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electrical lightning that shot like crackling whips from tower to tower, surging with enough electrical energy to light up the entire West Coast of the North American continent.
    What no one was ready to hear, much less talk about, was that these same ELF energy waves were also being beamed into the cloud layers, and then bounced back down at the secret government’s military targets of choice—all around the globe: anywhere and everywhere their evil little hearts desired. Anyone paying the least bit of attention would have recognized that these events—the blackbirds in Los Angeles, the fish carnage in Maine, and the whale and dolphin beaching in New Zealand—were indeed connected, and that the emergency on Planet Earth was about to explode in an all-out and, perhaps, irreversible global disaster.
    Unbeknownst to most of its dormant and otherwise distracted inhabitants, one beautiful tiny blue sphere, spinning through the dark cloak of galactic space, was clearly under siege.

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Jamie Hastings
    Among the rescue workers on the beach that terrifying day in New Zealand was a woman whose life was dramatically affected by the unfathomable death of the whales and dolphins. For Jamie Hastings, it was a mystery that would chart the course of the rest of her days, seeking an answer she might never find. Those long hours of their struggle would forever be inscribed on her heart and soul, like a nightmare that haunts from the deep and murky waters of the subconscious—repeating and repeating—until finally it leaves its imprint on the conscious mind with a fierceness so great it can never again be released back into the shadows … nor forgotten.
    Immortalized in her memory forever would remain the moment she sat eye to eye with a dying giant and, there, up so close, she was able to gaze into the whale’s very soul. What an ironic twist of fate that such an extraordinary opportunity—coming face to face with a great whale—should manifest in so cruel a circumstance.
    So immense was the love and compassion pouring out of her, she felt as if she had completely merged with the being, and she knew the whale felt it. It was love that flowed from a place so deep within, in one sense, and from so far beyond in another that, for that moment, she was ready to leave with her, to swim alongside the pod as one of them, and journey with her ancient family—through the veils—to another world.
    Experiencing the immensity of that love and the longing to leave with them was the most transcendental experience of her entire life. She and the great whale were in the flow of infinite love, from Source: a love like nothing she had ever known before; a love she doubted she could ever know again. In that moment of blissful union, soul-to-soul, she no longer knew where the whale ended and she began—where that point of separation could be defined, on any level.
    The swollen female Humpback was so pregnant—she seemed just hours away from delivering her calf. Sadly, this helpless mother would never live to know that ecstatic moment of birthing her infant, or teaching her baby the joy of swimming in the open sea with her: weaving the music of the waters, nestled in the safety of their pod. There would be no song, no light from the sun for these transiting souls as they passed from life, entwined and connected forever … at least not until they reached the other side. Here, in this massive grave with their kin, shrouded in this strange electric cloud, there was only sadness and suffering: a time of farewells; a time of silenced songs that might have been.
    Jamie peered deeply into the mother’s eyes, asking permission to connect with her baby: to touch her soul. With that, the whale let fall a tear. It dropped to the sand and dissolved into fading traces of ocean foam, while for Jamie, that one tear was so deep she felt she could drown within it—immense as the greatest ocean, and timeless as the waves.
    The mighty whale looked back into