The Whales are asking us to Listen, with our Hearts...
Last Saturday, a Sperm whale washed ashore on a beach not too far from where I live, where the Columbia River meets the Ocean.
My partner and I went to see this relative, who had sadly passed out at sea. While we visited, a crowd gathered, and there was a team doing an autopsy to determine how the whale had died.
Witnessing this, I felt numb. I wished I lived in a world where ceremonies and traditions were intact- so that when something such as this occurs we all know not to stand and gawk, but to kneel down to the earth and Listen.
To lay down flowers, pour milk and honey into the sea. To sing songs and make offerings and have a way to respond to such a large statement from Spirit, as a community. In a way that could hold us, and support us, in the moving of the inevitable grief that witnessing something such as this evokes.
I wished I lived in a world where the local indigenous tribes were seen as the authority on such a matter, and not the scientists. That’s the world I’m praying to live in.
The autopsy revealed that the whale, who washed had a large gash near his tail, was killed when struck by a large ship.
(Something instinctively felt when I heard about the injury. Something that perhaps could have been discerned in another way than cutting him open…)
Being in the presence of this young whale, who was a stretching 40 feet in length, I reflected on what the Kontomblé had shared, in the last Solstice ceremony, about whales and the prophecies they weave. How their prophecies bubble up out of the ocean and become potentials. Become something that we LIVE out through our participation.
When Spirit speaks in these ways, the ancients knew how to respond.
Today, we are like children- finding our way again.
Today, I learned that a second, smaller whale, beached not far from the Sperm whale. It washed ashore in nearly the very same spot, and was only a baby. This one is a grey whale.
My heart knows that this is more than “coincidence”.
I can’t help but feel that these emissaries of the deep, are trying to tell us something here.
They are crying out to us, asking us to feel. Asking us to let our tears flow. Asking us to shed the tiers / tears of grief that keep us locked up in these systems of old that are slowly dying.
They are giving us a wake up call.
Showing us, sometimes the tide pulls us exactly where we need to be, if we do not resist it.
I can’t help but feel we are being asked to stop resisting the tides of our own emotions. The tides of our ❤️’s.
Deep within our inner belly of grief sits a storehouse of potentiality.
A framework of possibility that comes alive, like a sacred map, who reveals its next step to you when you wash it clean with sacred tears and alight it with the flame of your souls fire.
We know what to do. It lives in our gut, our heart, our belly. What keeps us from taking action? From taking that next step, leap or jump into the world we wish to live in? The one we envision as a home for future generations, of human child and sacred wild alike?
The Whales show that what keeps us from trusting in this, is something old and invasive that lives in the mind.
They remind us that we all know How to respond to Spirit, when we listen with our Hearts.
We know how to be human.
We know how to be kind.
We know how to love.
We know how to truly live.
They are asking us to Listen.
With Heart and soul.
Not mind.
All of earth sings in our favor, even the whales…
If only we could have the courage to trust in it, fully and completely.
What would our world begin to look like then?
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This share is in honor of the Whales.
