Tilikum’s Ascension: Chapter Nine

Tilikum’s Ascension: Chapter Nine

Tilikum Is Sick

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Journal entry for January 21, 2016: It has been three days since I left Tilikum swaying in the sands of his dreams of well-being. He does not call me to him or come to visit. I gently go to him and check in on him from time to time. When I do, he feels sick all over and is usually lethargic. I’m not sure if the cause is a result of medications his handlers are giving him, his ill health or both, or if he is simply not aware of me or doesn’t want to visit. I have no indication of the actual cause of the barrier.

On March 8, 2016, SeaWorld, Florida announced: “We are saddened to report that over the past few weeks, TIlikum’s behavior has become increasingly lethargic, and the SeaWorld veterinary and animal care teams are concerned that his health is beginning to deteriorate. Our teams are treating him with care and medications for what we believe is a bacterial infection in his lungs. However, the suspected bacteria is very resistant to treatment, and a cure for his illness has not been found.”

I wonder, how long they have known he was sick.

I am still unable to penetrate the walls of his dull mind. His mind looks cloudy to me, and he still doesn’t seem aware of my presence.

On March 17, 2016, the public receives another news update from SeaWorld, that due to the popularly expressed opinion, that whales should not be kept in theme parks, It will end all orca breeding programs this year, therefore phasing out killer whales in captivity. This generation of whales will be the last captive whales for SeaWorld, thanks to the voice of the people.

I can’t help but wonder if this timely announcement was not a way to keep the public from demanding more answers about Tilikum’s health. A way to appease us?

March 18, 2016, I go in spirit form to check on Tilikum, I find him asleep in some sort of a pool I had not seen before. He feels snug in his space. Not comfortable he shows me, not where he wished to be, while dying, but he is too sick to care much; the area is tiny for a whale, like a car parked inside of a garage. He says they are waiting for him to die. He watches them, not caring what they do. He feels alone, but that is nothing new for him. He isn’t hungry; he doesn’t care to eat. But he remembers he was hungry most of his life.

He is alert enough to recognize me and greets me with an unenthused mood. But when I began to stroke his side, he is lulled by my loving touch. He lazily says “It’s been a long time since you came to see me.

I didn’t apologize or explain that I did try. Instead, I thought a little banter might be good medicine. “You know? I’ve explained to you. I am a very busy person.” I show him myself running around taking care of other people and things. “And you haven’t invited me to come see you” I retorted. He acknowledges, remembering me telling him, that I get busy, and to call if he needed me. He doesn’t hold anything against me as he continues to relish my touch, sinking a little deeper into the water as he relaxes.

I pull away a bit as he begins to fall into a deeper sleep. He became fully awake, alert with a panic of being left alone again!

He understood that I was in the world of spirits, not of man, when I visited him, and he thought, I should know the answer to his question — “How will I know where to go when I die” he asked.

I moved closer to him my face to his face in an embrace. “You will not be alone; there will be Angels of Light to help you.

“I don’t know what that means,” he says, as he looks to nighttime stars in an ancient memory of his mind.

It weighed heavily on my heart, how to handle this delicate predicament; I didn’t want to leave him alone again. But I knew I would soon have to carry on in my day-to-day, and wouldn’t be able to be in-bodied and mindfully active in-soul at the same time. What should I do to comfort him, and not leave him alone again?

To be continued:

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