Communicating With Fish

Animals have been trying to communicate to me all my life as they try to do with most people, we just don't get it. I guess one of the first times they really got through was when I developed a relationship with my goldfish, Romulus. Yes, it was rather a shock to get communication from a fish, that was the last place I expected it to come from. But it made sense, really because these fish were kept as pets for centuries by the Chinese and I was just discovering why.

The first thing I noticed about Romulus after he had grown rather large were his soulful eyes. Then I would notice his reactions to the music I played on my piano. He showed a distinct preference for some types of music which when played he would stretch his fins out and 'yawn' as fish do when they are supremely content.

Romulus dances to the sounds of Chopin He seemed angry, too, when I would make a mistake or play a type of music that did not have a flowing quality to it, like Bach. Sometimes, if the mistake was particularly displeasing or the music very choppy, he would slap his tail on the water's surface and splash me! It is hard to deny that interspecies communication is going on here!

Romulus became ill one year with tuberculosis and required lots of medication and careful water changes. He survived but spent much of the time hunched in a corner. I would sit by this corner and put my face up to the glass and wave a finger at him. He would wave a fin back at me.

There was now no question in my mind that we were 'talking' to each other. But I had no idea what we were saying. I just knew he could see me and recognize me and would wave to me. I also became fond of petting him. Yes I would put my hand down into the tank and as he swam by, I would gently touch his scales. He didn't really react to this, he didn't try to avoid the contact though. His scales felt slimy of course but also smooth as silk and this fascinated me.

I became very attached to this fish and his mate, Rhiannon, and my memories of them will be ones I always treasure. Romulus lived 13 long years and before he died, he went back to his corner until the end. After he was gone, Rhiannon spent a lot of time in that corner too, grieving for her companion, a fish.

The Holographic Wolf

The great expanse of time. The ultimate mystery. I have read that quantum physicists like to compare the theory of time to swirls of creamer in your coffee. It is folding in on itself, an uroboros chasing its tail, the beginning meeting the end and the middle a big bowl of jelly.

That is something hard to wrap your mind around but I do understand the idea of time being nonlinear, I just didn’t experience it like creamer in a coffee cup when I saw the man on the other side of the red plane which I wrote about yesterday. The red plane, like a great pane of red-tinted glass, which I saw dividing the Earth seemingly in half, I interpreted as a representation of time.

That early man and I were in the same space, the same spot on Earth but we were not in the same time. Yet we stood there together. The red ‘filter’, like a filter on a camera lens was the key, it was a window through time and it was suspiciously like a hologram as well. At the time, I hadn’t yet read Michael Talbot’s The Holographic Universe but later I would and then I realized the significance of the similarity of my experience to a living hologram.

Later I would study such things in great depth, holograms, quantum physics, remote viewing, and while doing so, I read about a remote viewing exercise called “open search inward” and I had a spontaneous experience of this almost immediately. The result was the direct experience of some of my past lives. Now I had gone through past life regressions before and one in particular was simply astonishing but these were different. This wasn’t just one past life, this was five or six of the very first ones! And in each one, I was an animal. I’ll save the first ones for another post but the last one that I saw is the pertinent one here.

You guessed it. I was a wolf. And I was looking at another wolf from my pack and he was looking back at me. Around his neck was a metal collar and a broken chain link hanging down. The accompanying information of the lifetime was also immediate, this wolf had escaped captivity and he was the leader of the pack and had returned to his pack. And I knew, looking in his eyes, that the soul which occupied his wolf body was the same soul which now occupied my collie, Wolfgang’s body.

There is a thing called ‘soul recognition’ which is the very basis of sentience. If you cannot see the soul which animates all life, then your soul is still stirring in the dark depths. This soul I saw in this wolf was one I had been traveling with for a while. After experiencing this spontaneous open search inward, I was very excited to have seen some of the animals I had been. Of course who wouldn’t be! But I was even more excited to see at last, that my old friend Wolfgang had been a friend to me for such a very long time. I ran outside to see him and he lay out there in the summer sun, relaxing, now an old man for a dog, thirteen years old but still just as magnificent as ever. He looked over at me and I ran up to him, calling to him under my breath, “Wolfie! Wolfie I know! That was you! I know!”

He diverted his eyes from me for just a moment and then looked back into mine. “Finally,” his eyes conveyed a patient expression. Then our eyes locked and laser beams of wordless, timeless thought passed between us. He had been that unchained wolf, and he had been that stone age man. He was not only my ancestor, my dog, my protector, and faithful companion through the eons, he was me. Our souls sprang together from the same source and were inextricably interwoven for eternity. United as companions on a soul survival journey, he had shown me the raw power and grace that I would need to successful find my way in a brutal Universe. And now his job was done. He could pass on now and attend to other tasks. But he would be back later just in case I should ever need him and of course, on the next go around, he would be there as well as he always had been for thousands of years. Now that is my definition of a best friend.

Namaste Wolfgang.