The Emissary

by Patricia Cori

  “A 9.3-magnitude earthquake has taken San Francisco out. Tsunamis have leveled the whole West Coast. Jamie says another big quake is going to hit Alaska in a few hours. How much time do you think you’re gonna need?”

  “You have no idea what you’re asking me to do, Jimbo,” Mat replied.

  “I do, sir. You wanted me to deliver this colony—I can do it. I know now there are several installations all around here. They’re willing to talk through Jamie—she’s their Emissary. But they can’t get past these sonar detonations. As long as we’re blasting them, we are never going to make contact. It’s your call.”

  Mat said, “I’ll get back to y’all,” and the line went dead.

  “Sure thing,” Jimbo said, disconnecting every electronic device on the ship. There would be no further calls. Under his breath, he said to himself, “Sure thing, Mattie, you double-crossin’ liar.” He knew that was the last time he’d ever be talking to Mat, one way or the other. After forty years of loyal service to the man he trusted, Jimbo knew they’d reached the end of the line. It was not easy turning his back on that loyalty, even knowing that he’d been used all along. It was the end of an ideal, something he believed in—a man for whom he had given his own life and taken others.

  “Are you all right, Jim?” Jamie asked.

  He looked up at her, knowing how futile it was trying to hide anything from Jamie. “He wants ‘coordinates, not transmissions’?” he repeated, incredulously. “Man, Jamie, if Mat is that evil, and I never could see it, well, then, none of my life has made any sense at all.”

  Jamie was filled with compassion. She could only imagine what he had to work through. “Evil. What drives men to it? People live in so much fear … so much ignorance. They’re disempowered, distracted by the noise. Very few people can even contemplate the vastness of reality, Jimbo. The unknowable—it’s too frightening. When they realize how very small their lives are on this little dot in the infinite universe, they try to hold on to something—anything that gives them a sense of command over their own existence. The dark ones in power—they are afraid of what the light can do. They’re afraid of their own lives and even more terrified of immortality.”

  Fin, who had been quiet all this time, barked.

  “Mat is not an evil man. He’s just lost.” Jamie had the grace to sit quietly, and let Jimbo have the privacy he needed to work through so many suppressed feelings that finally had risen to the surface. Jimbo had been through almost as much as she had, but his was a different trauma—it was a lifetime of karma in the balance.

  “I told you about ’Nam. He gave the order, and we took out a whole village of women and children.” Jimbo cried, releasing the sadness and guilt he’d buried for so long. “Ling was there. We had to follow orders … but I never understood why. We killed so many innocent people. I’ve never forgiven myself. And now, after all this time, I come to find out he’s been waiting to do it again—destroying the innocent, and using me to do it. He’s ready to do it all over again.”

  “Take me to the sanctuary?” Jamie asked, gently, stroking Fin. “They’re waiting.”

  “We’re on our way,” said Jimbo, wiping the tears from his eyes.

  While The Deepwater moved steadily forward, bound for the sanctuary, the top management of the world’s governments, the Secret One World Order that had taken Planet Earth to the breaking point, called back all military and navy operations—unilaterally, around the globe. All sonar testing, all underwater explosives, were to be ceased immediately, and they were to remain disabled until further notice. Such an order, from so far up that no one, not even presidents, could identify its source, was unprecedented. The enormous war machine that tormented the oceans, and had driven so many whales and dolphins to their death, was momentarily stilled. On hold. Silent.

  The admiral of a Japanese submarine, in maneuvers off the coast of Fukushima, stared at his communications officer in utter bewilderment. They both reread the message from headquarters, to be sure they’d gotten it right: the entire fleet was ordered to immediately turn off all radar and sonar equipment, regardless of their position, until “further notice.”

  In Norway, naval officers at their base in the North Sea went into a preemptive emergency drill after receiving orders to cut all sonar testing across the board.

  At the Pentagon, a five-star general stood dumbfounded in the briefing room as he read the top-level security report: cease and desist orders for all military exercises involving sonar anywhere, at all stations around the planet.

  No one in any position of military authority was sure whether World War III had just begun, or whether a force from beyond, which they all knew existed, had just taken command.

  19

  Until We Meet Again

  With no equipment running, and only the ship’s compass and the stars to guide him, Jimbo headed straight for the sanctuary. He had one crewman minding the engines, one man at the helm, and himself to count on for the safe navigation of the ship. It was almost as if he were sailing out blind and wounded, throwing himself at the mercy of the ocean, and the will of the whales. But he had Jamie’s eyes, and he knew she could see for both of them.

  Engulfing the coast in its mantle of rage, the storm was behind them now. How much more it would take from the Earth they still could not know. There would be time enough to go back and face the disaster … time enough to help rebuild. Up ahead, past the dark clouds that obliterated the light of dawn, the sun would shine again, and it would be clear sailing on through for The Deepwater.

  Doc stormed in, looking for Jamie. “What am I going to do with you?” he said, like a father scolding a child, knowing there was no containing her. “You are almost the worst patient I have ever had.”

  “Let me guess,” she said, looking at Jimbo.

  “That’s right—Jimbo takes that prize. But you’re a close second. The two of you … I tell ya, you’re two peas from the same pod.”

  “Not to worry, Doc. You’ve done what you can,” she replied, cryptically. “I’m stronger than you think.”

  “I’m not done yet! You’re going to lie down, whether I have to knock you out again to put you down.”

  “Okay, I will agree to that. I’m ready to rest, just don’t try to tie me down on the examining table again. That can’t happen,” Jamie said. “Will you walk me down?” She walked over to Jimbo and put her arms around him. “You’re an old soul, Captain James. There’s so much I would love to tell you, but I have to lie down now … I have the worst headache.”

  “Back downstairs,” Doc said, worriedly. “Doctor’s orders.”

  Jamie was filled with tenderness. “I’m sure this isn’t our first lifetime together, and I know it won’t be our last.” She kissed Jimbo on the forehead, and went with Doc, who walked her slowly, carefully, back down to the lounge. Fin followed, quietly, in Jamie’s footsteps.

  Alberto had the galley up again, with hot tea and coffee the first order of the day. How long had it been since Jamie had anything in her stomach? She couldn’t even remember. She took her place on the sofa, across from Jimbo’s chair, and agreed to lie down there, wrapped up in blankets, under Doc’s watchful eye. He took her blood pressure and was relieved to see it had climbed back up to only slightly under normal, a positive sign. Alberto brought her a cup of raspberry tea, which she drank down with gusto, and then she lay down, her head pounding, slipping in and out of sleep, back and forth in her dreams, swimming with the whales.

  Fin never left her.

  She awoke to the music of whales: not the cries she’d heard from their despairing hour, but a celebration. This was a symphony in Earth sharp; every instrument in the ocean played it: the waves, holding the rhythms; whales and dolphins, singing the opus of the ultimate symphony; a mysterious melody, emanating from the deep. It played to a different Earth vibration—the unfettered pulse of Earth’s own heart, beating.

  She waited until Doc was out of sight, and went out the door, onto the main deck, wrapping herse
lf up in the blanket. Fin followed, quietly. Up ahead of the ship, she could make out the Orcas, just as she had before—when they had first entered the sanctuary. It was as if she were reliving the same exact scene over again. Only now, the frenzy was over.

  She walked over to the railing, hypnotically, and peeked over the edge. Sure enough—there was the whale: the great Humpback, looking up at her—calling out. As Jamie entered deeper into a state of trance, she felt the pull of the colony, calling her home. Mesmerized, she climbed up the first rung of the railing.

  Fin went ballistic, barking wildly. He pulled at her pant leg, to take her back down, but she was going to jump, intent upon it. The Humpback was calling her, lifting her great fin, as if to wave her forward.

  The door from the lounge burst open. Jimbo and Doc ran out.

  “For the love of god, Jamie!” Doc shouted.

  Jimbo cried out to her. “Aw, man, Jamie, not this way, please.”

  Jamie teetered with one leg over the railing. She looked back at Jimbo, smiling, and then threw herself into the waves below.

  Fin was up on his hind legs, searching frantically for her. He ran over to Jimbo, his master, his friend, torn between that loyalty and the love he’d known since he was a pup, and the destiny that awaited him. In an instant, before Jimbo could even move, before he could fathom what was about to take place, Fin ran back to the edge, climbed over the buoy, and leaped over the railing, into the ocean. It all happened so fast, neither Jimbo nor Doc could possibly have stopped either one of them.

  Doc grabbed the buoy and threw it as far out as possible, but they were long gone. Even if they had somehow surfaced, Jimbo knew they didn’t want to be saved. They were going towards something, not away.

  Something far greater was waiting for them, in the deep.

  Once again, Jamie swam alongside the great whale, bathed in the music, coming home. Fin caught up to her, and the mighty being scooped them both up in her huge fin, propelling them into a tunnel—the same one she’d journeyed through in her death, racing towards the light.

  There was no struggle. They passed gracefully through the darkness of the vortex, through the depths of the great ocean, and then into the light, where the illuminated city awaited them. Everywhere around them, formless light beings swirled and swayed in the currents, dancers to the symphonic rhythms of the whales’ song.

  A gateway opened, they floated through it, and then it disappeared behind them.

  Doc and Jimbo stood frozen, unbelieving witnesses to what had just transpired. They ran to the edge, to find a stream of whales swimming into the center of the sanctuary. Dolphins, too. The whales’ song was so immense they could hear it from the deck, as Jamie had.

  Jimbo looked out on the water and there he saw the humpback whale, dancing around in the moonlight. She kept breaching from the deep waters, leaping over and over again in the waves. In the abstraction of all that had taken place, as surreal as it all had been, Jimbo was convinced she was thanking him.

  Or was the mighty whale the embodiment of Jamie’s spirit, waving goodbye?

  Around the oceans of the world, the great whales were in chorus, singing the primordial sounds of the Earth. Uninterrupted by the numbing, deafening sounds of the great drums, they raised the volume of the ocean song to such an all-encompassing intensity that the network of underwater towers began to disintegrate. One by one, they toppled and fell to the ocean floor.

  As the frequencies of the whales’ song reverberated across the oceans of this great planet, the Alaskan towers and their sister structures around the world—the “great weapon”—ceased emissions. In one mighty, symphonic crescendo, the entire field of antennae started to vibrate, clashing with the song of Earth’s own high-intensity fields, bringing the entire network of destruction crashing to the ground, in pieces.

  The light-filled vessels of Earth’s underwater colonies emerged from the underwater cities in key positions around the world’s oceans, sailing along next to the whales. They were free to come out of hiding at last, materializing form in the new harmonics of Earth’s oceans.

  In the middle of the sanctuary, with no one at the helm, Jimbo and Doc were swept up in the bittersweet wonder that Jamie had left behind, but the sadness lingered. They were in it, so very much a part of what was transpiring, a very important part of the awakening of the new Earth.

  As they stood there, in communion, Jimbo was the first to notice a strange luminescence in the water, just off a ways in front of the bow of the ship, closer in than the Orcas still holding position there. He called Doc’s attention to it, and they rushed up to the ship’s bow to investigate. The light became brighter and they could see an enormous displacement of water ahead of the ship. As in a dream, they saw a mammoth craft rise to the surface of the water. It was pure light, illuminating the ocean for miles.

  While two humble human beings watched in utter awe, it shot like a rocket right out of the waves. It hovered over the ship for what seemed like a moment and felt like forever, and then it flew up into the star-studded sky. In an instant, it was gone, as if it had never been and never happened.

  Alberto and Philippe rushed out from the lounge. “Did you see that? Oh my god, something shot right out of the ocean!” shouted Alberto.

  Doc looked at Jimbo, bewildered and amazed, and so tired. “Do I get to wake up from this dream soon?”

  “This is the most awake I’ve ever been, my friend.”

  Jimbo reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigar case, which contained the half of a Cohiba that Jamie had never finished, and lit it up. “I’d like to think that whatever that was, wherever it’s headed—she’s in it.”

  “Where else would she be?” Doc replied, looking up in sheer wonder. “You delivered her to her destiny.”

  “With Fin?” Jimbo asked, hoping.

  “With Fin, Jimbo.” He patted him on the back.

  “Huh?” said Philippe. “Where is Jamie?”

  “Jamie?” Alberto said, completely perplexed. “You mean she missed that?”

  Bobby ran out. “You saw it?”

  Everybody nodded.

  “God only knows what we are going to find when we go home,” Philippe said.

  A bright light flickered in the star-studded sky and went out.

  Jimbo took a long hit from Jamie’s cigar as he searched the stars. “We are home, boy. We’re home … and we are not alone.”

  Epilogue

  Some perceive Earth, and all the life it sustains, as a great conscious being: one mind, one body and soul. Others are so disconnected, they cannot feel the very heart of her, nor hear the song of Mother Nature, which lives somewhere deep within us all, but which, for them, lies buried in silence.

  There are those who realize how infinitely small we are in the great expanse of the universe, and how this universe is just as infinitely small in the vastness of the Cosmos of Soul. And there are others, who live in separation, a sensate, physical experience into which they believe they appeared from nothingness, passing through this earthly plane for just this one, brief journey … to then disappear back to nowhere.

  Whether ours is the only celestial life-bearing station in the Cosmos is yet another conundrum seeking resolution, bouncing us back and forth between the poles that define that ambiguous expanse of possible realities we call “human consciousness.” More and more of us embrace the idea that we are far from alone in this universe, yet still others deny with vehemence that life, or at least intelligent life, could possibly spring from the same elements that surely exist on countless other spinning wheels, in the great beyond.

  Such is the duality of our earthly experience.

  Here, on this little blue dot in space, a great drama is playing out for all humanity: the struggle of darkness and light. We have faced it before, and we will surely pass this way again—for, as long as the Earth is plagued with the misfortune of possessing an overabundance of mineral resources, there will be those who insist on destroying every living thing
to exploit and possess those resources. There will be infinite wars fought for the most insignificant reasons, but always there will be healing—a return to harmony. There will be beings of darkness and beings of light, from the Earth and from beyond, drawn into the drama to help reestablish the balance, and right the scales. As there are now.

  This dynamic tension is forever threatening to tilt the world to either side, to the dark side or to the light, and there may never be a time of final resolution but, rather, a perpetual, infinite field of opportunity where each of us will choose to build or to destroy, to love or to hate, to give birth or to kill.

  The questions of our existence are endless. The answers—for those who cannot see beyond, those who dare not think outside the confines of limitation—lie waiting to be discovered: the Hidden. At the bottom of the great oceans, through the eye of a mighty whale, in one’s own subconscious, spinning somewhere out in space—the treasure chest lies waiting to be discovered, unlocked, and revealed.

  We hold the keys.

  If only we will free our minds, and open our hearts.

  And listen … to the music of the Earth.

  About the Author

  Often called a “real-life Indiana Jones” by fans and readers around the world, Patricia Cori is an inspiring icon of truth and a living model of the adventurous spirit within us all. An internationally acclaimed author with several best-selling publications to her credit, she is one of the most well-known and established authorities on the realms of the mystic: views of the world and multidimensional reality that challenge the status quo.

  She has been interviewed on hundreds of talk-radio and TV programs, including CNN, Coast to Coast FM syndicated radio, the Urban Journal Radio, KJAC Radio Montreal, and 21st Century Radio.

  In 2012, she founded the global nonprofit association Save Earth’s Oceans, Inc., dedicated to restoring the balance of our fragile ocean ecosystems and saving the whales and dolphins from whaling, slaughter, and exploitation. As president and CEO of the organization, she is determined to raise the consciousness of human beings around the globe to the potential of the human spirit, in order to alter the course of our destruction of the environment and to reestablish the harmony of Earth in balance.