Celebrating the Divine Feminine
Friday the 13th was a Goddess Day
Celebrating the Divine Feminine on Friday the 13th
You probably know that Friday the 13th was once considered the day of the Goddess before negative factions attempted to eliminate the Divine Feminine. That date was meant to celebrate and honor the cycles of creation and rebirth.
Friday the 13th is actually a powerful day to manifest, honor creativity, and celebrate beauty, wisdom, and the nourishment of the soul.
In this incarnation, I sourced my knowledge from Indigenous traditions and was chosen as the keeper of our ways and traditions by a tribal elder, my grandfather. The elders knew that the generation of Indigenous youngsters born into the 3-D world right after World War II would remind others of the true and powerful ways that might otherwise be lost in the chaos.
As I myself became sovereign from the chains that had bound me, I moved to the Flathead Reservation in Montana and lived the ancient way in a tent with my Siberian Timber Wolf in the Rocky Mountains. We followed the PowWow trail there and across the high plains—my wolf as my protector and I as a traditional women’s dancer.
On the Blackfeet Reservation in Browning, Montana, the sacred elder and medicine man Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi, from the Blackfeet Kainai Reserve in Canada, made my acquaintance and furthered my knowledge of the ancient ways from a more pristine perspective. He had been raised by his great-grandparents, Chief Shot-Both-Sides and medicine woman Long-Time-Pipe-Woman, who had once followed the buffalo with their tipis.
You can see images of those sacred elders, as well as Pretty-Wolverine-Woman and Sixapo (Black Plume’s grandparents), here:
https://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Wisdom-Ancient-Grandmothers-Indigenous-ebook/dp/B0DJ68CT75/
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi (Black Plume) was compelled to become acquainted with me because he saw me dancing in the arbor and felt that I was much like his great-grandmother. During ceremony, he gave me the name of his grandmother, Pretty Wolverine Woman, because he believed I carried much of her warrior spirit and Divine Goddess essence.
For seven years he taught me in the oral tradition that his divine grandmother had taught him. He had promised that he would remind people of their power, as the women knew that many would forget.
“Black Plume’s Weasel People: The Last Bastion of Native Ways” fulfilled that pledge. The link above refers to that book, written over twenty years ago and now updated as Sacred Wisdom of the Ancient Grandmothers, as that is where the knowledge originated for Black Plume.
Pretty Wolverine Woman’s saga is one so powerful that I know I am meant to share the true story with the world. Doing so will help open a gateway for the Divine Feminine to return to its rightful place within humanity. As has often happened, the darker side used media to create a false narrative about her heroic journey so the powerful truth would not shine through to women and all of humankind.
The screenplay based on this story won the L.A. Women’s Independent Film Award for Best Screenplay of the Year. However, the film can only go into production under guidance from myself and other women of true spirit—not through Hollywood or similar institutions.
I would like to share the essence of her story, which is found in the book linked above.
Chapter Eight
Pretty Wolverine Woman
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi’s grandmother, Pretty Wolverine Woman, was married to Sixapo (also known as Spotted Eagle or Black Plume). She showed him great love and affection and served as an excellent spiritual guide for her grandson.
He recalled Pretty Wolverine Woman and his grandfather, Spotted Eagle (Black Plume), pulling up to his great-grandparents’ lodge and calling out for him to ride with them to the trading post, where they would always treat him to sweets.
Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi was completely trusted by Pretty Wolverine Woman. They spent a great deal of time together, with the elder woman training him in the oral traditions, as did his grandfather and great-grandparents.
Pretty Wolverine Woman did not speak to others about the horrifying ordeal she experienced as a younger woman because there had been so much misunderstanding about what had truly occurred. As is often the case, the media twisted the story to create sensationalism and increase newspaper sales.
She eventually became the head of the sacred women’s society, the Buffalo Society, and the holder of its sacred pole and headdress. Because of falsehoods perpetuated by a Caucasian reporter from New York, the sacred medicine woman honored within the Buffalo Society experienced a painful form of double jeopardy.
In a series of conversations, Pretty Wolverine Woman confided the actual events to Ba-Ti-Ga-Sa-Pi, knowing he would only speak of them to his great-grandparents or grandfather, who already knew the truth. She felt there was no reason to seek justice among those who had already condemned her based on media stories. If they lacked the spiritual discernment to recognize truth, attempting to enlighten them would be futile.
Perhaps there was once a time when Char Coal had been a decent man. However, he had been ill for many years and had recovered from various maladies, only to become reliant on alcohol to cope with his pain. He was now believed to be suffering from tuberculosis.
He had already gone through several wives and was unkind to Pretty Wolverine Woman as well. She protected her two sons from his abuse by absorbing his anger herself and caring for him faithfully as a nurse.
Char Coal was intensely jealous of any man who looked at her, knowing she deserved better.
Pretty Wolverine Woman did not consider herself his wife, yet she honored him as a caretaker and fulfilled the responsibilities of tending the lodge and preparing food. She was relieved when he convinced another family to give him their daughter as another wife.
The young woman’s name was Sleeping Woman. She was very young and naïve. She helped with the duties and deflected some of Char Coal’s abuse away from Pretty Wolverine Woman. The two women eventually became friends and supported one another.
Local farmers near the reserve often hired tribal members to cut and gather hay by hand and load it onto wagons. Char Coal took his wives with him to work in the fields at Church Ranch because his illness prevented him from doing much work himself.
He relied heavily on sweat lodges to help with his breathing due to tuberculosis. One evening, he asked Pretty Wolverine Woman to gather willow branches so a sweat lodge could be built after the day’s work.
She went into the wooded area to gather branches, unaware that a young warrior named Medicine Pipe Stem had followed her.
Char Coal saw Medicine Pipe Stem walking in the same direction and was overtaken by jealousy and rage.
Pretty Wolverine Woman had found suitable branches near an abandoned cow shed by Lee Creek when Medicine Pipe Stem approached her. He questioned why such a beautiful woman would remain with a dark-spirited man like Char Coal. He even wondered aloud whether the scent of Char Coal’s coming death filled their lodge.
She continued gathering branches and explained that Char Coal’s medicine was still strong despite his illness because he carried the Bear Knife medicine. She said he would likely not live much longer and she felt compassion in continuing to care for him along with Sleeping Woman.
Medicine Pipe Stem stepped into the corral and briefly guided Pretty Wolverine Woman into the cow shed, where he kissed her. She had not invited the interaction; the young man was simply overcome with sympathy and admiration for her devotion.
Char Coal had hidden nearby and witnessed the moment. Consumed by rage, he accused them of having an affair.
That accusation was untrue. Yet the situation appeared suspicious.
Before Medicine Pipe Stem could defend himself, Char Coal shot him through the eye so there would be no obvious wound on the body.
Terrified and under threat of death, Pretty Wolverine Woman returned to the lodge with Char Coal and remained silent about the murder—even to Sleeping Woman.
When Medicine Pipe Stem’s body was later discovered, the cause of death was a mystery. The local RCMP investigated briefly, but the matter received little attention.
To them, it was simply another dead Indian.
