Saturday, October 21, 2006

DAKOTA JIM, "Warden of the Great Wolf Spirit" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

(In loving, respectful memory of my Father. Awarded Position of America's first Department of Defense Police Chief by virtue of taking First Place in Written Competitive Examination and First Place in Physical Fitness. b. October 22, 1911, 
d. February 9, 1981)

Dakota Jim "Warden of the Great Wolf Spirit"
by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

From out of the birches, in the Heart of the Black Hills, came Dakota Jim;
How he got here, where he came from, was never revealed to him.
He was not of the tribe who raised him; he was different from the rest;
Yet of all the ways of the Warrior, it was Dakota Jim who was the best.
The Great Spirit was his Teacher; the Great Mother was his School;
To observe and learn from all about him was the Natural Rule.
Running, jumping, fighting, climbing, it was always he who stood alone;
When others dared to challenge him, his stare turned them all to stone.
He needed no tribe to call his own to witness who he must be;
Because Dakota Jim was the Chief of Chiefs, as anyone could plainly see.

1 comment:

Steve Savage "King of the Beasts" said...

There is no Birth Record of my Father, DAKOTA JIM.

At the age of one year, in 1912, He was abducted from His Father by His Mother. He was then abandoned by her in Hill City, South Dakota, in the Heart of the Black Hills (Paha Sapa); the Mystical Badlands of the Great Oglala Lakota Sioux Indian Nation, to someone my Father referred to only as "Uncle Harry."

Although He was of Welsh-English descent, it was here, in the sacred tribal lands of the Black Hills, that He was initiated in the Ancient Ways of the great Lakota Sioux Warriors whose ancestors include the Legendary Warrior Chiefs: Sitting Bull (Tatanka Iyotake), Red Cloud (Makhpiya Luta), and Crazy Horse (T‘aĊĦunka Witko).

The middle initial "F" in His name stands for "Frieborn," but it could just as well have stood for "Fear," because he was Fear incarnated as a Man. He had a Fierce Countenance, a powerful arresting stare, that caused whomever it was that fell into his gaze, to cringe in submission like a dog before an Alpha Wolf.

The whole house would shake from his presence whenever he entered it. I, and whoever it was who was there with me, at the time, shook in resonance along with everything else around us that cowered before Him, not daring to look up at Him lest, God forbid, our eyes should meet.

No one ever dared to challenge Him or disrespect Him in any way. He was a Dangerous Man; a Living Cage of Flesh and Bone whose Prisoner was a barely restrained Ferocious Beast, the Spirit of the Great Wolf. Everyone knew it was there, but it was revealed to no one but me. He did not like to be touched, and especially would not allow anyone to put their hands on Him with intentions to do harm. If anyone dared to do so, I don't believe He would have allowed that Disrespecter to live — knowing my Father as I do.

He was the Strongest, most Intelligent, Moral, Principled Man of anyone I've ever known. He was the Unwritten Law.