While on a 23-day kayak expedition on the shores of Baja's eastern coast, 14 students and three instructors, including myself, close encountered a whale. I mean, so close that when it exhaled from its usual location, the blowhole, we were sprayed with life. Turns out that it is not only air that is exhaled through the blowhole. They also spew and splatter sea stuff such as seaweed and slime. It does not smell like roses. That whale followed us along our journey into a breathtaking remote island bay. We made camp on the white sand beach with crystal clear waters that boggle the mind on depth perception and endless sparkling colors of blue. As night came and dark set in, we heard the blow of our mysterious new friend's breath inside the bay. When we woke the next morning, over half of our group of 17 reported exciting and elaborate dreams about this whale. One in the group shared a vision that this whale had shared with her in her sleep. It came out as the poem below.
The dark escape from Ensenada Alcatraz
Imprisoned in paradise
Released by angels
Their wings reveal themselves with the sun
Around the corner, the whale says that all life moves in rhythm
To the waves are the ocean floor
To the dance are the drums
To the reflection are the images that have always been
Ever-changing is the rhythm, or perhaps it is only the way the dance has been revealed
Mirroring the same reflection, yet the dancing image seems to be more beautiful
The whale follows and comes to dream truth
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