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My
name is Athor and I am what you people would call a dolphin.
In my opinion, though, that name is not chosen very well because
it does not cover my opinion about it. The vibrations that
word radiates do not coincide with the name we ourselves give
to our race. We call ourselves Altea. I do
know, however, of a people with that very name who have the
appearance of humanoids and once roamed the planet earth.
Some also live or used to live elsewhere, but it is us that
are at present the heirs of the Altea-race on the world, which
you call Earth, while we call it Water.
Currently
I live in a shallow bay in a part of the world with a very
nice climate. The sun is out almost always. It conjures magnificent
shades in the upper layers of the sea just below the brink
where the water ends and the air begins. In this beautiful
spot I swim to and fro, flanked by a massive variation of
fish, of which the one is even more fantastic colored than
the other. In all sorts and measures they swim about and because
I also have to survive, some do not very much like me at all
because I use them for food. Peculiarly though, or maybe not,
the extent of their colouring is not proportional to the tastefulness
of a certain species, but I know which ones to sort out!
A
bit further corral reefs can be found and against one of them
rests the wreck of a wooden boat that is slowly decaying.
This is the habitat of a large number of sea animals. From
time to time a few of my nephews, the sharks, come by which
causes great turmoil in the atoll. But apart from the fact
that they have to help themselves to their daily portion of
nourishment, they cause very little harm. Why would they?
Food is aplenty, as far as eye and radar reaches, so why not
take it easy?
Not
very far away the humans built a small jetty that reaches
into the sea. It is here that the fishing craft land to take
ashore their daily catch. The fishermen are friendly people
who also gather food, although the local tuna are not so fond
of them because they are the prey. During the day when the
boats are at sea, the children of the island come and play
at the pier. And sometimes, when I feel like it, I swim underneath
them and thrust against their feet when they let them sway
from above. With a lot of noise they tend to fall into the
water and all of us have a lot of fun.
My
life has not always been as goldfish colored as today. I was
born far-off in an area where the water is much colder than
is the case here, and where the sun shines only seldom. The
first years of my life I spent in the safekeeping of my mother
and father and a number of relatives. We swam up and down
the planet from the northern to the southern summer. If I
am not mistaken, it was not the intention of my parents that
I was born during the cold season, but that was what happened.
At first I had great difficulty to catch up with the herd.
Everyone did the utmost to help me by means of pushing me
up or wedging me in between in order to gather speed, but
it was far from easy, I can tell you. On the other hand, hardship
causes strength and that was something I got to use very well
later.
When
I grew up and I was nearly an adult, I laid my eye on a young
female of a passing flock. Her name was Emerald, a name that
certainly belonged to her. How pretty she was! I was in love
up to my sonar! As soon as I contacted her while think-speaking,
I knew that she was bound to be my companion. She knew it
too, but nevertheless it took me considerable time to persuade
her that I was the one for her. That was something I could
understand, because it would mean that if she would choose
me, she would have to leave her own folks to join ours. Later
on we would form our own group, because that is the way we
Altea are wont to do.
As
I said, I am rather strong, and a mighty demonstration of
that at last persuaded Emerald that I was the one for her.
Thus it happened that she and I entered into the ritual of
marriage. In the united flocks a great celebration was held
that day, because it was not only Emerald and I that had sworn
faith to each other.
Emerald
became pregnant soon, and more than ever I did not leave her
side. I worked myself to the bone to outsmart the finest bites
for her. That was not easy because her hormone maintenance
was playing havoc and she didn't like food much any more.
However, all this did not stand in the way of us being together
as often as possible, and time and again we let ourselves
be kept away from the group to do those things with which
peers were not welcome. Yet we shouldn't have done that in
the first place!
One
miserable day we found ourselves in a shallow bay. At the
entrance suddenly a fishermen's boat appeared that obviously
was aiming at us. We tried, but didn't manage to get away.
One way or the other our sonar became disorganized, and because
of our panicking we did not know where to go.
To
make a very long story short, Emerald was harpooned from the
boat and screaming from pain was hoisted up and hung tail
up in the mast. What was worse, I could not do anything about
it. Yelling and crying she was hanging there, and I was helpless.
My attacks against the boat did not harm them, and the only
thing I could do was think-speak to Emerald and tell her to
keep up, to have courage, and that all would be well in the
end. It was easy for me to say because it wasn't me that was
hanging there, yet at long last I could see her Spirit leaving
my beloved wife.
Then
I got to deal with the greatest shock in my life. Because
of Emerald's fear and frustration the contractions of birth
were provoked, and exactly at the moment that she passed our
daughter was born. From the heights of the mast she fell down
on the deck. From afar I tried to put some heart into my daughter,
but of course she did not stand a chance and by and by I realized
that everything was useless. In that one stroke my whole world
collapsed. For a long time I followed the boat, but it was
of no use. Emerald and our daughter had returned back to Altea
and I was so very alone.
Dazed
I swam in circles for months and finally realized that what
I had experienced possibly would have something to do with
karma. One way or the other I had to clean this mess up. But
how? At long last I found a bit of a resting place in this
shallow bay. Often I had to think back to the terrible event
and it has been a long time since I found some peace within
myself. My hatred against those that had caused this slowly
subsided, and at last I started to find and send forgiveness
towards this homicidal species in general and to the murderers
of my wife and child in particular.
A
human being helped to make this happen. A female settled herself
on the atoll. She was studying our species and wanted no less
than to make contact with me. The fishing people told her
about my whereabouts in the bay and that I always was accessible.
At first I certainly was not in the mood for these approaching
attempts from this female who called herself Emy. A name with
a vibration that comes very close to that of Emerald. By and
by I let go of my hesitation and to my astonishment it became
apparent that she was also able to think-speak, something
I had not previously encountered by one of her kind.
Emy
taught me many things about her species and my own. Eventually
she awakened my trust and it was she who talked with me about
forgiveness, about oneness and about love. Emy taught me that
it would be a good thing for me if I could forgive the people
who had taken away my wife and my child. Otherwise I would
never have ended up in this tranquil bay and would not have
made acquaintance with her. Thus it would not have been possible
to fling the merry children of the Island into the water with
my muzzle!
At
first I had my hesitations about Emy 's approach. I realized
that in former lives such horrible things had also happened,
all of which eventually lead toward the horrible way Emerald
and my daughter lost their lives. I had not even made a beginning
in paying my debts. But then Emy told me to go on. All inhabitants
of the island would always be lovingly and respectful towards
me. It would be good when I was able to switch the button
and make a choice in order to forever make an end to these
endless thoughts. Because of my portion of suffering, my own
enlightenment would reveal that these thoughts would not be
necessary for me any more. Right at the moment when I would
make that choice, the karmic wheel would stop immediately,
she assured me.
Now,
at the end of my life I am thankful that I have learned this.
Not long ago I made my choice and the next day a beautiful
elderly Altea swam into the bay. She is called Annika and
she also has a full life behind her with excellent and less
good moments. Together we talk about life. We play hide and
seek with the children on the jetty and we said goodbye to
Emy, who ended her research. Of course I will never forget
Emerald, but I have been able to forgive and soon it will
be time for me as well as Annika to go back to Source. Then
there we will be swimming alongside Emerald through the waters
of time. Here, living in this paradise I am looking forward
to that day when we will be reunited and where we will speed
together through the Altean paradise.
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