The whale brains, the sounds, the information transmitted, the complete mind web created by the sending/receiving process is a permanent feature of Sea. One that evolves in complexity each year. One recorded in thousands - once millions of enormous brains.
Maybe this oceanic mind-web is, itself, a form of consciousness. Sea's most sophisticated level of awareness.
Perhaps, after 19.5 million years of creative thinking, the collective awareness of the whales unraveled some of the deeper mysteries of life.
Could the universal whale mind know about DNA? Is this possible? Or at least what DNA does? Human brains figured it out. How deep does awareness penetrate the fabric of life? Why, just asking the question gives the answer. Awareness is a characteristic of all life. It penetrates - it emanates from - all levels of being, starting with DNA. Or perhaps before DNA?
What if this ancient whale mind, Sea's greatest and most complex mental web, decided it wanted or needed to do something besides just being there.
We bred cats for our pleasure. Perhaps whales, through some mechanism yet unknown to us, with their huge brains and vast experience, somehow altered conditions just enough, in just the right way, to create us for their pleasure or their needs.
I stop and look at what I have written and suddenly am back aboard the Moira in Carins.
What I have written? The idea is preposterous. Humans have damn near exterminated the whales. Not a very successful "great plan" on the part of the alleged universal whale mind.
But then the best of plans do go astray. The whales could hardly have imagined the apes would become such perverse and nasty creatures.
"What's wrong?" Freddy looks up from her book.
"Nothing," I snap. Why do I feel like this? As I wrote in the log, I felt excited, like just thinking about whales let me see - really perceive - the mind web of the sea. The whole idea engulfed me, sucked me in, grabbed me.
I think back, as I often have in the past few months, to that moment when I faced the seven sperm whales in my hypnotic dream in the Solomon Islands.
Whales? I shiver suddenly, as the memory of that sonic thrumming washes over me again. It is a memory as sharp and clear as the actual event. Or rather, the actual hypnotic dream.
Sonic thrumming, everything clear and sharp, a window into a universe of thought beyond one knowing.
"Damn!" I shout, jerking back from the desk.
"What? What is wrong with you?" Freddy puts down her book.
"Nothing, nothing at all, I was just thinking, uh, about whale evolution." But what really happened was this.
After I wrote the words, "Or rather, the actual hypnotic dream." I sort of just sat there thinking about nothing. Then I glanced down and discovered my hand was still writing. Without my knowing it!
My hand wrote the sentence about sonic thrumming all by itself!
Even as I write these comments, I feel it is an effort to divert the hand to write what my conscious mind wants to say.
So, what the hell, I'll let my unconscious have its say.
"Consider man's evolution. Selective evolutionary forces are conditions and events in the ambient environment modifying human behavior. Long-term modification of behavior patterns results in selective advantages to statistical genotypes.
Religion is the most powerful, persistent selective force in the formation of the modern domesticated human. Gods, witchcraft, and the supernatural have obsessed hominids from the most primitive moments of human consciousness. Gods, Spirits, Souls and all myths and other metaphysical concepts exist in the mental and physical behavior systems of hominids. Belief in them was an active selective force originating and defining humanity.
For this reason, the conceptual realm of metaphysics remained a persistent vector of hominid evolution. Consider the selective mechanism of The Inquisition or of the Holy Wars. Or of any war. Humans justify massive wars, as well as governmental mandates for almost any action, on religious grounds. God gives humans strength to fight and die. God provides a mandate for patriotism. So help me God.
Religion gives social groups a belief system assuring the members of the tribe are something special, different from other hominid groups. Their faith will be rewarded by God, if not now, then later; after death. Providing, of course, the hominids behave as required by the social, political control system. Accordingly, by the millions, humans allow themselves to perish to gain the mythological higher reward after death. Or, in some belief systems, fear of punishment after death.
In the Western World, during the dark ages, hominids were selected rigorously on the basis of fine points of dogma set forth by Church bureaucrats. Followers, believers, the faithful, lived. Rebels, thinkers, non-believers, died.
In Egypt and the Orient, selection was more direct. The local government leader was the personification or representative of God. Hominids in these geographic areas believed, obeyed or died.
In this evolutionary progression, belief systems formed the vectors for selection. Church leaders or Official Governmental Representatives of God, acting according to their internal displays of these vectors, cast the selective web over the populations of hominids. Leaders and followers were manifested along the belief vectors. As a result of many generations of this selectivity, wild hominids were filtered into a population of domestic hominids genetically predisposed to leader-follower chains of command.
The isolation of hominid populations by belief systems also served to foster the genetic selective process. When possible, nearby populations of hominids with other religious belief systems, were actively selected against (killed).
Leaders - the hominids at the apex of the pyramid of power - became the ultimate followers, herding the entire structure of cultural evolution towards the golden carrot. When leaders see the golden carrot, what exactly do they see? Here is the crux.
To comprehend the machinations of the Moirae, examine the golden carrot. There are a host of decoy viewpoints concealing the nature of hominid control networks. There is a way past these decoys, passing a thread of directionality through the defenses enthralling humanity..."
"What are you writing?" Asks Freddy. "You look so intense. Much too serious." She gets up and comes over towards me. Quickly I scribble.. "Whales. Remember the whales... but it is only a receding echo of the inner voice dictating something about how humanity has evolved.
The Evolutionary Lesson was just getting started.