Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? Me.
I had a dream a few nights ago about Red knowing the wolf for he was, yet she still feigned ignorance. He called her on it, yet she still denied the truth of his character, his intent, his danger up until the moment he attacked. In my dream version, the Wolf devours Red. I understand the fairy tale has a happy ending with the Huntsman showing up and destroying the wolf and saving Red, but we all know that’s not how it plays out in reality. There’s never a Huntsman to save us from our own ignorance.
I don’t blame, Red. I fear of being like her. I fear being just as naïve, just as stupid, just as blind, or be just as deceived. Wolves are cunning and they seem to be getting better and better at stalking their prey.
I hate wolves. Not the four-legged beautiful amazing creatures that live in the wild, but the predators who live next door – I’m talking about the deceivers, agents of deception, liars, cheaters, users, and vampires. I’m talking about the cold-hearted, callus, selfish predators who destroy the souls of other human beings with their games. The world is full of male and she-wolves, but God I pray not to be a Red, yet fear there’s more of her in me than I want to admit.
I don’t have a problem seeing wolves. I see them. I smell them. I recognize when they’re tracking, hunting, and stalking me. I get their deceptive messages, I smell their scent of betrayal, yet I still walk through the dangerous forest alone, I still tell strangers my destination, I still trollop through the tulips with my basket of bread, with not much regard for my safety. Being safe is being guarded, being suspect, being armored, and being cold and hard as steel. I’ve been there. I’ve done that – and it didn’t protect me. A wolf disguised himself as another warrior and got me to lay my armor down before he decided to chew me up and leave me for dead. So, even protected I was not safe. Being aware, being awake, seeing the truth, and learning how to walk away, to change direction, to evade and avoid …is all I can really hope to do. My weapons is now truth – by living in the light, not lurking in the shadows. Wolves don’t like the light and they can’t play hide and seek or stalk prey sufficiently in the open. So, I don’t hide. If a wolf comes at me, he will have to come at me in the light – and he will be met with a survivor who knows how to fight back, not a victim.
I hate the wolves of this world – both men and women. Liars, deceivers, con-artists, players, users and manipulators destroy the souls of men and women more than anything else in this world.
“Grandma, what big eyes you have – do you see me, because I see you.”
“Grandma, what big ears you have – can you hear me? You will hear me roar.”
“Grandma, what big teeth you have – mine are sharper. You will feel my bite!”
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? I am – not that it could or would hurt me – I only fear being naïve to not recognize him before it’s too late.
Till next time,