My First Mystical Encounter with Whales - Day 1
The first of three days of a spiritual experience. At least nine whales came close to the beach to get my attention. They are my old friends and are attempting to come together as a soul family. Lisa helped me get their messages across with her amazing clairaudient ability. Recordings are included.
I wouldn't describe myself as a typical animal or people lover. I leave them alone, and they leave me alone. Usually. I do, however, occasionally make an exception and form a bond. Just like I did with this bitch. I had to leave her, though, and that hurt a little. She made it easy for me and didn't complain, asking why I had to go and looking for closure. I still go see her occasionally, take her out, and clean up her shit. She is happy about it, and so am I. I miss her.
The seed is planted
Lisa and I were having a casual conversation while lying in bed three days prior to our first encounter. She received a message through her clairaudient ability that I could communicate with aquatic life. I responded with, "Maybe we should go to the Vancouver Aquarium and see how I do." That was the best next step my logical left brain could think of at the time. Since I moved from Europe to British Columbia, Canada, I still don't realize how close I live to the Pacific Ocean. After 5 minutes, we had both forgotten about the message and dismissed its significance.
Merry on the ferry
We traveled to Vancouver Island to visit Lisa's mother on October 13, 2022. The ferry ride from the mainland to the island took two hours. This was my fourth trip, and I had a strong desire to spend some time on the sun deck for the first time. From the inside, it appeared to be very nice outside. I noticed how windy it was as soon as I stepped outside. My plans to watch the ocean were ruined, so I quickly started looking for some kind of shelter. Within a minute, I heard a joyful scream, of course from a female. I looked up and to my right to see what was going on. She was pointing to something in the ocean with childlike delight. When I looked up, I saw two orcas breaching the surface.
People gathered near the fence. Despite the fact that I was still staring at the ocean, I made the cynical decision to stay behind. What's the big deal, I reasoned, they look just like they do on TV. Willy is free. I kept looking for the windbreak. I couldn't find anything worth staying for, so I went back inside.
The bench was calling us
In the late afternoon, Lisa, her mom, and I decided that we should go to the beach. The ocean is close by, and there is a nice bench where you can sit and take in the view. We chose the one on the right.
There was almost no daylight left; it was getting darker. We were talking while watching a bright light in the sky, wondering what it was. A star, perhaps? A UFO? Or should I say UAP to avoid offending anyone? These days, you never know who will hold you responsible for their tears. According to a local man walking his dog, it was Jupiter. We didn't object because we didn't have any idea or care. Additionally, he mentioned that whales had been seen earlier today.
The next topic was "truthers" and all the different beliefs that people who believe in "conspiracy theories" have. Even though the "sleepers" are their common pain in the ass, they argue and make fun of each others ideas. As a fellow "conspiracy theorist," I have to say that it's easy to join in and hard to stay stoic about it.
Then, out of the blue, we hear a loud sound. It sounded like a big stack of steel had hit the concrete. The sound was close, and it came from the darkness of the ocean. "What the hell was that?" I thought. There are no roads in the middle of the ocean, and the mainland is too far away to hear that. After a few minutes of confusion and wondering, I quickly forgot about it. We carried on with our conversations.
Blow, blow! Who is there?
Then comes the second sound. It sounded like a blow from a whale's blowhole. We kept listening intently for more, knowing that a whale was swimming nearby. Then Lisa says, "Mitch, they are here for you!" My brain tried to figure out what that meant, and it went back and forth between denial and amazement. She continues, "They're picking up on your energy. They came to make the first contact. Bluey (about whom I will write another time) was too much for you." She continues by saying that they are the guardians and keepers of truth. They are very old—millions of years old. They've been here since the beginning of the Earth. They know all the secrets about what really happened and is happening on Earth. "But why did they choose me?" I asked. "You can see beyond the whale," she replied.
That made me let my guard down. Clever jokes always have that effect on me. I'm getting more and more interested and amazed, but my left-brain logical doubts keep getting in the way. "We are as close as we can be right now," said one of the messages. She says that at least three of them are there and putting on a show, so I don't just brush off strange events like I usually do. My social conditioning and atheistic, rational friends have both taught me well.
My feelings were starting to surface. I kept insisting that I didn't know why they chose me, but I always believed that my interest in the truth should give me access to some unique experiences. I just couldn't imagine what they would be. I broke down and cried at one point. It was a humbling experience, and it had been a while since my last mystical moment. I also cried because they thought I was good enough to pick me. They didn't pick a marine biologist with a lifelong love of whales or a member of Greenpeace. No, they chose a grumpy, average computer programmer who hated his 3D job and thought he'd lost touch with the supernatural in his early teens.
I sobbed for about a minute or two. Then I stopped it and tried to tune in again. We could hear them making different sounds—breathing out, splashing, and jumping out of the water. It was a freaking show! I tuned in and got the feeling that there was a younger one coming very close to the beach. Lisa agreed. They suggested that I go to the beach on the mainland more frequently to connect with them. I asked again, "Why?" They asked me to come in the name of the truth. I thought, "Yep, I can do that."
Getting closer to my new old friends
I decided to go greet them and walked closer to the ocean. I felt weird saying hello to the whales. But then again, I feel awkward when I say hello to people too. I was walking on the sand, stepping over washed-up tree trunks, trying to get closer to the water and the source of the sounds. They were about 50 meters apart in three different locations. I remembered to launch my voice recording app. Making a video would be pointless because it was dark. I tried to tune in. After one of the breathing-out sounds, I even said "Hi" awkwardly. My mind was constantly switching between amazement and rational disbelief, as if this was just a coincidence and they were feeding or something. If it were someone else, I would insist that there are no coincidences, making an arrogant exception for myself.
I was listening intently for them when I heard Lisa call, saying she had something very important to tell me. I didn't want to leave just yet, but it was also cold, so I walked back to the bench to hear what else she had to say. She told me that there were three groups of whales, not just three whales, and that there were at least nine whales. I told her I didn't know what to do with that information, and she told me not to brush it off like I always do. I humbly agreed.
We decided to go home after that. It was very cold. While we were walking back and talking about what happened, she told me that she ran to the beach after me because she had a vision of a spaceship beaming me up onto the ship. She got scared and thought, "No, you're not going to take him." Cute, right?
It was a mystical experience. A lot of it went right over my head. This was my first night there, and I was staying for three days. I was looking forward to the next day and wondering if they would return. Lisa said not to be disappointed if they don't. Even though I agreed, I secretly hoped they'd come back.
And they did!