In the beginning of humanity men were hunters and gatherers.  They lived from what nature offered and adapted their lifestyle to the conditions around them. They took what they needed to sustain the clan, hunting and collecting fruit and grain in summer to survive the long hard winter if ever they did not move with the seasons to avoid the hardship of ice and snow.

They started using clumsy tools of their own making, inventing new ones and improving them, learning from life.

These times have long passed. We live in abundance, everything is obtainable,   there are all kinds of products on the shelves of the super markets and yet, the hunter still lives in the memory of the cells of man.

Some kill for sport, some say nature needs help to regulate itself, some don’t even think about what they are doing.

And some do it for profit. They disguise it with a scientific name so it becomes acceptable to the public opinion.

These are only mice, rats, rabbits, monkeys or… whales?

This year the Japanese Government has announced that nine hundred whales are going to be killed for their Scientific Research Program. Norway and Iceland are opening their whaling season in the beginning of May, as soon as the waters are free from ice. These two countries do not really consume whale flesh as a base of their nutrition like Japanese people do where whaling has a long tradition there. They slaughter whales for money and because they pretend whales eat too much fish so there is not enough left to feed the people.

Millions of dollars are made every year with the slaughter of whales. What the men responsible for this kind of industry seem to forget is that whales can’t be raised like cattle. They have their migration routes, their mating and birthing places and the moment the whales are extinguished at one place, the chance that others fill the gap is very thin.

There are many whale species just at the limit of survival because the population is so low that the natural laws of procreation are not guaranteed. And they are still hunted and slaughtered in the most horrible way.

It is as if mankind was blinded by the glitter of gold not to see the beauty and majesty of these noble beings and the important role they play in the balance of the life on this planet.

From time to time we all think about the sense of our life; mostly in moments when we are not so happy about our current situation. As we see others living better, being more successful, living apparently in a harmonious partnership or simply seeming so much happier than we are, we tend to feel a slight sense of jalousie and being treated badly by life creep up in our minds and hearts.

Why? Why does she have this wonderful partner, why can he afford the new car, they are not better, more intelligent or beautiful than I am!

We tend to struggle with life instead of living life. We did not learn in our youth what the really important things are in life; in fact we can’t even say what life is. But we have a whole life to explore life by living it.

So we hear “life is evolution, the strongest wins”. This has brought us over thousands of years of war, fights and struggle, strict separation of classes and enslavement of large parts of the population.

Underlying this opinion we accept that there is no escape of this condition, that it had been decided by whim at the moment of birth which kind of life we are going to live without any chance to change it.

Royalty is Royalty and untouchables will stay untouchable.

The sins of the fathers into the seventh degree! That’s it!

In many religions these thoughts have been taught and accepted for a long time. But the same religions say also, that we are all children of God and all of the same essence.

So we all must have the same possibilities, the same chance of luck, the same deserving to live a life we want to live.

So who decides? The families we were born in? The country, the government?  God?  Or could it simply be that we, ourselves, took this decision long before birth?

The life on this planet, in this dimension, offers all the possibilities we could imagine to become what we want to be.

Born in a shack? Great! The world is open to be explored.

Born in a castle? Great! Castles have doors to go out and discover a shack where we might meet a friend to travel together and discover the possibilities to mold our life.

We came here into this world to explore our own inner world through the mirror of the outer world and what we see in this mirror is the creation of our making, our thoughts, feelings and actions.

So could it be that the purpose of our life is to re-discover our Higher Self, our infinite, eternal Soul? Life after life, in a never ending spiral …

In my last blog I told you how I came to travel to Hawaii.

After the decision to change continents I had done my homework and searched on Internet for the most exciting places and things to do and to see.

And there was one point that rapidly got to be the number one in my program: to swim with the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphins. I wanted to swim with dolphins out in the deep blue ocean and experience the possibility of communication between man and animal.

We all have heard or seen films about bottlenose dolphins working with autistic children and this subtle communication happening there had intrigued me for some time already.

I rapidly found out how to realize my dream and finally the day came. Early in the morning a small group of people had gathered at the harbor and soon we were on our way. The captain gave us all the recommendations how to behave with dolphins and then suddenly we saw the fins of a big pod of dolphins sliding through the water.

My heart felt like bursting with joy and I hardly could hold back the tears of emotion welling up. Finally my dream had come true!

When I slipped overboard and started swimming in the direction of the dolphins, I was the last and the slowest of the whole lot and the dolphins had already passed. I turned around on the spot to see where the other people had gone, when a small group of dolphins came my way.

Oh boy, what a sight! Three mothers with their babies were swimming right up to me. My heart was bumping so loud in my chest I thought the dolphins could hear it. With effortless, slow, yet powerful movements they passed close by, looking at me with curiosity.

“Oh you beauties, you swim too fast, I can’t follow you, please stay a bit with me, I love you, you are so beautiful …” Words formed in my heart while I tried to keep up with them, my arms still close to my body as we had been instructed. Over-arm strokes are felt as a threat by these sensitive beings.

And amazingly they slowed down! Did they really hear me, did they feel my love, did they know I never would do them any harm?

They slowed down, let their babies swim my side so I could see them clearly, accepting my presence.

I was overjoyed! We swam in harmony for some time, enjoying our   communication on a higher level of consciousness. I had lost all sense of time. And suddenly they were gone and I woke up like out of a dream.

I took up my head out of the water and looked around. I was alone! No boat, no people, nothing but the shore some distance away and the deep blue sea around. Wow! Where are the others? Had I gone so far?

Turning around in the crystal clear water I finally saw a white spot far away speeding up toward me. It was the boat with a very, very angry captain who had to leave the group to look for me. He promised I would never set foot on his boat again if ever I did this again. Still completely absorbed by my experience I answered that it was not my fault; the dolphins had led me astray! Well, later on we became good friends and every time I was back on the island I went out with him to see my friends, the dolphins, again.

Almost as a final lesson of this adventure I learned later on that the others of the group having hurried so much to see the dolphins, had lost sight of them very quickly. Hurry-up slowly ….

Was it a welcome-gift from the dolphin family? I really felt blessed.