At first this was a fun idea, but it began to circle in my head that perhaps he could be right. Some days later, while chatting with a girlfriend of mine, on the spur of the moment plan, the three of us decided to enter into a private chat using our ICQ programs and see what developed. Almost immediately, my keyboard began its repetitive "E" entries. It had by now become comical to me and I found myself laughing at the oddity of it! I had often joked that my keyboard was possessed and now it looked just like that. But, seeking to find some sort of answer, I calmed myself and allowed my hands (fingers) to follow their own volition. My girlfriend began asking simple questions like: 'if anyone was trying to make contact with us,' etc. At this point the typing was totally out of my control. I could feel my fingers moving, but, my arms seemed weight-less and moved and hovered over the keyboard as my fingers typed hundreds and hundreds of 'E's, of both upper and lower case. It did not appear to be making any sense at all until in the midst of all those 'E's, two words appeared - Star seed. [There may have been more words, but I cannot recall them. Fortunately, it is still saved in my old computer.]

I do not recall how long all this took (it had to have been a matter of several minutes, at least). But, I began to feel very tired and heavy, so I told my friends that I needed to stop. This was not easy to do. Stopping my fingers from typing took strong will power on my part. It became a force of wills. The 'entity' was on a roll and did not want to give up the keyboard that easily. [That incident explained much of what I had been experiencing the weeks prior. The overwhelming need to communicate (although, I didn't know what).] My girl friend was still asking questions of 'us' (what was the name, and what was their relationship to me) as I resumed 'mediating' (asserting my identity in order to do this). The entity was a he and he responded (via me) that he was named Edward (or at least what I felt/heard to be a name not altogether unfamiliar in our language as Edward). [That is the phonetic sound of his name. The spelling is probably different, and maybe spelling is not important at all!] So, I called him Edward. It became apparent that I was being used as his instrument to communicate not only his joy and playfulness, but his despair and pain at the awful treatment of dolphins and whales by mankind. I was in tears when I felt his 'words' (in truth they were images that I felt/saw) that our sister and brother dolphins were being slaughtered needlessly - and by MAN-kin of all creatures. I felt an inner implosion of my soul as I felt his pain and knew it to be mine, too. [Some days later, I shared with the first friend, that it made me somewhat nervous to recall what had happened. It was eerie in more ways than one. The feelings that I felt during this experience are still with me today. The cognizant 'exchange' that occurred between 'Edward' and me after I stopped myself from typing, and began 'listening' to him (inside me) is the only personal validation I need, that we had been contacted by a entity of dolphin spirit.]

He also passed on that I was his 'sister' (in retrospect, I wonder what my brothers and sisters would say to that...lol). The main purpose of his contact had been to find a voice-piece to protest the killing of cetaceans. It became obvious to me that I was also being 'reminded' that our kinship (man and cetacean) is ancient and most valid. We are brothers and sisters under the skin...literally.

I must admit, at that time and for some time later, I was left totally at a loss. I had no means by which to become a visible, much less a viable voice-piece. However, that has turned out to not be quite true. For avenues have begun to open up. One being this very mode - the Internet! In addition, I discovered that my present server offers free web-space for non-commercial and non-profit web-sites. Well, I am most certainly not seeking profit (other than heart sharing). So, viola, I am online! *S*

Shortly after this eye and heart-opening experience, I shared with a very select few, that I felt I could trust with this story, and was pleased to not be termed a complete nut. In fact, another dear friend, has gently teased me ever since, if I have heard from E (as we nicknamed Edward, later) lately. I put out feelers to a few others to see what their reactions might be and I got mixed results. One, most close to me, has never acknowledged whether he believes it or not. In sharing with the two friends involved with this experience (individually, for we never entered a 3-way private chat for this purpose, again) at different times when the topic came up, we put some pieces together that validated parts of our experience. (I feel my friends were very important catalysts in this event.) One outstanding clue was the letter 'E.' Seen in the rapid succession that Edward caused these letters to appear on our screens, they are what would appear if one were to type in the sounds dolphins make when they are talking excitedly. The speed in which they were being entered was incredible, and yet very fluid-like. Again, the 'E' was another clue (in the previous episodes with my keyboard) it always followed a *S* (Smile). How appropriate! Ever seen a dolphin frowning? *G*

While the entire event was truly marvelous, part of his message was somber, indeed. Thus, when I discovered the above graphic while browsing for dolphin pictures, I HAD to use it to illustrate my Edward. There is a gentle, yet firm stance about this particular dolphin graphic. It has the appearance of a sentry or usher (as at a entryway). And, one cannot miss the hint that he has an extraterrestrial appearance, too.

Early one morning, I was in that almost awake sleep mode when one wakes and is alert enough, but, the body refuses to get out of bed, when Edward came to me one last time. It was as if he was making a 'wake-up' call. He wanted me to know that he was leaving our plane (Earth). He had planted the seed of his message and now had to resume his purpose elsewhere. The vision came to me of him ascending via a portal deep in the starry realm, we know as the Pleiades. He 'told' me that we would meet again (as we always had) when ascension-ability was completed for those still on this plane that had lost this ability. As he began his ascension I saw his point of destination: II...II Those familiar with those symbols will know of what I speak of. That is the next point of entry for ascending. [I will write more on that topic at a later time.]

I felt a pang of loss as he faded from my mind's vision. I am not sure I even responded to him. I think he knew, though. For that is the dolphin way...no words are required. In all of ancient and modern writings and the cataloging of words and definitions, there is none that can compare to the rich palette of imagery possessed by these wonderful representations of Soul Kindred - our Dolphin Sisters and Brothers.

My journey with dolphin kin continues, as I meet more on a daily basis. Beautiful souls, each adding a note here, a note there, and oft times entire symphonies of harmonic chords. In Dolphin speech they remind us how greatly we are loved.