The Wolf’s Tooth

By: Öfólastyrnulf

 

One of the only times that it snowed this winter, I got this crazy idea to go outside after I got home from work and shovel my driveway at 9:00pm. There were only a few inches on the ground and the wind was whipping around, but I wanted to get it done because I would be gone the whole next day. I changed out of my work clothes and began to put on several layers of clothing and picked out a CD to listen to while I worked. I began to think about the snow-shoed Goddess as I prepared and just as I was about to go out the door I decided to wear my Wolf’s Tooth, my tribal knife. But why?

I live on the corner of a quiet neighborhood. Sure I was going to be outside alone and in the dark, but whom do I have to fear? As I shoveled I thought about the vulnerability of the winter- the bitter cold, the wolves, other hungry predators. I thought about human wolves those who might prey on defenseless folk. I thought about spectral wolves, those that might prey on my psyche or soul. In today’s society is a knife seen as a weapon, a tool, a spiritual object?

Historically speaking there are several cultures, which even today, still see sacredness to owning a weapon of some sort. In some such as the Sikh, it is a symbol of faith. In other cultures, a knife is seen as an outward representation of the strength or machismo of the man and to take a man’s knife from him shames him or makes him less of a man. I have friends living in the Southwest who have friends who are part of the Cheyenne Tribe that live on the reservation in Oklahoma and their tribe has four sacred arrows that were given to them over 1000 years ago. Sweet Medicine, a man ostracized by his tribe, prayed in the mountains for a long time. Finally he received them as a gift from the Creator and brought them back to the Cheyenne and was accepted back into the tribe. These arrows do not function as projectile missiles but as spiritual weapons. When the arrows are pointed at an enemy they have the power to confuse the foe so that the tribe can defeat them. The tribe would also use the arrows to hunt game using that same power to confuse the buffalo so that they could provide for the tribe. If these arrows were ever taken then the tribe would be lost. They are brought to a yearly Sun Dance and kept in a sacred area at the pow-wow and women are not even allowed to look at the tent where they are kept.

I’ve got several very sharp and professional quality culinary knives, but I’ve never owned a knife like this one. It was given to me when I joined the Ulfar Aff Jera Tribe. Every member of the tribe gets one and all of the knives are the same, however each member may decorate the hilt any way they choose. The blade is a symbol of our unity, while the sheath is a reflection of our personality. It is a conduit of the might and luck of the tribe and it is a subtle representation of our tribal membership. We are required to bring our knives to all tribal gatherings, but I also bring it to Heathen ones. So is it just a ritual knife, used only during rituals and magical workings?

I’ve found my Wolf’s Tooth to be a very useful tool not just an object of faith. I’ve chopped potatoes, butchered a Yule pig, and cut yarn with it, but it’s taken more blood from me than from my enemies. My Wolf’s Tooth reminds me of my own strength and power, so that if need ever arose I could defend myself with it both physically and spiritually. It’s just so difficult for me to work up the nerve to wear it in public, in front of non-Heathens. At least I can go to a Heathen gathering and see just about half the folk wearing a knife.

In our larger society a knife represents a weapon. Would I draw hostility or fear from others if I carried it with me? Not only that, I would have to answer questions and explain my beliefs to a mostly Judeo-Christian society. At least I can’t find any law barring me from carrying it publicly and one of these days I’ll wear it beyond the end of my driveway and we’ll see what happens. Until then I’ll carry my Wolf’s Tooth around my property doing yard-work and I’ll see you at the next blot with it.

Hail Frigga. Hail Odin. Hail the Ulfar.


 

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