dolphin reality

The Dolphin Reality

Dolphins. What magnificent Beings. Which of us by nor has not seen these sleek, agile creatures either swimming freely in the sea, in a delphinarium, or in one of many spectacular films and television documentaries?

A mere 50 years ago, dolphins would have been a fable to the majority of us on the planet. But with the advent of modern communications, the grace and the beauty of these planetary cousins of ours has been turning up in every livingroom and on every screen in the civilized world.

Have you noticed that whenever you see or are shown pictures of these extraordinary creatures there is a certain quickening of the blood? A certain lifting of the spirits? A certain involuntary gasping that such fluid beauty should exist on this curious little planet?

But as for how much we really know about dolphins, the answer there is still--very little.

For a start they’re virtually impossible to study in the wild. they move so fast, they are hard to track. From a scientist’s point of view, they are elusive and extremely difficult to monitor from a boat. As a result of this, we do not have even a very good idea of how many of them there might be on the planet. Considering the fact that Gaia, our Mother Planet, is approximately 7/8 water, it’s not impossible to suppose that there may be many more dolphins than human beings. Which in itself raises a question: After all, if there are that many more of them than there are of us, could it possibly be their planet and not so straightforwardly “ours,” as we might have thought?

But what is all the fuss about, many people ask. Suddenly everybody is talking about dolphins--surely they’re just another large fish--the sea is full of them. What is it, they wonder, that makes the difference between a dolphin and a tuna, for instance?

Obviously the first and most important difference lies in the mammalian nature of the dolphins. This means they’re very similar to us. Scientists believe they may have once been distant kin of ours but they went back into the sea and developed from there.

Now, within the great family of cetacean mammals, the dolphins have yet another remarkable significance and in our very human scientific value system, too. Scientists can show that the ratio which compares an animal’s body size to its brain weight in certain prescribed ways indicates the degree of intelligence we can expect to find in that animal. Naturally enough, we place our species somewhere in the middle of the chart. But when all the plusses are added and the pencils are sucked, it is the dolphins who come out, if anything, somewhat more well-endowed even than we, proud humans and inventors of the very criteria by which we judge prospective intelligence.

In short, all the evidence leads us to believe these creatures are at least as intelligent as we are and quite probably a great deal more.

Another potent factor in the area of conscious intelligence is the length of time a species has formed in the way they are now. The human being has been formed in such a way a little over one million years. Within this framework, a dolphin has been shaped and equipped with essentially the same type of nervous system and brain for well over 30 million years. So that implies that the dolphins--whatever they are doing down there--have been doing it thirty times as long as whatever we’re doing up here.

Continuing from an appreciation of just how complex a dolphin’s brain appears to be, we come to their means of communication. They are able to use no less than four different communication channels, literally four different ways of generating sound at the same time. Best known to us, of course, is their echo-sounding ability.

We call it sonar, after the underwater radar device, and because it works in much the same way. It’s analogous perhaps to clapping your hands in a dark room and getting a rough sense of where the walls are.

Because sound travels further and more clearly in the water than in air, the dolphins are able to perceive a very precise picture of their world by interpreting the echoes they hear returning from their environment. We are now realizing that this very means of communication must inevitably lead to telepathic contact. The dolphins’ sonar is clearly able to discern between the densities of differing metals and we know they can see into the body as if it were an X-ray. They always know when females of the human races are pregnant and consistently give them special attention if they are in the water together.

Glandular changes in the bodies of all mammals reflect variations in emotional and physical well-being. Dolphins, with their 30-million year history and supersensitive acoustical systems, are surely able to gauge their companion’s welfare with an accuracy which we would probably find supernatural.

I know from personal experiences that dolphins and the larger cetaceans--orcas and many of the whales--are indeed telepathic, but perhaps not in a manner we can directly appreciate. Many have now noticed the degree and detail of the telepathic communication and the nearest I can get to describing it is holographic.

It is more like receiving a message in all five senses at the same time. Plus some other of the 28 different senses we are capable, physiologically, of registering. It is almost too much for the frail human nervous system to handle. I’ve known people who’ve been zapped by an orca’s sonar who say every cell in their body rang like a clear bell for minutes afterwards.

And herein, of course, lies the nub of the issue. What is starting to emerge is that these marvelous graceful creatures are not only as intelligent as us, but quite evidently far more complexly intelligent. Intelligence indeed of a totally different sort.

Looking at it from their point of view, the challenge is to simplify their communication systems to a point at which we can accommodate them.

Then, of course, add to the cauldron that our human species might not currently be overly-interested in a lecture on keeping the oceans clear of pollution. Even if we could understand what on earth they were saying!

However where this marvelously-developed communication system is beginning to bear fruit for us is in the growing field of research with autism, and a variety of psycho-physiological problems, which are on the whole little understood by human medicine. There is much quiet research experience which shows that autistic children, when encouraged to spend time in the water with dolphins, will often dissolve into merriment. The dolphins are perfectly wonderful with them, supremely gentle and very caring. Many of these quiet ones have talked for the first time in the presence of dolphins and there hasn’t been a single one who has remained entirely unaffected.

Quite possibly it is the dolphins’ aura that is among those things that affect the kids so profoundly. In Russia, where they take such matters far more seriously, they talk of the aura as the biofield of the dolphin. This is the measurable energy field that projects around the dolphin sometimes for yards in all directions. The Russians also tell us of their work with underwater birthing: where the newborn infant joyously moves from amniotic fluid to the clear warm friendly water of a large bath.

They add that pregnant mothers invariably find the presence of dolphins to be particularly relaxing and supportive. Some mothers even talk of giving birth in ecstasy.

Indeed, there are hints everywhere of a new shared destiny involving dolphins and the human race. Both species are meeting, I suspect, at exactly the most meaningful time for maximum growth of their potentials.

For human, the dolphins offer us another picture of ourselves. A necessary honesty before we all rejoin our galactic brothers and sisters sometime in the not-so-far-off future. As we find ways of opening to the great intelligence and compassionate wisdom of the dolphins, so we will also start to resolve our pressing challenges. From all I know intuitively, and from my many and varied interactions with dolphins, I have become certain that our two races have a closely entwined future.

They quite evidently have many clues and answers to problems particular to a somewhat paranoid and contentious race like ours. Their need for cooperation and mutual interdependence allows them to see and comprehend aspects of our species’ personality which we are far too close to understand, let alone put aside. Our fear, for instance: we are inundated by it. Any look at life on this planet for certainly the knowable past has to turn up an immense quotient of fear.

In contrast, the dolphins really know no fear. They have no predators and are adequately able to take care of themselves. They can, for instance, butt a shark to death with their powerful beak; knowing, of course, precisely where to strike in the shark’s vulnerable, gristly body with their precision sonar. Perhaps it is as a result of this that allows the dolphins to know so little of fear. What a lesson this could be for us, if we could fully take it in. A fearless existence. What a learning it would be!

Human beings appear to have always known about dolphins.

But as we have seen, interaction with them has been generally restricted to seagoing peoples and those who live on the quiet, warm beaches of the world. They’ve always been known as friendly to man; many are the stories of dolphins rescuing stranded men or women, guiding or pushing them ashore.

Those of the south seas in all probability have a far more intimate relationship with the dolphins than most of the cultures of the northern hemisphere.

The Maoris of New Zealand have a long history of close relationship--and most probably the dolphins led them from Polynesia to New Zealand in the first place. In the Maori afterlife, for instance, after the soul of the newly dead has left its body, it travels to the northernmost tip of the North Island and, following the contours of the Bay of Spirits, gathers at a certain tree which clings to a cliff high over the bay. Then in the company of others of its kind, the soul dives down into the water to turn into a dolphin.

There follows an ecstatic flowing easy swim up to the Islands of the Three Kings where the dead soul, once again, takes the body of a human to complete any unfinished business on the earth plane.

In the Caribbean Islands, among the beach dwellers, the Rastafarians have very close relationships with their cousins in the sea. The anecdotal story which represents the very best in this human/dolphin interchange, is that of the old rasta man, a prophet, who lived alone on a beach in Jamaica. “An’ every mornin’, he get up an’ go for a swim and he swim straight out to sea, mon, just as far as he is able, until his arms and his legs can carry him no longer, until he can’t swim no more, mon, only den. Den he turn back. You work it out, mon.” And work it out I did. I tried it. It works. The dolphins escorted me back too.

Through the last decade, a whole new upsurge of interest in dolphins and the great whales is starting to make itself felt throughout the world. Here, I am not speaking about scientific research, which as I have already said, tends to be difficult to practice, but a much gentler and more humane interaction between two species. Innumerable have become the stories of individual people who have befriended dolphins or been befriended by them.

Right now, there is a magnificent dolphin who has made herself known just off the Irish coast. Off Dingle, in Kerry, on the west coast of Ireland. People go out to swim with her, to play and make gentle contact.

She is always there; has been there now for a year or so. She absolutely loves people and we are told she plays vigorously with divers. There’s another who lives in a quiet cove in Brittany, in northern France. Called Jean-Louis, he has become guardian of La Baie des Trespasses. Odd that! The Bay in which people dare to trespass.

And, in a sense, swimming with the dolphins is trespassing because the first thing you feel is how profoundly the water is their element and not yours. And this I assure you, however good a swimmer you are. They are so utterly self-contained and perfectly adapted to the water. They are also quite feisty creatures once you get to know them a bit. I’m talking here of dolphins who spend their time in the care of humans, not wild dolphins.

These dolphins could be called envoys, the leading edge of the dolphin community, in all probability chosen by them to experiment on our species, unbeknownst to us.

They will push your fear buttons, quite naturally too, so that the fear can rise to the surface of consciousness and be released. In doing so I believe the dolphins are actively involved in helping us consciously let go of some of the fear we walk around with. Research suggests that this fear is locked onto us on a cellular level and that it is this that makes any move toward a more balanced planet so difficult.

Could it be that the dolphins with their strong sense of species identity and their no-nonsense courage are, among other things, here to clear our systems, our very biology, of all those stored-up fear-trapped thoughtforms? Might they, with their incredibly powerful and accurate sonic devices be quite capable of producing resonant fields well able to dissolve the worst biophysical blockage?

After swimming some time with a pod of dolphins off the west coast of Florida, I, for one, became convinced that they’d performed what I called at the time, a sonic operation, on my body. I believe they cured me of a small cancerous growth by zapping me very precisely with two crossed beams of very tightly concentrated ultra high frequency sound. The next day I even had a discharge which personally corroborated this for me.

When I started my own journey of exploration with these magnificent beings I laid out for myself five questions which, if the dolphins could allow me to see the answers, would go a long way towards explaining what they’d been doing down there these last 30 million years. And quite possible too, help us discover some essential clues for our own survival.

The questions were: 1) How do dolphins deal with violence and predation?, 2) How did a society like the dolphins, if indeed they are intelligent, deal with disease without any apparent technology?, 3) How does such a society sustain a sense of continuity without apparent books or record-keeping technology?, 4) How do dolphins balance their populations?, 5) Of great personal interest: have the dolphins have any information about, or contact with, the flying objects consistently reported coming and going from our oceans?

I’m happy to report over the last seven years’ research that all five questions have been answered to my satisfaction.

I have been shown by the dolphins that they are indeed here at a key time for every individual human being who desires to make closer contact with them. There are now a number of places in the world, especially in the Florida Keys, in which it is possible to have the direct experience of being in the water with dolphins. It is not to be missed. Not only does their presence teach us so much about ourselves but it also starts to slow us down. It allows us to move more easily into the long, slow rhythms of the brain, that scientists call theta. It is the rhythm of daydreaming and lucid reverie; it is a state of great creativity and one in which whole new levels of reality can open up to us.

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Quiet yourself inside. make yourself as comfortable as you can and come with me to a quiet lagoon on a small deserted island in a warm tropical sea.

Feel yourself floating easily below the surface of the water.

It is warm and harmonious and we find we can breathe with no difficulty underwater. We move slowly, drifting with the tide until we see there before us a pod of half a dozen of these magnificent languid creatures.

They swim slowly, lazily, but at the same time massively powerful, confident beings, around a single female dolphin. Two females detach themselves from the slowly circulating chain and attend the expectant mother.

Already a small tail is wriggling out from under her rippling underbelly. The midwives are ready.

With their bodies they catch and hold the newly born between them, then, rising to the surface, they guide the young one to its first conscious breath. The most natural thing in the world. The birth of a new being.

And, by our standards, a miraculously gentle birth, too.

Within minutes, the little dolphin is swimming easily and freely, nuzzling her mother’s side for the teat in its long, silky sheath.

The small group moves out of the lagoon with the tide, the tiny new dolphin now swimming with vigor and confidence. She finds herself born into a sea of sound and restless movement.

She feels the vibrations, carried by the water, moving through her little frame. Dormant nerve cells come alive, memories and images pop, fully formed into her consciousness. She knows herself as part of the great dolphin group soul. She rejoins her consciousness with this Oneness, knowing in those moments all-that-is-ever-known, the entire history of this aquatic species is held in a standing wave, an acoustic hologram that allows every dolphin that has ever been the most intimate access to every other dolphin. There are no secrets. All is known because all is experienced--simultaneously.

In this race there is no real childhood, just the learning of muscles and the joy of physical growth. All-that-is-ever-known is known by all. But each individual dolphin also lives within this stupendous hologram, moving it along moment by moment, pulse by pulse. A reality created quite literally by the dolphins in which we humans surely exist only as bit-part players.

The little female grows and dreams, and moves slowly and easily through days of ease and plenty. Food is ever-plentiful. She becomes more skilled with practice, at using her multidimensional communication systems. She starts to be able to read the ocean. The delicate scents of mineral traces in the water constantly present her with a never-ending display of who and what is out there way beyond the effective range of her echo-sounding. She also finds, as she sweeps the bottom of the seas with sound, certain shells and small sea creatures light up in the most delicious manner. She tightens her beam and focuses in on a sea urchin, for instance, and finds a whole history encoded within its living protoplasm.

She learns through delightful experience that other dolphins have long been beautifying their underwater paradise by slowly growing shells of certain sea creatures with sonic holograms. She moves through these gardens of knowledge as we might move through a field of wildflowers, bursting into rapid bloom as her supersensitive intelligence picks up every note of every melody.

Life for our female dolphin is perhaps more like a great song. A great concerto of meaning, in which each dolphin has his or her own unique destiny within the glory of the dolphin oversoul.

There is very little difference between what is inside our little dolphin, and what lies outside her. To her, she is like a point of consciousness floating in a sea of sounds, of echoes and forms. When she reaches out to another dolphin in help or support she is reaching out to herself. She feels another’s emotions much as she feels her own. Another’s pain and joy are simultaneously felt by all through the giant web of infrasound. Not a nuance is lost as it reverberates still in the hologram.

And because of this sensitivity and the peculiarly conductive qualities of large bodies of water, dolphins are also privy to all those signals that flow into our planet’s electromagnetic envelope from the sun and other close solar and planetary bodies. Our little female dolphin receives a continual flow of information that pours down to her from the galactic core, downstepped through the constellations and finally whirling out from the sun itself.

She is constantly and continually in touch with all manner of wave forms. She sails free of gravity and yet what secrets she could tell us of all the scents and colors and melodies carried by those great, long, slow gravity waves, waves that sweep out from the galactic core carrying information of a kind greatly valued by advanced societies. Our little dolphin will know all about that. Her growing is her mastering of her ability to comprehend the enormous amount of data that is continuously pouring in.

In this she is always helped by the Watchers, the wise old dolphins who have mastered the Web, the great sonic hologram in which we all live.

The pods grow, and change and mix as they follow the tides, the currents, the fish--the composition of the pods is always appropriate to their needs. Our female dolphin herself has a young one and pods with an entirely new group, getting to know the new scents and sounds of other seas and other rhythms.

Sometimes great convocations will draw millions of dolphins together to swirl and play and commune within the joy of the massive biofield produced by so many, so close together. For days on end they lie there, completely passive, in what we call deep trance, their body rhythms quiet and slow while Sirius A and Sirius B, mysterious Digitaria, the Black Dwarf and the Pale Fox, endlessly circle each other in the deep southern sky.

Then the great day arrives. Our female dolphin learns to fly. She has mastered the Web; experienced all the feelings and thoughts that hang as potentials in the glistening hologram.

The Watchers lead her into new regions. She learns, with her consciousness, to fly into the inner realms of the collective imagination. She visits those planets and constellations that she has seen on the Web; Arcturus, the Pleiades, Ursa Major, the Sirius cluster, Orion, Antares, and the great galaxy of Andromeda. Now she can fly there, as easily as she can swim. She can meet and meld with beings from a thousand races who travel the highways and byways of inner space. She finds herself part of an immense and wonderful multiverse; thronging with vitality and interest, populated beyond her wildest dreams, multiple levels of reality, each with its own learning and its own transformative experience.

The Watchers take her out of her body to Phinsouse, in the heart of the Andromeda galaxy; to the great architectural sphere that has been designated center of space activity for this area of the galaxy. There she is shown that every inhabited planet has its own chamber, part meeting place, part museum, part vivarium, a constantly changing, transforming biomontage representing the state of life on home planet.

She sees what in many ways she is unable to fully appreciate from the Web; that the secondary species, “the split-fin,” have over the recent few hundred cycles allowed appropriate stewardship of the biosphere to disintegrate into a sorry state of affairs.

With the Watchers, she exults inwardly; seeing this, and yet presciently knowing that such challenges can easily be met with the full cooperation of the two species. Knowing this, she rejoices.

She is overjoyed at the shared destiny of the two species as it becomes unveiled for her. She opens to the wonder of her assignments ahead. She knows suddenly, amazingly, of what lies in front of her, as our beautiful little blue-green planet, seemingly so far from the main star routes, floats wondrously, irrevocably, into its own Great Transformation. For it is our Planet itself, our sweet Mother Gaia, who has come of age. It is SHE who is about to become, once again, reunited with her cosmic brothers and sisters. Our female dolphin sees all this and exults.

She knows and sees the destinies of all, as the two great species once again rejoin and rejoice in having found one another. Cosmic cousins in this great unfolding galactic drama.


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© 1987 Timothy Wyllie


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