Tilikum’s Ascension: Chapter Six

Tilikum’s Ascension: Chapter Six

PTSD and Tilikum

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Continued visit from, January, 17th 2016:

Still trying to find some way to assure him that many other people and I care for him and that his life has profound meaning, I continued:

“Of course, I love you. I would come to see you if I could. I live far away from you,” and I showed him the long distance between us, me in Texas and he in Florida. “But maybe someday I can see you in person. I would like that — To see you. Not to support the way they keep you. You are an intelligent animal. Listen to the other animals around you and in the park with you. They are each comprehending and discerning in their own way. Each handles their captivity in the park in different ways.”

Tilikum perked up, “I know. I am aware of the sounds of the other animals. I have good hearing.”

And, he proudly showed me, he had big ears, and let me hear sounds of other animals, far reaching, from all over the city, as their sounds went inside of his ears clearly. He was also aware of all the other underwater life in the park, showing me sting rays, and every other sound made in the park: residence, and individual human guest and staff.

Still trying to help him understand why I couldn’t come see him and how his life is important, I continued, “People are becoming more aware of the needs of animals; That we people should treat them well, and let them be in a situation where they are happy. Because of your story, more people become aware of all the animals.”

Tilikum still feeling proud of his keen sense of hearing and sharing it with me continued with a more upbeat air about him. “Will you visit like this then?”

Me, not wanting to upset the happy feelings, softly replied with as much love as I could convey, “Yes, I will, sometimes.”

But wise Tilikum took my full meaning of ‘sometimes’ and asked: “Not all the time?”

“I can’t be with you always. I have family and obligations. I will see you often.” I showed him my family and that I was a mama and wife and worked.

Tilikum, smartly framing his thoughts then asked, “Can I be a part of your pod then? I don’t have a pod. I don’t know where my momma is.” And he showed me a picture of his pod from long ago with him on the outside of the pod looking at it but not able to be a part.

I wanted to run to him and hug him and tell him, yes! But I kept thinking about how he could intrude on my every thought anytime he wanted and realized that would not be a good thing for either of us. I had to establish and keep some boundaries.

So, with a gentle reasoning, I told him, “All of the members of my pod are each responsible for themselves just as you are to yourself. I visit with each one of them when I can. And I give them advice sometimes when they ask for it. We have fun together too, at times. I can do that with you, just as I am now. So in a sense, yes, you can be a part of my pod. But I cannot control your life or make you do anything, Just as I cannot for the other members of my Pod. Sometimes bad things happen to one or more of them just as something bad happened to you when you were taken from your original family, just as I’ve had bad things happen to me, as most of us do.” I wanted him to understand the concepts of respect for others and responsibility for one’s own life, even with all of its faults heaped on us from others at times.

“But you will love me” he childlessly asked, and He showed me myself hugging him, as I did the first time I went to him. I suspected he had known, throughout our conversation, I had wanted to run to him and hug him.

With choked on tears, I asured him,“Always, I will love you — we are family.”

“I may not always be nice to you. I have PTSD, ” and he showed me the letters PTSD as I had first seen them from the Akashic/spiritual records of Tilikum.

“How do you know about that?!” I was surprised he was aware of the term, from my earlier, private, I thought, thoughts. He also seemed to have an awareness of it — its meaning, and how it related to him.

“I like that!” he proudly stated.

He showed me how he opened his mind to the information floating around in the air as it came to me on that other day and pulled what he wanted to know into his mind. It was then that I realized, in living color, that I had no idea of his mental capabilities.

I have to admit I became a little alarmed at how quickly he learned and wondered what other surprises were in store for us both. He also was aware of my alarm, as he was my every thought and feeling. But it didn’t phase him. His only acknowledgment to me was that I was like the others, responding in fear of him. But along with all his quick learning was also the reality that, It just was the fact of his existence, people fear him, and he has PTSD and can lose his temper quickly, easily and without cause. And he will always be an outsider to humans.

I stretched myself out on his massive head, putting my forehead to his. I loved on him, and he fully received. I eventually floated away, leaving him caressed in appreciation for who he his, knowing he would come to me whenever he wanted; And that he would be as well as he could be.

To be continued:

Chapter Seven: Tilikum Meets God>>>

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