swaying on graphene pontoons
bob on ebbing nodding tides.
Grey, It had been raining constantly for the 4 years since they built the flotillas.
Built after the great flood
Built after the global war.
Colossal Mountain ranges were now at sea level.
Massive holes had been punched
in the ozone layer and raw radiation seeped in through the atmosphere.
Critically any hyper exposure to the now searing sun could and often did prove fatal.
The world was searing hot with water everywhere.
An incredible increased level of technology
Has now enabled man an ability to make a conscious connection with the Whales of the Seas.
Shamefully the Whales showed humanity what it had done to the planet and highlighted the error of its ways. The Whales had brought forth the connection of the human soul.
They had awoken again the long-lost ability to make spiritual connections.
Hundreds of generations of lost unfulfilled souls now had missed lifetimes of revelatory catching up to do.
By re energising exercises on the pineal gland The Whales became the shaman to human spiritual enlightenment. New age prophets ushering in the golden age of duality.
Many followers began worshipping the Whales.
Hundreds of buzzing hover taxis ferried the herds
of Devotees from flotillas to the hypersonic hydrofoils waiting to jet the off for their aqua sonic inter continental pilgrimages to the Whale bed temples.
A global Aqua police force were formed to keep law and order in this New World of Water.
Hydrogen had become the fuel of choice which was in abundance and extracted from the water in extraction plants. Huge blue oxygen bubbles, a by-product of the chemical process were released constantly into the atmosphere like huge hot air balloons floating up in the blue horizons.
Blue sea, blue sky, blue planet.
Abe had been lucky to only witness the last year of the war. He had worked in munitions until the melting of the poles brought about the great flood and an abrupt end to the war. In biblical proportions countries were flooded and drowned. Eighty percent of the world now lay under water. Humans fled to the mountains but they became impossibly crowded. That’s when the global corporations joined and formed the Aqua Alliance and started building their floating cities.
War had brought about much change. Connection with the Whales brought about duality between form and spirit.
Body and Soul..at One.. whole..
The new mantra for the new age.
It became the obsession…to find yourself.
Firstly there were only a few who perfected astral travel. Out of body experience where a person was able to reconnect with the ultimate consciousness. At first only painfully committed meditation could achieve the desired state.
Gurus came back with tales of wonder and an insight into the fabulous potential of connection.
They were examined in laboratory conditions, alpha brain waves monitored and they could be seen spiking off the monitoring chart.
Tests revealed that in the catatonic state the levels of the hormone DMT in the travellers blood were seen to be through the roof. Scientists quickly worked out the heightened state could be achieved by administering the drug DMT. The problem was this. The amount of DMT required, if administered directly into the blood stream caused aneurysms and heart attacks.
Swallowed, it caused nausea and vomiting but worked much better. Then the breakthrough …if it was mixed with a specific, organic substance, one that was biodegradable and kind to the human gut it worked fantastically . That substance was ambergris – whale vomit – the Holy Grail. Ambergris is solid, waxy, flammable substance of a dull grey or blackish colour produced in the digestive system of sperm whales. It was often found with squid beaks in it, hinting that it was used as a lubricator to aid the Whales digestion.
Mixing DMT with ambergris formed the perfect pellet They seemed to perfectly compliment each other. A marriage literally born in the waves of heaven.
Astral projection now became available to the masses.
Enlightenment brought again as a by-product of the interaction with the Whales.
Abe had been in awe of the Whales since the revelation at the end of the war. He had heard of the pilgrimages to the Whales beds and the connections, and the stories of wonder and the sessions of pure love. He had studied them. He had saved up his global currency credits (GCC’s) with a view to making the pilgrimage to the Whale beds and to enlightenment.
The day of his trip had arrived.
Abe at twenty-eight was one of the lucky ones. Many generations of his age group had either been killed or maimed in the global war. He had worked in the graphene factory since the end of the war and lived frugally. He had a modest apartment on the 121st floor of a flotilla apartment. He particularly enjoyed reading books, particularly the classics. He was currently reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley and found it eerily close to the modern truth. Indeed an epsilon he, longed to join the pilgrimage to the Temples of the Whales on the Southern tip of the Americas, which was now Uruguay as Argentina was drowned.
Today was the day….four years saving…it had finally arrived.
He put on a baseball cap as his thinning mousey brown hair was no match for the searing sun.
Nervously he climbed aboard the water taxi, which ferried him to the floating quayside where the Hydrofoil was moored.
He was nervous, excited, anxious and apprehensive all in one go. Four seasons in one day he thought. He had booked two weeks off from work and couldn’t wait to escape.
The water taxi silently moved through the choppy water with two others on board. The unforgiving sun shone cruelly in the balmy salty atmosphere.
The air was charged with expectations.
The taxi pulled up and moored at the quayside.
The three travellers disembarked and headed to the Ocean Control office to check in. Papers in order the shuffled along to the departure lounge. There were three armed Aqua police officers standing guard but the atmosphere was one of excited expectations. The was the familiar babble of crowds and the buzz of excited conversation filled the departure lounge. All the pilgrims were dressed in the blue garb of ocean worship, Abe included. Most of the pilgrims were older wanting the absolution of connection before passing across. Abe, on the other hand felt he was answering a calling.
All boarded and settled into their travel pods the hydrofoil’s hydrogen engines whistled into life. Abe felt the ship raising up above the waves as the hum of the electromagnets droned into life. He set the Pod clock to 15 hrs and a little pill popped out of the dispensing draw at the bottom. Pill popped he drifted off to sleep.
He began to dream…
Creeping… Fever ….Virus…Hot …Salt…. Sweat
Eyes Burning…Head Bursting
Blue..So So Much..Blue..
Waves of Nausea
Waves of Water
Over Abe’s Minds Eye
Din of Delirium
Piercing Painful Prophetic Crys
Haunting Squeals of a Whale
Leviathan of Dynamic Proportions
Appears to Abe
Shivering in his Altered State
He is afraid of Him
He know’s He is the Truth
Wants to look away
Abe knows he is to blame….
Cold Cold Ocean
Greys and Blues and Blacks
And back to Greys
Clicks and howwwwwwwwls
Squeeeeeeeeeks and waiiiiils
He is to blame…
As Clear as day
Images blue burst to life
Resonating in Abe’s Minds Eye
Every Shade of the Bluest of Blue
Every Shade of Sadness
Every Feeling that Blue Can Bring
Shamefully Abe is to blame
Sweet Shoals of Plankton
Cracks in the Crust of Ocean Floor
Man Playing for Power
Man Playing God
God blames Man
In Biblical Proportions
Abe is to blame
Fetid Fukishima Fish Floating as Flotsam
Deep Dark Dead Seas
Deep Dark Depths of Despair
He wants to wake
Hypnotically the Whale Holds Him tranced
Holds The Vista
So much PAIN
He wants to wake
He knows he is firmly to blame
Shows Him All
Shows Abe Despair
So Saline from a Million Crying Tears
Family’s of Whales
Swimming Suicidally Hard
Onto Bone Yard Beaches
Young Calves Carcasses
Out for Cackling Cawing Carrion
Abe cries out….
“I want to wake
I’m So So Sorry
Let Me WAKE”
Finally Feverishly Fever
Whale Wails Pitifully
Blinks a Tearful Gaze
Nods his Huge Head
Into the Blue Blue Yonder
Hope Swims with Him
With a fearful dread
He carries the blame
The hydrofoil’s hydrogen engine came to a whining stop and in his semi awakened state he felt the ship slowing down, coming to its destination. He felt very vulnerable after his nightmare and apprehensive about the visit to come, when he would go face to face with the real Whales…ones that could read his fragile mind.
As he shuffled down off the hydrofoil down the metallic gangway a booming message came over the tannoy…
“Please respect this Holy place…
could you please maintain a silence on the monorail journey to your hotel”
As he left the metal scanner and the heavily armed Aqua police he wondered to himself why in such a holy place there was the need for guards?Then he remembered he was human, and what humans had already done and what they are capable of.
A big red neon sign flashed
With a heavy sigh he boarded the monorail. The monorail took a vertical right angle to the harbour area and climbed steeply upwards at a slow steady pace. As it climbed higher and higher up the grassy cliff face Abe felt his ears pop. Rain trickled back down the window at wavering forty-five degree angles in opposite direction to the cars journey. A nagging seed of doubt came to Abe…he put the nausea down to the travel pill and being tired. He felt…..sad?
As the monorail levelled at the cliff top it seemed to then defy gravity and the track, actually suspended in the air, went out across the bay.
The view was breathtaking.
Although commercialised, the bay below was stunning. Pods of humpback whales frolicked in the especially dug out cove. About five miles in circumference, dug out of the shale bedrock, it was was a deep chlorine green coloured harbour. There were especially manufactured groins stretching out to sea which were strategically interspersed by small lighthouses with huge whale docking ports underneath them.
Abe immediately knew in his heart he was indeed at the right place.
The monorail came back over the other side of the grassy cliff again and headed downwards to his impressive looking futuristic hotel.
Abe checked in, picked up his bags from the carousel and headed for his room. Tomorrow would be the best day of his life but tonight he was too tired to even contemplate it. Getting into his room without unpacking, he literally crawled into the bed and drifted off into a deep deep uninterrupted sleep.
He woke, early, excited, nervous, anxious. Went to breakfast, still no words spoken.
He Ate his dry toast heartily but there wasn’t butter as there was a “strictly no dairy” sign as this interfered with the ambergris and DMT ingestion.
Meeting at reception with all the others, he was handed a booklet. Still no words. He was also given a prism quartz key, with docking bay 7.
That was to be his pod…destiny had spoken.
Another monorail from the hotel to the quayside and then on to the travellator out along the groine to pod lighthouse 7. The rest of the travellers had gleeful looks on their faces but still, no words were spoken.
He entered the lighthouse and was instructed in sign language to sit in the waiting area and read the instructions.
He sat, and waited, and waited. One hour passed. He began to feel nervous again. Anxious. He wondered had they forgotten him. Should he go and find someone. He decided to wait and just enjoy the peace and quiet it afforded him. As soon as he relaxed the door opened and a small bald man entered the room. It said Roy on his badge.
In hushed tones he introduced himself.
Hello Abe… I am Roy…I am your valet…welcome to Cathedral Bay… I will be assisting your connection to the Whales and subsequent journey to consciousness, should the Whales deem you worthy”
The balding boffin led the way down a series of metal steps which looked like a Bond villains lair. He placed a metal scull cap onto Abe’s head and led him to sit on what looked like a lifeguards chair. The chair was on hydraulics and began moving out over the water. Abe was now, strapped in and in a horizontal position laying down facing the water. The next thing a huge bell chimed across the whole of the bay and the glass doors of all the lighthouses opened.
In swam the leviathan. He was enormous. Barely fitting in the hanger. He swam straight over to Abe. Abe was scared…staring straight into his huge Whale eye.
His leathery grey skin was gnarly wrinkled and encrusted with barnacles.
Whale let out a guttural growl.
All of a sudden….Abe understood.
The transponder on his head translated….he was communicating with a Whale….
Why You Here!!…boomed the question?
Abe was so so scared…
For answers…said Abe…
The Whale let out a piercing sqeeeeeak…
Answers” You already have…was the translation.
Battle begins within….
Battle only you can win….
A loud wailing sigh…
Whale blinks his huge eye at Abe and swims off….
Leaving a bemused Abe in his foamy wake.
It was over….so so quickly.
Abe was slowly dragged back to the vertical and back to the walkway by hissing pneumatics.
Roy unstrapped him….
Well how was it….? Asked Roy.
Exhilarating and Terrifying….he said now laughing hysterically.
Well said Roy, that was the boring part…. smiling …
Now for the real fun…
Roy led Abe up the stairs to a laboratory room.
Still wearing the transponder he lay Abe onto what looked like a psychiatrists couch.
Please take this, said Roy and handed him a pill the size of a lozenge, with a cup of water to wash it down.
Abe took the DMT….
Lie back, relax, close your eyes and count back from 10 to 1 …… Relax and enjoy….Roy’s voice faded in the distance
Abe felt reality……melt.
Falling Away to weightlessness
Abe was floating
In the air…
In the ocean
Surrounded by Whales
Sea gave way to sky
Skies of the purest blue
Hues of blue
Dark to light
To pale watercolour blue
Blue blush to creamy white
White to brilliant white
To dazzling light
Down a tunnel of brilliant light
A screaming cacophony of sonic air-filled his ears
Spinning Super hypersonic speeds
Huge Bee like insects
Like fighter jet planes
Accompanying him into their air space
White white white
bursts into kaleidoscopic colour
over the hive
All eyes turn skyward
Abe feels the colony welcoming him
Pure un bounding love
Deeper into the hive
Deeper and deeper
Deeper into the Love
His spiritual body
Starts to unravel
Organs down to cells down to atoms
Down to a single helix of DNA
In front of the Queen
In complete connection
To Her Divine consciousness
She splices his DNA
Removing two chromosomes
She manoeuvres around him
So that her stinger
Is hovering above him
In his altered state
Abe feels no fear
Abe feels no pain
Only pure love
She moves her ovipositor into position
She lays two new strands of chromosomes
Into the missing space
The Queen nods
Abe nods in gratitude
Abe feels altered
And at a million miles an hour
Outside of Space and Time
The journey is reversed
He wakes with a jolt
Back in the laboratory
He immediately wants to go back
Far out in the bay he hears the faint squeeeeek and squeal of the Whale
Transponder still on his head translates
Undo the Hurt
Half in this world
Half connected he sees the face of Jim Morrison
Hovering above his bed
“When the music’s over…”
The lyrics swimming in his fuzzy head
“Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection”
I want to hear…..the scream of the butterfly..
Morrison now towering as the Lizard King
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it…
We want the world and we want it…
Abe shivering and sweating sat bolt upright….
Roy handed him a bucket and he was violently sick…
He had now seen pure love, witnessed the violent war of the last four years and still he sees the greed of man still destroying the Earth.
Abe felt ashamed. The words of the Whale still ringing
Undo the hurt.
Ears still ringing and the transponder still firmly fixed Abe felt giddy. He tried to rise up from the bed but Roy his valet shouted…
“ Hey slow down Sir….not so fast….you’ve not come back around properly yet”
Abe lay back on the bed.
He sensed something was wrong…..very wrong.
He saw a look of panic in Roy’s eyes….darting to the door and darting back to Abe.
Immediately, in an instant, Abe saw the needle in Roy’s hand. He looked up and saw the bright red warning light flashing silently. The transponder on his head detected a loud Whale shriek far from the bay below…
Immediately Abe found his fingers grasping the quartz prism key from his pocket, firmly in his fist. He brought it speeding up in a wide powerful arc, just as Roy bent over him to administer more drugs. He struck him on the temple with a sickening blow. Felled, Roy tried to stand, but his legs had completely buckled. Falling again, he lost consciousness, in a pool of expanding blood.
Abe, head still spinning, got to his feet and headed to the door. The door flung open and in ran two guards.
Abe was prepared.With an open palm strike he felled the first guard with a chop to the throat. The speed of the strike coupled with the guards momentum shattered the guard’s trachea and he dropped instantly to the floor gasping for breath and clutching his throat. The second guard was swiftly upon him and began to raise his weapon to take aim at Abe.
Abe instinctively grabbed the barrel of the gun and snapped a kick out hard into the guards groin. He let out a guttural groan and folded in half, releasing his grip on the gun. With the guards head now at his waist height Abe brought down the butt of the rifle onto the nape of the guards neck, with a bone cracking crunch. The guard fell to the floor, twitching in convulsing spasms. Abe cast a glance back at the flashing screen on the monitor, the words, genetically modified were flashing in red, on the cursor screen.
Abe knew, if he stayed, he was a dead man.
His throat, dry as a bone, felt constricted with panic.
He removed the transponder from his throbbing head, throwing it down to the floor.
He began to run towards the door of the lighthouse. Outside on the metal walkway, he blended in with the ecstatic crowds making their way back from their own whale experiences.
He knew he couldn’t go back to his hotel room, for the aqua police would be waiting for him.
He scanned the bay, looking for possible escape routes.
He wondered why had he triggered the alarms? Why they felt he was a threat? What the fuck was he going to do now? Why him?
The words of the Whale echoed in his mind
“Battle begins within….
Battle only you can win….”
It seemed to bolster his mettle. He gathered his thoughts together with a steely purpose.
He would, he decided, go down fighting.
The whispering words of the whale were there in the back of his altered mind….
Undo the hurt.
He set off, up the cliff side, towards the shaman village a mile or two inland from the cove. Hopefully, there he might at last find some answers.
He knew he would have to travel fast. Soon the drones would be up looking for him. He had to get answers.
On his climb up the hill, his thoughts began to drift again. He realised that it would be unlikely he would escape the authorities. Prison at best, death at worst. He turned back around to scan the horizon. He saw the whales swimming in the bay below. He saw the sun shining through the drizzle, rainbows forming in arcs.
He thought about his connection, about the hive and about the feeling of pure unadulterated love.
All of a sudden, he was scared no more. He knew love awaited his end and there was nothing to fear but fear itself.
He turned around and headed up the hill with a renewed spring in his step, the warm drizzle hazing his view ahead.
After about two miles of flat fields at the top of the cliffs Abe came across the mud huts of the shaman village. They had set up close to the coast, as they worshipped the whales..
As he headed towards the village a big black barking dog came woofing over giving away his real intentions with his wagging tail.
Abe headed into the village. He was quickly met by a very sturdy man who came over to speak to him…
“Hello…I am Cal….we have been waiting for you….come quickly ….time is short.
Cal was thick-set and looked like a Romany type gypsy.
He greeted Abe. Abe was so pleased that he spoke English.
Cal hurried Abe over to one of the huts at the end of the row.
In the round mud hut there were around twenty or so people sitting around a centre fire. There was a gloomy orange glow and the flickering orange flames danced shadows of the dark earthen walls. There was a heady smokey atmosphere as all the people sat in silence. Abe felt a little uneasy. As his eyes acclimatised to the gloomy umber glow he began to focus in on faces. There were women, children and adults all sitting in a circle. At the head of the circle was the shaman. Cal walked Abe around and sat him down next to the sage.
In front of the old man was a pot of boiling plant material giving off a bitter pungent aroma. Abe guessed that this was ayahuasca a native plant to this part of the world and rich in DMT.
The old man took Abe’s hand….his eyes rolled white in his eyes.
He let off a chant…the whole circle repeating the words in unison.
All the people now bowed to Abe.
Abe looked at Cal for answers, he bowed too.
The old man began a slow mantra.
With every word he could physically feel the adoration in the room growing and growing.
Please…said Abe…I don’t understand, what is he saying
Cal said, I will translate..
Mother Queen says you are He
Reconciler of Heaven and Earth,
The bridge of love.
Mother Queen…She has blessed You,
Reconfigured your DNA with loves intervention.
Your heart is pure to carry the code.
Love now runs in your veins.
Look to your heart…the path lies there.
You know what to do to undo the hurt.
The old mans eyes came back into his head just as the deafening whine of the trapper drones filled the air.
Search lights zip zagged in the night sky. Abe knew if he stayed here they would send the arrest bots and everyone here would be at risk.
Cal, sensing they were all in danger led Abe to a trap door at the back of the hut. In the hole was a small tram like trolley. Cal gestured to Abe to lie on it face down. Cal gave Abe a jewel encrusted dagger. It was beautiful, obviously worth a lot of money, and razor-sharp. Abe was just about to protest when Cal leaned over, showed Abe the brake, released it, and Abe began to trundle off into the darkness. The trolley began to pick up pace in the darkness. Faster and faster. The path through the tunnel was winding twisting and turning , left and right at breakneck speeds reminding Abe of the luge event at the Winter Olympics. The journey was in complete darkness. Abe had no idea what was ahead. All of a sudden Abe literally saw a light at the end of the tunnel. He reached for the break but he was travelling so fast it was too late. As he hit the light he was airborne. He felt the cold of the night and the drizzle hit his lungs.
In the moonlight he could see a large body of water about five feet below him. He hit the water hard, and immediately gasped at its freezing cold temperature. He began swimming the short distance to the shore. He crawled out onto the bank of the reservoir, teeth chattering, shivering all over.
Lying on his back, looking up at the stars he began to think of the words of the shaman.
You know what to do….undo the hurt?
He didn’t, not a clue.
He got to his feet and followed the path of the water down the valley.
He could see in the moonlight the cliff top in front of him.
All of a sudden he heard the whine of the drones and their search lights lit up the night sky.
He began to run but there was no cover.
As he ran faster, the drone honed in on him. He felt it hovering above him, the blinding lights hurting his eves.
The drone swooped down and its mechanical arms gripped around his waist.With the hiss of hydraulics he felt its clutch tighten. He was swooped up into the air up and out over the bay. He knew in his heart of hearts he was a dead man. He felt the daggers hilt in his waistband. He saw the silvery light of the moon reflected in the waters below. He pulled out the dagger and cut through the hydraulic pipe to the mechanical claw.
There was a squirt of hot oily fluid and a loud pssssssssss. He felt the grip of the right hand arm loosening. He knew if he wriggled to is right into the space he had created that the left hand grip couldn’t hold him alone. He knew by doing this he would fall the hundred plus foot into the bay below.
As he smacked hard into the ice-cold water he knew.
This was it.
There was no escaping this.
He had no fear.
He took the dagger, ceremoniously to his throat.
Smiling, he ran the razor-sharp blade across his carotid artery. Blood oozed out of his wound into the water.
He closed his eyes just as Mother Queen welcomed him into her six outstretched arms.
Smiling , he knew, he had undone the hurt.
Krill began feeding in the fresh blood. Fish began eating the krill. Bigger fish began eating the smaller fish.
Abe’s genetics were seeding the ocean. The modified chromosomes were not broken down on digestion. They became concentrated and expanded exponentially.
Within 50 years the ocean was filled with pure love.
Within 100 years a silent revolution had occurred. Governments had become one government and one agenda, to make a harmonious reconciliation with Mother Nature.
Within 200 years the planet was healed, filled with pure all-encompassing love.
The Reconciliation had occurred.
Original written work of Tony Norton
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