May 14, 2010
2026
I am with you.
I am the whale
that beached today. Died and beached. In that order.
I was sick,
miserable, alone. The nets had kept me from passing with my pod by the Dana
Point area. My mother was tragically distressed. Leave me and go on. The others
told her “Yes. There is next year with a new calf.” My mother knew, all of them
knew that I would die like this, that it was for the best. Not you. Not you or
anyone that cared. You were upset, your boy sweet boy cried for me. I felt
it.
Thank you for
thinking my cause was worthy of your day. I felt ill, weak, unpleasure—it
didn’t hurt at any instant.
The life it
drained out of me. I was sick sick sick, not from the nets, from my heart,
my mother left me to die! At the end I did accept it.
I felt a
strong “you are not alone” and that you prayed to me with your son that I would
be with Jesus. That’s why I came to you. My spirit did.
(See female
figure with heart glowing) I thanked you both so much. You were on my heart…(on
her sleeve).
I love you,
both at once, forever, thank you much for loving me.
Lilly Fatima
(my real name
is hard to pronounce; ed. –I heard a whale whistle)
I love you
have peace.
