play possum :)

topic posted Tue, May 18, 2004 - 11:47 AM by  .t.honey
anyone know what possum medicine is ?

recently a possum got trapped in my garage and died
i assume this is what happened..
and now there is this little baby possum running around my house.. i think the possum that passed was it's mommy and feel for the baby possum as it peeks out from behind the bushes at us during the evenings ... my daughter is feeding it catfood... which i asked her not too .. but i am curious what possum medicine may be ... thanks for any thoughts shared :)
  • Re: play possum :)

    Tue, May 18, 2004 - 12:25 PM
    Were you for sure the possum was dead?

    I was pretty sure they eat anything, but I found this link for you which confirms that. Catfood is probably not too bad for a baby possum to eat compared to garbage from a trash can.

    • Re: play possum :)

      Tue, May 18, 2004 - 1:13 PM
      ya it was dead.. poochie .. i had to close my eyes in order to remove it ...

      i am just afraid of attracting other possums or opposums.. tx
      • Re: play possum :)

        Wed, May 19, 2004 - 6:43 AM
        Possums are not so bad to have around, they are fairly quiet and I haven't seen them be really destructive. Also, they don't carry diseases like rabies, like raccoons do because of their low body temperature. Sorry, don't know their meaning as a totem animal.
        • Unsu...

          Re: play possum :)

          Wed, May 19, 2004 - 8:00 AM

          I once found a baby and raised it for some time untill letting it go again...It LOOKED boiled egg...cooled off of course.
          and yea, cat food.
          I wore gloves or wrapped it in a towel so it could feel close to mom...also in case it desided to bite but it was all SHOW those teeth but did not use them...I let it bite the tip of the glove and it did not bite hard at all.
          They do really play dead very well.
          The above site tels about totem animals...Read it there is a special meaning for them...
    • Re: play possum :)

      Mon, July 12, 2004 - 12:43 AM
      Possums are omnivores. Cat food won't hurt it, but it should have more variety in its diet. I know people who have had pet possums. Pet possums are very cuddly and affectionate and not difficult to care for. They are NOT smart at all, however. Just cuddly.
  • Re: play possum :)

    Wed, May 19, 2004 - 9:03 AM
    Opossum's medicine is diversion. His greatest form of protection is to play dead. His medicine uses a great deal of strategy.

    From my Medicine card deck:
    If Opossum has turned up in your cards, you are being asked to use strategy in some present situation. Rely upon your instincts for the best way out of a tight corner. If you have to pretend to be apathetic or unafraid, do it! Oftentimes if you refuse to struggle or show that hurtful words bother you, your taunter will see no further fun in the game. Warriors have used this medicine for centuries, playing dead when the enemy nears and outnumbers them. Then, in a flash, when the enemy is least expecting it, the war cry is heard. The fright of this serves to further confuse the unsuspecting opposition. Victory is sweet when the strategy is one of mental as well as physical prowess.

    Opossum may be relaying to you that you are to expect the unexpected and be clever in achieving you victory. This could be a victory over a bothersome salesman or a nosey neighbor. In essence, Opossum is beckoning you to use your brain, your sense of drama, and surprise - to leap over some barrier of your progress.

    I feel that I should give you the contrary meaning also:
    In the reversed position, Opossum may be warning you against getting caught in the high drama of your life's present scenario. "Close your eyes and dramatize", may keep you from seeing the truth of a situation. You may but into melodrama in yourself or others. You might as well play dead if you are justifying what you are doing with a tragic victim routine. If this concept does not apply to your situation, take a look at the possibility that you may have recently been giving excuses of why you don't want to do something instead of telling the truth. In fearing to hurt someone's feelings you may have trapped yourself in a justification pattern.

    In having to defend yourself with excuses, you may have lost the point. *You don't have to defend your right to be.* The exercise is in learning to politely say that something would not be appropriate for you at this time. That's all! You owe no one an excuse. Learn to imitate Opossum and play dead, in the sense that the best strategy is no defense. In assuming the viewpoint of no defense, you have chosen the right to be who and what you are with no games involved.

    The proper us of diversion is to know when you do not need to use diversion at all. You owe no one an excuse for how you feel or what you choose to experience.

    I hope this helps.

    Keep in mind that the Opossum could have choosen your garage as a santuary knowing that it was about to pass.
    • Re: play possum :)

      Thu, May 20, 2004 - 9:56 AM

      *tuchi nan
      • Re: play possum :)

        Tue, July 6, 2004 - 12:30 PM
        Why the Opussum's Tail Is Bare
        In the beginning all living things - men, animals, plants and trees - spoke the same language and behaved in much the same way. Animals, like people, were organized into tribes. They had chiefs, lived in houses, held councils and ceremonies.

        Many animals had characteristics which we would not recognize today. The rabbit, for example, was fierce, bold and cunning, and a great mischief maker. It was through Rabbit's tricks that the deer lost his sharp wolf-like teeth, the buzzard his handsome topknot of feathers and the opossum his long, bushy tail.

        Opossum was very proud of his tail which, in those days, was covered with thick black fur. He spent long hours cleaning and brushing it and composing songs about its beauty and vigour. Sometimes, when he walked through the village, he carried his tail erect, like a banner rippling in the breeze. At other times, he swept it low behind him, like a train. It was useful as well as beautiful, for when Opossum lay down to sleep, he tucked it under him to make a soft bed, and in cold weather he folded it over his body to keep himself warm.

        Rabbit was very jealous of Opossum's tail. He, too, had once had a long bushy tail but, during the course of a a fight with Bear, he had lost most of it and now had only a short fluffy tuft. The sight of Opossum strutting before the other animals and swirling his tail ostentatiously, filled Rabbit with rage and he made up his mind to play a trick on him at the first opportunity.

        At this time, when the animals still lived harmoniously together, each had his appointed station and duty. Thus, Frog was leader in the council and Rabbit, because of his speed, was employed to carry messages and announcements to the others.

        As was their custom from time to time, the animals decided to hold a great council to discuss important matters and Rabbit, as usual, was given the task of arranging the gathering and delivering the invitations. Councils were also occasions for feasting and dancing and Rabbit saw a way of bringing about Opossum's downfall.

        When Rabbit arrived with the news of the meeting, Opossum was sitting by the door of his lodge engaged in his favourite occupation - grooming his tail. 'I come to call you to the great council tomorrow, brother Opossum,' said Rabbit. 'Will you attend and join in the dance ?'

        'Only if I am given a special seat,' replied the conceited Opossum, carefully smoothing some untidy hairs at the tip of his tail. 'After all,' he went on, grinning maliciously at Rabbit, 'I have such a beautiful long tail that I ought to sit where everyone can see and admire it.'

        Rabbit was almost beside himself with fury, but he pretended not to notice the jibe and said, 'But of course, brother Opossum! I will personally see to it that you have the best seat in the council lodge, and I will also send someone to dress your tail specially for the dance.'

        Opossum was delighted by this suggestion and Rabbit left him singing the praises of his tail even more loudly than usual.

        Next, Rabbit called on the cricket, whom Indians call the barber, because of his fame as an expert hair-cutter. Cricket listened with growing amazement as Rabbit recounted his conversation with Opossum. Like all the other animals, he found Opossum's vanity and arrogance very tiresome.

        He began to protest, but Rabbit held up a paw and said, 'Wait a moment. I have a plan and I need your help. Listen...', and he dropped his voice as he told Cricket what he wanted him to do.

        Early next morning Cricket presented himself at Opossum's door and said that he had been sent by Rabbit to prepare the famous tail for the council that evening. Opossum made himself comfortable on the floor and stretched out his tail. Cricket began to comb it gently.

        'I will wrap this red cord round your tail as I comb it,' he explained, 'so that it will remain smooth and neat for the dance tonight.'

        Opossum found Cricket's ministrations so soothing that he fell asleep, awakening just as Cricket was tying the final knot in the red cord which now completely swathed his tail.

        'I will keep it bound up until the very last moment,' thought Opossum gleefully. 'How envious the others will be when I finally reveal it in all its beauty!'

        That evening, his tail still tightly wrapped in the red cord, Opossum marched into the council lodge and was led to his special seat by a strangely obsequious Rabbit.

        Soon it was time for the dancing to take place. The drums and rattles began to sound. Opossum stood up, loosened the cord from his tail and stepped proudly into the centre of the dance floor. He began to sing.

        'Look at my beautiful tail!' he sang as he circled the floor. 'See how it sweeps the ground!'

        There was a great shout from the audience and some of the animals began to applaud. 'How they admire me!' though Opossum and he continued dancing and singing loudly. 'See how my tail gleams in the firelight!'

        Again everyone shouted and cheered. Opossum began to have just the merest suspicion that all was not quite as it should be. Was there possibly a hint of mockery in their voices ? He dismissed such an absurd idea and continued dancing.

        'My tail is stronger than the eagle's, more lustrous than the raven's!'

        At this the animals shrieked so loudly that Opossum stopped in his tracks and looked at them. To his astonishment and chagrin they were all convulsed with laughter, some leaning weakly on their neighbour's shoulders, others rolling on the ground in their mirth. Several were pointing at his tail.

        Bewildered, Opossum looked down and saw to his horror that his tail, his beautiful, thick, glossy tail, was now balk and scaly like that of a lizard. Nothing remained of its former glory. While pretending to comb it, the wily Cricket had snipped off every single lair.

        Opossum was so overcome with shame and confusion that he could not utter a sound. Instead he rolled over helplessly on his back, grimmacing with embarrasment, just as opossums still do today, when taken by surprise.
  • Re: play possum :)

    Mon, July 26, 2004 - 4:28 PM

    Hi Tina,

    When I was a kid someone brought me an orphan baby 'possum. The little bugger was still young enough to need milk, and it ate everything as it grew. Lots of soft veggies were eaten right along with pet foods, and yes it loved eggs, cooked or raw. When it got big enough to fend for itself, it finally wandered farther and farther away until it found a mate and left permanently. It never once got into anything (like garbage) or destroyed anything, just searched for bugs to eat. It was a very sweet pet, not overly bright but never aggressive and very affectionate with me. It didn't "play possum", but got really quiet when other people were near.

    If you live in town, you might want to consider finding someone rural who could transition it for you (like I did), because city life for a possum is not exactly pretty. They have no choice but to be the very worst of scavengers because their usual diet is not really available. It sounds like your little fellow is not ready to be on his/her own yet, and Mommy chose your garage because baby needs your help.


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