and what I was to
wait for..? As the Voice faded, the mountain
started to disappear into the swirling clouds.
I felt myself being transferred back to the
ledge. Then I heard the loud crash of a tree,
and suddenly my rear paws were clawing branches.
I moved upward, and before I could think I
was fully on the rocky ledge in the arms of
safety. I closed my eyes allowing my lost
strength to build.
said excitedly. "I don't understand what happened.....how
did the tree get there....it seems impossible
patient little Bear," DESG purred. He was
pleased that the Bear Cub was interested in
his story and listened so intently.
don't know how long I dangled by my paw...it
was like I was in a trance. I had accepted
falling into the canyon after my strength
gave out. I did not know where the tree came
from or how I got the energy to climb up its
branches. It just appeared out of nowhere.
As I was lying on the ledge......I felt a presence
of power directly in front of me and opened
was it...? Was it God?" The Cub urged impatiently.
Black Cat leaned closer and spoke in a whisper.
"It was God...... to me......it was the Doe mom
that I had tried to scare...the one that had
attacked me and made me jump backward onto
had chewed a young tree growing at the side
of the ledge, allowing it to bend down to
where I was hanging by my paw...letting me climb
out of the treacherous gorge to safety."
that you were on land again, did you want
to get even with her for knocking you over
the ledge..?" Razor asked with a revengeful
at all. As I looked into her kind eyes...her
eyes looked into my soul. It was during this
time that I learned something very valuable."
DESG lightly touched the Cub on the shoulder
and said, "Power and Strength is more than
sharp teeth and claws. Real power is not easily
visible and comes from Love, not Aggression.
I realized that the Doe was as brave and as
powerful as I was, but in a different way."
could she be as brave and powerful as you..?...she
is only a Deer.." Razor questioned.
my Cub friend........Power is an Attitude of the
mind. Do not forget that. When I was on that
ledge, I could only see the Doe. Everything
else was out of focus. Her peaceful eyes gave
me energy and knowledge from a different perspective.
They also told me that a Warrior never meets
anyone by chance and that a true friend appears
when you least expect it ."
That's interesting....Razor sighed. "Did you
ever see her again..?"
A few days later I returned to the canyon
area and thanked her for helping me climb
out of the gorge. While I was there, I decided
to visit the gnarled tree at the tip of the
ledge that held me when I fell, but when I
arrived at the ledge the little tree was not
you on the right ledge..?" Razor asked with
a puzzled look.
claw marks were in the stone and I saw the
sapling that the Doe had chewed. but the location
where the brown tree had stood was empty.
It's a mystery."
That is too creepy....what about the Fawn? What
happened to him?" Razor asked.
Fawn is a young adult now, and I am his protector.
The Spirit has given him an important Destiny."
is his destiny...what will he do for the Spirit..?"
the Cub asked as he looked up.
can't tell you about it now but perhaps you
will be somehow involved."
snapped to ready alert with his legs in a
plantigrade pose. "I am ready...please tell
you are not old enough yet, but perhaps we
could meet here at this small pond in the
fall.....when the leaves are at their peak and
the moon is full. You will be an adult then".
can count on me." Razor said in his best adult
surveyed the pond with its steep sides and
majestic trees. "I wonder why my path led
me here.....this could not have been a chance
meeting. I must think about this day.....and
you... little Bear." DESG moved in front of
Razor and extended a great paw with the pads
looked at DESG and saw himself in the reflection
of his eyes. Razor touched his brown paw to
the Panther's. He noticed that the pads on
the huge paw were telluride in color and velvet
instead of brown and leathery like his. Razor
also noticed that they were clean.
he touched the upturned Cats paw the vortex
of energy that surrounded DESG vibrated Razors
in an explosive leap, the big Cat was gone
and all was quiet. There were no sounds of
running or footsteps.... not a sound of any
kind. A stunned Razor stood there in the loud
silence with his keen ears searching the air.
questioned himself. Why was the great Cat
at the pond..? What does it mean to be "Chosen"..?
Who was the energy Voice called DLOV.....? How
could a Deer be a Warrior...especially a girl
Deer..? How could peace be stronger than sharp
teeth..? How did the Panther move without
making any sound..? Why do Warriors never
meet anyone by chance..? What does "listen
and wait" mean..? Why was the gnarled tree
missing from the ledge..? How did DESG keep
his paws from getting muddy..? There were
so many things to think about.
thoughts had occupied his mind so much that
he did not notice it was getting dark. He
had been gone all day and his family would
be worried. He could hear his bratty sisters
chiming that he had broken the 'after dark'
rule. Razor spun on his rear paws and faced
home. A low wet fog was starting to erase
the pond and surrounding woods.
he bounced up the foggy bank toward the narrow
dark ridge that would take him home, the vow
to return to the pond in the fall haunted
picked up speed to a full run. His two ears
and nose formed a Triad of navigation in the
dark allowing familiar scents to race through
his nostrils. He slowed his pace as the ridge
fell into a valley that was blocked by a fallen
cherry tree. The aged tree projected an ominous
silhouette in the misty air. Razor crawled
into a tunnel that led him into a wide meadow
with smooth white rocks.
smell of decayed wood dominated his round
nose as he squeezed around the maze of tree
smiled to himself ..... to go beyond this tree
is forbidden....another rule that he had decided
only applied to his sisters.
thought of what DESG had told him....that a
laugh was a Bond among friends. A shiver of
pride lightened his step. Razor decided that
he would tell no one....especially his sisters.
They would say he had an overactive imagination
like they always did when he tried to tell
them something exciting that he did.
meeting with DESG would be his secret. Well........perhaps
he would share his story with his rock friends
or ancient trees at the 'Magic Place'......
but no body else.
stopped outside the family den as his wishing
star waited patiently for him. He did not
know what the future held in store for him
as he gazed upward....but if it was danger,
he wished that he could be a Warrior like
the great Cat. At that moment the star blinked
as if to indicate that his wish had been granted.
was confusing now and he had a lot of thinking
to do before he met with DESG. There was one
thing he was sure of....that he would be at
the pond in the peak of fall when the moon
was full. Yes....Yes.....he would be there. Razor
turned toward the warm den and took his tired
mud caked body inside to his waiting family....it
was good to be home.