Since 1992, Scientists at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute have been tracking a solitary mammal, known as the 52 Hertz Whale. It was first discovered in 1989 by the U.S Navy. This whale communicates at a frequency 2 times higher than its kin, that chat on 15 – 25 Hertz channels, which means that it cannot be responded to by other great blue or fin whales. The whale’s migration pattern is also unique. It swims alone, podless, and within more southern borders than most filter-feeding whales that migrate way past Alaska to feed. And so this one-of-a-kind mammal has garnered the anthropomorphic title of “The World’s Loneliest Whale.”
When I am roaming downtown to run errands in my wee corner of the world, amidst the bustle and flow of my kin, I often come across a woman who walks up and down King Street to talk to the equidistant parking meters which dot along the edge of each curb. I have never been close enough to hear what she says to them, but it is clear to me that she has a very important and urgent communication to pass along. Although she doesn’t come across as lonely, I would say that she too is on a different channel than the rest of the herd that surrounds her.
When I was four years old, my family moved from our parent’s starter home to a new sub division on Meredith Drive. Because the surrounding area was still under development, lots were not bordered by fences, nor were any lawns seeded. Rather, the space in between each home was a vast sea of dirt. And since we moved in the spring time, our home was really an island within a sea of mud! Soon after our arrival, my older brother, Matt, and I set out to explore our new digs. We took a few boxes, left from the move, and some sticks, found on our property, out into the muddy pools behind our home. The plan was simple: the boxes would be our boats, the sticks, our oars, and the large puddles of water, the gateway to our “New Found Land.” After finding the largest puddle on our lot, and within moments of boarding my cardboard box, I was transformed into a sailor at sea, setting out on an exciting and unbounded adventure! The world around me felt huge and exciting. I could sail anywhere! I was free. Now I look back at this scene from my mother’s point of view. Did she see me from the kitchen window, perhaps whilst washing dishes? I can only imagine her laughter as she watched her daughter, most likely talking out loud to herself, while gleefully sitting in a box wedged in a pile of mud! Okay, perhaps I tune into a “special channel” sometimes, too!
Over the past month, I completed Deepak Chopra’s 21-day Meditation Challenge. In it, he describes universal abundance, or unlimited potential, as the stuff that exists in between each thought, or experience of the collective unconscious. It is the soupy void out of which creative thought and all possibilities are born. The meditations made me re-think communication. We don’t know what the World’s Loneliest Whale is communicating or feeling no more that we can know what the woman by my local Farmer’s Market sees in the parking meters. Although I was convinced that my cardboard box was sailing in an endless ocean of possibility, an onlooker’s view would have me stuck in a puddle of mud. Perhaps the interpretation or understanding of a communication isn’t as important as appreciating its source. It is much more interesting to envision each thought, or expression of a thought, as a vast, undulating wave, that arises out of the sea of pure consciousness. In that way, no being is alone, no expression is isolated. All communications are suggestions of something new waiting to be born, heard, or realized. And maybe sometimes they are expressed purely because this soupy void, also known as love, is just too beautiful for silence. Yes, I now see our universe as an exquisite, ever unfolding, Chatty Cathy! Tune in. Take your pick. The channels are endless!