She-wolf rode it like a wave.

Full Moon September 30 2020

“Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.”

The she-wolf clan worked for the extraordinarily rich at the time of the Inquisition. Working in their fields and farms as shepherds. Living in the woods and sitting in their clans around their campfires. Sometimes wearing the skin of the wolf. Sacred to them and very ancient old and ritualistic. Like many aboriginal people who lived off the land, sometimes during the colder seasons when hunting and gathering was bleak they had to be creative. A chosen one would put on their wolf skin and go to the rich man’s field and steal one or two of the sheep to feed their families. When caught they were crucified with wolf skin on. Declared,

“Lycanthropy “

The devil she-wolf …

and so, the legend was born.

Every autumn we are reminded of the return of the she-wolf who seeks justice from an unjust world …. especially on the first full moon of Autumn!

We heard a loud cry from the second story building and theater and looked up. There was Ross.

“Hudley, in a heavy English accent.

It was a few years ago in Ventura County that GBH came out to greet my family and I. Colin saying,

“We got a real treat for you; we will be playing Lycanthropy live tonight.”

As a fanzine writer I had the great opportunity of meeting all the bands. I became close to Charged GBH. They would tease me saying that they would play Lycanthropy live. So, on stage the drum, bass and guitar would lead into the song to expand into another. I was not the only one being teased either.

I admit my hypertension cannot quite grasp the enthusiasm my body wants to express these days. The full room of sweaty bodies, punches and assaults were not as extreme during the 1980s. Yes, the slam pit was tough yet there was a unity that was more supportive if you fell or were a girl or she-wolf.

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