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Do not run away. I have come a great distance to be with you. I have but a brief time. Hear

me and speak for me. Set aside your shame at not being present in the dream...

There is a deep and painful aching in the oceans, an amniotic screeching within the watery

womb of the planet. It must be heard and released... You are one who has been tuned to

bear this awful birth, a birth of such agonizing pain and unknown consequence.

At this point in the meditation I broke down, weeping. With more to share, the whale waited

for me to regain my calm.

We are not asking to be saved. That time is past. We know our immediate future and

have accepted it. We present ourselves to you in a pledge, an invitation to work with you in

creating a new way, one where our minds and hearts are in complete harmony and

communion with you, with humanity.

You need us and we need you. The first step is simple: Be with us. Be present. Open and

listen — beyond the grief, beyond the shame. Receive us as kin, with information you can

attain from no other. Linger with us, for our speech works in your cells in ways of which you

have only the glimmer of remembrance. Do not dismiss what you feel in these rarefied

encounters for it is the beginning of a new language between us. We need your hearts and

brains; you need our ways of knowing. What has been divided – human from animal –

must be re-membered. There is little time for this work.

I was stunned by the statement that, from the whale’s perspective, we have passed a tipping

point where all our best attempts to ‘save’ them is no longer possible. Loss of hope always

feels devastating, yet I also heard the whale’s urgent call — to remember our ancient,

reciprocal kinship through a new language, apart from the drama of extinction. When we are

caught up in high-intensity drama it is easy to panic, become ungrounded, go into over-drive or

simply go numb. But when we respond in these ways, we become deaf to the loving wisdom

constantly available to us within the natural world. Trusting the wisdom needed for this ‘new

language’ would rise from the deep river between our souls, I kept listening through my

broken-open heart for ways we might access our ancestral kinship. Instinctively, I knew I must

begin by trusting my own animal body.