Beyond the Planck Barrier: Cetacean SoulPlay

Of the 5 or 10 books I'm currently reading...yeah,I'm a geek... I'm quite engrossed right now in "Souls in the Sea, Dolphins, Whales and Human Destiny", Scott Taylor. My first telepathic conversations were with my dolphin brothers that would swim up the Wakulla River from the Gulf where I went crabbing as child at Fort De San Marcos. Talk about a place that has 'silent conversation', history layered deep upon itself. It's one of my power places to this day.

I was nine when my folks returned to the South; we'd spent the previous three in Albuquerque and the Bay area. The move was tough for me. I was really bright, kinda mischievous, very artistic, but still a little shy. Messages had been coming to me all my life, much of which scared the bejesus out of most kids...and adults. I'd finally found kids in CA that were "on my same wavelength" and next thing I knew my dad ( a journalist) was moving us to Tallahassee (Bay area '65 to redneck, racist capitol - I was 37 when I forgave them ...

Anyway, my new school wanted to place me in the 6th grade, instead of 4th, my good Catholic parents saw "kids in puberty! we can't have that!!!!!" So they made up my classwork from 6th curriculum so I could still feed my blossoming exuberance for learning, but stay with my"peers" and I, with my lil sag rising self said, "ok we'll have fun, make new friends"....but I got labeled "egghead". The next couple of years were torture. I ended up in the 5th with a group "The Five Finks" equally bright, but vicious, -way too many smart, pretty girls in one class in '66- kinda vicious. One girl in particular, Caroline, British, brilliant, eventual Rhodes Scholar found me 'dangerous'. No longer "egghead" I became Iota Tau - IT...

Long and short of it, I became extremely withdrawn, depressed, verging on suicidal- walked around three weeks with pneumonia, didn't want to tell anyone how I was feeling. I was close to dying. Good news was I was given a choice then to stay or go, I had many dreamspace conversations on why I was here and that ultimately my soul chose to stay....or how I came to know my cetacean "brothers". All that time out of school to recuperate I had a marine band radio and really connected in a disembodied way to the "world" not unlike the "virtual" one we have now really, and crabbing at the Fort de San Marcos. That was the place my "brothers" taught me some of where I was to go on this soul's journey. I'd sit on a big limestone rock and they'd swim up the river and speak with me- at a distance sometimes of only 10-15 ft. They began to help me remember that I was a traveler and a seeker. And they loved me.

I could always call them to me. I still do that now. It wasn't until many years later I found out how unusual it was for them to swim the 17 miles up a springfed river.... My dad, at one point, tried to sneak up around the point taking photos of a "conversation" all that really came out in the darkroom was one... the only photograph taken of me @ 15 that I liked.

They'd send me such a surge, giddy, exhilarating, happy love vibe I felt "home". I believe our brothers are with us to show us ultimately joy, community of spirit, playful comraderie, TRUST- how to truly BE HERE NOW. I know that for myself, the more I can be in Nature everyday helps me center and focus with a smile in my heart.

One thing I've never had the opportunity to do in 3d (I have many, many times in Dreamspace) is to play with them in their beautiful weightless world. Have you ever seen the film "the Big Blue" with Jean-Marc Barr? Check it out, It truly shows the love that exists between us all, but with a caveat- we don't have to abandon our dry world of pragmatism, but temper it with the purity of fluid love. And there you find the Dolphin mind, both sides of brain working in perfect union. I feel that if we tune ourselves into the "organics" of our world, our interconnectedness with love, innocent joy and and sincere desire for community we are learning our lessons well.

Astrolabe
Capsized into that watery wasteland once more,
belljar faulty. Breath short,
no one topside to rescue,
then remind me of past
hard times at sea.
Tossed by tidalwave emotions
tumbled and dashed on cliffsides
of Black and White.
All around me, the seawater,
grey-green saline sting,
I've only my moral compass
to point my path.
Galileo, Copernicus endured
moral outrage,
dared to defy society's conventions that
the world lay flat before them.
Round after round they
held fast to
their heretical defiance...
now we've a seine of submarine
fibers globally communicating
nothing but 'net.

The Point
Tires crunch on limestone gravel.
Greys, ivories and green
greet my return.
The path, mulch-strewn,
draws me through cypress and pine,
past the fortifications of other soul's lives.
History stacked upon itself
in the shade of live oaks
nd spanish moss.
You can smell the salt-
feel the mists from two rivers
that seek their source.
Two paths converge,
converge and rise to
a lone cypress,
wind gnarled,
on a small bluff.
My feet travel backward
two score minus ten to
deerskin boots,
drawn to the rim,
scrabbling softly down limestone,
grabbing past the roots,
downward to the creamy rocks below
nestled in a rooted crook, t
to speak with my family.
I watch and wait for their tidal return.
Feel the wind,
listen to the rushes and sea birds.

Blessed BE,