Whale and Orca songs: a Dance with the Blue Heron
Posted by Evelyn Wallace on February 26, 2011 at 4:00pm
2 weeks ago i went out to sing to the whales upon the beach, where i live. I
walked down to the great ocean, all was silent. I looked out to the mountains
and saw that one side was very dark and the other light. this reminded me of the
nature of light and dark, yin and yang, and how they would soon hold a marriage,
and unite. there are so many star being present on earth, the most variety one
place has ever seen! so much variation, so many colors of emotions, and
spectrums of being.
these will all converge.
looking to the ocean
i let out my first large tone. I sang with the breath and song of a whale, the
whale i once was. holding my breath made me let go, and feel the vibrations of
the earth, hear the heart beat of the earth and universe. i started low in my
being, tones so low they shook my core. i soon began to chant syllables and
tones at a higher octave, then a higher octave, until i reached the loudest,
highest and brightest tone i could possible emanate, with great force. pure
white light. i sang to the whales that i missed them, and that i know they had
cried for earth when we forgot. When our paths were full of destruction, passive
to what might happen to all Gaia’s wonderful creatures as a collective. I asked
for forgiveness, and this she granted. I sang love, I sang with everything in my
soul and the love I had for her, and the sun, and the moon, and the mountains
and ocean that lay before me on that night. Large tones, soft ones, ones to each
animal, ones reminiscing of my Lakota Sioux roots.
I sang about how I no
longer wanted to fear, and to replace this entity with the ability to love with
all my being. The tide went out far, and I gathered the courage to walk out to
the shore of the sea, knowing that there where chances of mud puddles I could
get stuck in. I trusted myself. I watched the sand pass my feet, the lines were
entrancing, like the lines to our hands, they grooved every which way. The skin
on Gaia. It was beauty like ive never seen.
As I crossed to the shore, I
sang to the seagulls about how I loved them, even though people rarely showed
affection to them (I could hear them off in the distance). We are all wonderful
creations, no matter what hides we wear or life we pursue. At that moment a
great blue heron appeared in front of me. He flew up to me, in the dark of the
night. This was the first time i had seen him in this new place where i lived.
The Heron had followed me to my new home.
In the summer time I had always
been followed by my great friend, the Heron. What beauty and grace he allowed me
to learn from him, what a wondrous expression of love and generosity.
I
began to sing, to hum, as he looked to me. in the dark, glistening, water, he
began creating beautiful shapes with his body, as he moved steadily along the
water line, asking me to follow next to him, so close to him, one with his
essence. He would occasionally pause to be still and absorb my wonderful
vibrations I was giving to him. Unconditional love.
I sang to him, not to
be afraid, that I loved him and was his friend. The Blue Heron was safe in my
company. I sang to him about many things, about my love for my home and how I
was not afraid anymore. I would let the rivers take me to the ocean, and I would
not resist. surrender my soul to the flow of the universe. I asked him help me
let go of old beliefs that restricted me, the voice that challenged me so very
hard and often.
I walked with him as I sang. I mirrored his movement,
then created my own. Swaying my arms like I once did as a ballet dancer, or a
native shaman, bending low and making bird posses like tai chi, aware of the
life force that flowed through and around me. In my right hand i carried a piece
of pyrite with me, to lift my vibrations. There was no end to my body; the earth
was I, and I was the earth.
He told me about the coming times, when I
would sore great and high above what I had once believed. he said that I would
find the courage within myself, to trust in the universe. With every step I
walked with him, I trusted a little more.
At this point the tide had stop
flowing out and had began to recede back. We followed it back to shore. We had
walked for a little less than a mile, it had seemed, and we had reached a great
pier.
I knew what I had to do, face the dark cold night that my
imagination had been running wild with. I went up to the pier. And stood on its
end. The whales would greet me here soon, a voice said. But first I would be
tested. I got up on the wet slippy wood and began to balance. Little rain drops
surrounded me. On one side, a safe wooden ledge, the other a great fall toward
the cold cold ocean. At first I said no! I cannot do this and stepped down with
fear. I was always afraid of the heights. I heard a voice say you must. I got up
upon the ledge, remembering the balance and flow of life. I inched my way across
the face of the great pier. Fighting with my mind to have hope, to live as
faith. I was safe at last.
At that moment I noticed a little Mongolian
man, checking his crab nets on the pier. At first I was scared. But I walked up
to him and asked him about the crabs. He laid one on the ground, and walked to
the other nets. I sat down next to the large crab. Seeing this feisty creature
squirm, was not pleasant. But I was reminded of the nature of life and death.
The crab was on his back and there was nothing he could do to get up. I sent him
love. He soon had stopped squirming and laid still. He had surrendered. He
taught me this. The man soon came back and picked up the crab, with a great
smile he noticed how calm the crab was, and gave me a smile.
I then left
the pier, and said good night… or good morning?
Walking up a big hill to
my house, I saw a swing set. So closed my eyes and swung and swung until I
laughed and smiled. I was a child. I was a child of the stars and Terra was my
brilliant home. I went home and fell into a dream.
The blue heron bird
was considered to be the incarnation of the sun to the Maya. He is a special
visitor, courteous, and rare to the Maori. In Egypt he is considered to be the
incarnation of Ra.
But the most significance it had for me was his role
as a messenger. Athena sent a heron to Odysseus as a sign that she was watching
them. This was so beautiful to me, because I knew Arcturian Starship Athena was
watching me. My brothers and sisters were watching in loving celebration for my
newfound courage. The strength to find my song.
Blue Heron held such
beautiful messages of feminine force and the grace of life. To trust in each
step I took, to know that no matter what might happen to me, I would go on. I
would rise and sore, like the sun after a dark and cold night.
Free At
Last.
"Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom
ring—when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state
and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's
children—black men and white men, Jews and, Gentiles, Protestants and
Catholics-will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro
spiritual: 'Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at
last!"