Singing Bear
may we all waltz gracefully and nimbly with the Bears.
Singing Bear:
A God of Singing and Dancing,
A God of Healing, Restoration, Justice and Reparation.
I honor Singing Bear,
Great Protector of Queer People,
You who come dancing
With power woven into your hair,
You who demand full justice and reparation
From the enemies of your people,
You who heal with just your voice
And the touch of your lips.
Singing Bear is one of the myriad grandchildren of Grandmother Bear. It is said that he was born at the confluence of the Ohio and the Mississippi River to The Great Bear and The Great Dragon during an intense spring thunderstorm. The story goes that as an infant, Singing Bear sprang up from his crib singing and dancing, rattling his baby rattle as beautiful blossoms as red as living blood sprang up all around him.
Singing Bear is one of Grandmother Bear’s favorites. As a cub, he was as quick as lightning in both mind, body and spirit. He constantly proved himself to be strong of heart with a deep understanding of compassion and balance. It was during Singing Bear’s early youth, that his healing voice came to him. He found that he could sing healing into a being’s very blood, be it red, green or of pure spirit. He came to understand that he could joik the essence of all beings; stone, flesh, flame or aether. It was also at this time that Queer Spirit awoke throughout his flesh and blood, spirit and mind.
Singing Bear’s trusty 1942 Plymouth Woody
After being declared a healer by his birth-clan, Singing Bear loaded his wagon and began his travels with Spark (one of his dearest boy friends, the Indigo Winged Horse), throughout the realms of Midgard bringing healing and inspiration wherever they go. Singing Bear sings songs of restoration into the hearts and blood of the newly reawakening Witches, Heathens and solitary shaman’s of Queer Spirit emerging around the globe. Spark teaches all whole wish to learn them, the magics of deep breathing, the mysteries of the cleansing winds and other Powers of Air and Inspiration. They both do whatever they can to nurture the emerging Cultures of Beauty, Balance and Delight.
Singing Bear and Spark can be found any where that queer people gathered; bars, bath houses, soft ball games, symphonies, art museums, riverside parks, garden clubs, tearooms, Radicle Fairie gatherings, etc. Singing Bear always meets up with his boy friends and lovers for the fabulous Spring Fete at the Roadhouse of the Dead.
Over the past few years Singing Bear has been a dependable devoted partner and co-healer with the Red Dragon. They have both been working the blood magics of healing in regards to HIV, cancer, diabetes and other blood related diseases. I first met them both while dealing with my own HIV health issues. We three have become dear feres over these last 20 plus years.
Singing Bear’s Foot Prints
I still find myself regularly singing two of the healing songs that Singing Bear gave to me during those first meetings. These songs still fill me with the healing powers first given to me by that beautiful queer bear.
Purple Hands of Healing
Purple Hands of Healing,
Faggot God, Singing Bear,
My Lover come to me,
Come to me.
Purple Hands of Healing,
Faggot God, Singing Bear,
Dear Lover come to me come to me.
Dance with me,
Sing with me,
Hold me in Your strong arms.
Dance with me,
Sing with me,
Hold me in Your strong arms.
With Just His Voice!
With just His voice
He heals throughout my body!
With just His voice
He shatters the virus!
With just His voice
He builds crimson blood,
He makes red blood
Healthy and vital!
Singing Bear is a devoted lover and protector of Queer People. Here are two poems that tell of these aspects of his being.
Singing Bear:
He Comes Dancing
Donald L. Engstrom
© 1988
Lover of cock suckers,
Lover of queers,
Lover of strong arms and sweet songs,
He comes dancing,
He comes singing,
He comes with power woven into His hair.
He who sings healing songs,
He who chants the stories of self creation,
He who licks the honey from lips, eyelids, and warm cocks.
He comes dancing,
He comes singing,
He comes with power woven into His hair.
He whose voice destroys cities,
He whose voice lays new foundations
For pleasure gardens and sex temples,
He who with just His voice,
Heals through out our bodies,
He comes dancing,
He comes singing,
He comes with power woven into His hair.
He who screams in pain
As yet another of His lovers
Leave for distant shores,
He who weeps unashamed at the bier
Of one who had held
His throbbing power so tenderly
Between his once living human cheeks,
He who whispers gently His undying devotion,
He who never forgets,
He whose blood and bone hold the memory
Of each and every heart
He has ever embraced,
He comes dancing,
He comes singing,
He comes with power woven into His hair.
His love is a prairie breeze
Blowing over the plains of queer bodies.
His love is a deep well
Refreshing the lives of His people.
His love is a roaring wild fire,
Burning and preserving.
His love prepares the way
For the returning Queer Witches of old.
He comes dancing,
He comes singing,
He comes with power woven into His hair.
His lavender eyes see through
The flaming hearts of suns,
Into the dark healing of the Great Womb.
His purple heart keeps the beat of time
Moving to the rhythms
Of the multiversal dances.
His singing claws rip through the flesh of hypocrisy,
Bringing healing with each breath of His song.
Lover of cock suckers,
Lover of queers,
Lover of strong arms and sweet songs.
Singing Bear comes to all
Who delight in the sweet taste of a rigid cock.
Singing Bear comes to all
Who dare to live queer lives of freedom.
Singing Bear comes to all
Who dream Him.
He comes dancing,
He comes singing,
He comes with power woven into His hair.
He comes.
Singing Bear:
A Blessing
Donald L. Engstrom
© 1988
He shows no mercy.
He shreds their lips with their own lies.
He show no mercy.
He blinds their eyes with their own illusions.
He shows no mercy.
He burns their hearts on the fires of their own hatred.
He shows no mercy.
He binds their chests,
He binds their arms,
He binds their legs,
With the ropes of fear
That they themselves have braided.
He shows no mercy.
He bloats their bellies on their own cherished greed.
He shows no mercy.
He leaves them to rot in the piles of their own shit
In which they have chosen to wallow.
He show no mercy.
Singing Bear shows no mercy
To the enemies of His People.
(To be sung/chanted softly as the blessing
is read by a Greek chorus.)
I shall never forget
Never forget
The killing of my People.
I shall never forget,
Never forget
The murder of Queer People.
Singing Bear holds a special Place in His heart for:
Music
Travel caravans
Storytellers and poets
Art museums
Symphony, dance, concert and opera halls
All Healers
Dances of all kinds (Bear Dances, Bee Dances, Human Dances, The Dances of the Stars, etc.)
Honey cakes and fruit pies
Exquisitely embroidered and beaded vests
The Cold Heart of Compassion
Counting the stars while laying in the tall grass with his lovers
Blooming fields of herbs
Sweet Faggots flirting shamelessly
Street festivals
Healthy hearth-clans and beehives
Gourmet kitchens
Bars with great music, good drinks and a large, well maintained dance floors
A flute of cold champaign with tasty salmon hors devours
Blackberry brandy and good vodka
Apple cider and honey mead
Huge community celebrations
Justice and fair-play for all
Circles of Reconciliation
A sauna after a hard day’s work
A gathering of feres enjoying the blizzards of deep Winter
Dancing the May Pole
Singing Bear is a Friend of the following clans:
The Clan of the Dancing Faggots
The Goose Clan
The Clan of the Caduceus
The Clan of the Snow Ponies
The Clan of the Human Being
The Pie Clan
The Magnolia Clan
The Snake Clan
