Beaver Stick Wands

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"The last being to hold this wand (left) before me was a wild Appalachian beaver."
--Bob


She was quite a teacher, and you can now learn her lessons too, as I present the first of a very limited number of her wands. You can read her particular story and learn more about the wands at the bottom of the page.

Features:
  • Appalachian Hardwood Wand (approx. 10 ½-inches long, including crystal, circumference varies up to two-inches), Made by a beaver, whose teeth marks are clearly visible (See Photo, below left)
  • Clear Quartz Grade “A” Crystal Point Imported From Brazil, (approx. 1 ¾-inches long) Mounted On Wand’s Tip
  • Genuine Rabbit Fur Tiara Secured With Deer Suede Lacing
  • One Large Copper Bead
  • Two Hand Made Continuous Circle Copper Rings (purchased)
  • A Beautiful Copper Sun & Spiral Charm (purchased)
  • Two Imported Ethiopian (African) Hand Made Copper Columnar Beads
  • The Only Such Wand In The World, Now or Ever
Price, Rare Beaver Stick Crystal Wand:

WAS $185

NOW: $90 !!!

 plus $9.95 s/h for U.S. customers. Others please inquire for shipping cost.

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A Wand Actually Made by a Beaver




(You can read her story at the bottom of the page...)





Possible Uses For The Beaver Stick Crystal Wand:

     (Features and Price are in the Column on the Right)
     We all know of the industrious and clever traits of Beaver, a member of the Chisel Tooth Tribe (a title taken from Wilfrid S. Bronson’s old book). But as a totem and in the spiritual sense, Beaver energy is associated with water/dreaming, family, self confidence, protection, and above all, cooperation. Despite the true story I offer below about how these sticks came to be, beaver populations more generally work together to build their homes and to frame reality in a way that benefits all. And definitely, these animals carry high energy because their lifestyles demand high energy.
     So, too, do rabbits, who are also members of the Chisel Tooth clan. Their totemic powers sweep wide across the spiritual realms, but most outstanding is their swiftness, cunning, and the association with creativity (even though people generally translate the latter as the rabbit’s outstanding ability to produce offspring!).
    
Combining all of these traits with a crystal mounted on a Beaver Stick and the addition of extensive and sometimes exotic copper adornments suggests powerful uses in ceremony or meditation. For example, you can use The Beaver Stick Crystal Wand to…
  • boost energy
  • explore for ways of engineering reality to better fit your dreams
  • protect your self and family
  • find ways of cooperating with others
  • repair relationship problems
  • enter more easily into the flow of life
  • accomplish your goals while also making sure that there is plenty to go around in helping others (beaver dams don’t stop the flow, just detains some of it for their communal use)
  • add clarity to your thoughts and intentions
  • focus on and quickly achieve goals
  • get in touch with your wild, free aspects
  • break free of the circular thinking which sometimes entraps you
  • appropriately call on these energies in service to your own and others’ spiritual healing
Notes:
  1. The crystal is clear, not tinted as shown. The tint came from the reflection of the flash when I took the photo.
  2. The true color of the wand is more pale than shown, a problem I could not seem to correct no matter how many photos I took!
  3. There is a slight crack at the base of the wand, made when the beaver chewed it free of the tree on which it was growing.







The Story of the Beaver Wands And
Finding A Catfish In My Driveway


I used to live in a place with many ponds, and one morning I noticed water surging down my driveway! The largest pond running alongside it had flooded, and I figured it was because of a recent storm. Investigating, I found the main spillway blocked with a lot of sticks, grass and mud. So I cleared it out, the water receded to its normal level, and I went on my way.

But the next morning, it happened again. And the morning after that! The accumulated flooding had eventually scoured out a sizable hole in the driveway, and walking into it with bare feet, I felt something brush against my skin. A small catfish!

So this time, after transferring Brother Catfish back to the pond, I cleaned out the spillway and, later that evening, launched a plan to find the cause.

I sat silently behind some shrubs at water’s edge.

Not long afterward, she appeared, swimming ever so effortlessly across the still water, a newly harvested cluster of sticks in her mouth. A small beaver.

Being that the place was in the woods, it wasn’t unusual to see all sorts of animal people come by or even to move in. Turtles, muskrats, water snakes, weasels, deer, foxes, Kingfishers, an occasional osprey and many others. But never had a beaver set up housekeeping here before.

She was a beauty, and I admired her from a distance while she efficiently filled up the spillway once again, carefully working the sticks into a tangle and scraping nearby mud and grass into it. Easy work, she was finished in no time.

I then watched as she made her way up a sluice to a smaller second pond behind the first. She swam silently to the far side and suddenly disappeared into the shadowed embankment beneath a willow tree with nary a splash.

While it may not sound that way, it was magical. To me it was quite similar to a time when I saw four deer suddenly appear six feet away from me when a random breeze moved tall grass. I blinked, and two of them blinked while the others chewed grass. The breeze quit, I covered the six feet in three steps, and yet, gone. They were gone. This was the same. A beautiful creature had appeared, performed a fairly difficult task with lightning speed, then suddenly vanished into the earth. Had the spillway not been filled, I could have sworn it was a dream.

Such was her mystical power.

Yet, there was still the matter of a deteriorating driveway and washed out catfish. Moreover, the flood waters spilled onto the main highway at the end of the driveway, a situation not pleasing to the state, should someone complain.

So, the next day, I called an old friend who lived way out in the country, and asked him to stop by on his next trip toward town. He had descended from a long line of trappers, so I figured him as the expert ready with answers.

I explained my problem when he visited a few days later, prefacing it with a desire that I did not want the beaver to be trapped, but just merely wanting his opinion about a possible solution. He surprised me by saying he seldom ever trapped any longer, the result of having found a job, and because the beaver population seemed in balance. He only trapped when needed—that is, when the population grew so large that it began to interfere with the lives of people who lived in the area, like with flooded roadways or croplands caused by excessive beaver dam building.

Now, if you’ve ever known a trapper, you know there exists a synergy between the two, the one who traps and the one to be trapped. They recognize a sacred bond between them. And for sure, they know each other very well. He told me of the many times that beavers had sprung his traps just to prove to him that he wasn’t as smart as he may have thought, and that they are trapped only when they want to be. (I have heard many such stories from hunters, too, who swear that game will only present themselves when ready to sacrifice themselves for the good of the human tribe.)

He asked to see a stick from the dam, so I retrieved one and gave it to him. “Two-year-old female,” he said, examining the stick and rolling its girth around in his fingers. “She won’t be a problem very long.”

When he noticed my mouth hanging open from the surprise of his knowing such intimate details, he explained that he could judge the age by the width of the tooth marks in the stick, and he knew it was female because of the method she had used in debarking the stick. He didn’t elaborate much more, for he was not a talkative type, but he did say young female beavers will often leave or be expelled from a colony in their second year and expected to make a new home somewhere else. They will often build nests out of instinct and to attract a mate. “She’s just practicing,” he said. “I expect she’ll be gone in a week or two. She’ll want a place that’s more comfortable for her kind.”

Apparently my place didn’t rank all that high on the beaver’s preferred lodging list, probably because it didn’t offer the right menu. Beavers apparently prefer water lilies and other aquatic plants that didn’t grow in my ponds.

And sure enough, he was right. A few weeks later she was gone. And even though I no longer had to clean out the spillway every day, I really missed her. Her presence had added a wonderful energy to the place, and she had definitely helped reduce the undergrowth in the woods around the pond. And though I was making good headway in my spiritual practice, I had not yet learned that the most valuable lessons do sometimes stare us right in the face while we look elsewhere for a “sign!”

I waited a few months until I was sure she intended not to return, then cleaned out the nest. I wondered if perhaps doing so would invite another explorer to take up residence and build its own nest, but none ever did in the ensuing years I lived on the property.

My own instincts kicked in, though, so I kept an armload of the sticks from the nest. Even back then I sensed in them her wonderful energy, wild, young, instinctual, earthy, strong, free of worry, focused on life, family and unlimited potential. I wrapped them into a treasured bundle that has accompanied me wherever I’ve lived since then. And over time I came to include them in countless sacred ceremonies I’ve been involved in. She swims through them still.

As I look around the world, it appears time to share some of these “beaver sticks” that she left behind. I have mounted crystals on some, while others remain just as they were the day I retrieved them. Tangentially, and as I’ve written elsewhere, I’ve begun relying more and more on crystals in some of my work, so these two treasures seem quite naturally drawn together.

Perhaps you, too, will find as I have that incorporating these simple treasures from another honored being and the Earth into your own ceremonies and meditations will help you to experience the wild nature resident in your human soul and to avoid the limiting traps that society sometimes plants in your path.

Aho & Namaste,
Bob



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