He swam and
played in bliss until time moved on, and it was time for
the dolphins to move on with the tide. Jonathan hauled
himself out of the water; the dolphins pointed their
noses toward him in salutation, turned on their tails and
flipped away. Jonathan waved farewell, thanked them
and promised to return one day.
The boat and the plane
took him home.
Jonathan couldn’t wait to visit his friends at the
pleasure park. He crouched at the side of the pool to
share with them his encounter with their wild cousins.
The dolphin took some time to come and present
himself. Jonathan, at first oblivious to this change, told
him all about his adventure. The dolphin listened and
sank to the bottom of the pool, surfaced again and
turned sadly away.
Jonathan felt the pain, the longing,
the loneliness, the suffering and the captivity. He
crouched at the edge of the pool and wept. His tears
dropped into the water. Immediately the brother and sister
appeared, and the three gazed at him, saddened by his
sorrow. They went through the motions of diving and
swimming for him, but there was a painful vitality to
their routine.
Jonathan spoke to their keepers about their sadness;
he explained that they should be set free. They nodded
in agreement but it was beyond their power.
He wrote to the authorities, he wrote to the papers, he spoke on the
news. Wild dolphins are wild, they need to be free. The
papers printed his story and called him the dolphin boy.
The power aligned behind his cause. People demanded
change. They stopped attending the dolphin displays,
the stands were empty, and the park lost money; so
Jonathan had his way.
He boarded the plane; so did his three friends. He
took them to the island. Heading straight for the shore,
he called out to his wild mates. The surf bubbled, rippled
and ripped apart with the excitement of anticipation.
The wild dolphins were hurrying to greet their long lost
cousins and welcome them back to the wild. He released
his friends. Shy at first of the ocean, they needed a little
encouragement. Jonathan waded into the surf with
them. After a short while they responded to the calls of
their cousins and swam out to join them.
The fisherman took Jonathan out in his boat and
they followed the school. They were free. Jonathan
dived from the boat and swam with them. They encircled
him and played with him for an age and their rapture
penetrated his soul. Then time moved on and they all
swam off on the tide, all save three. Three remained and
followed the boat back to shore. “Take us, we’ll come
back with you, we’ll help others like you. Just for a year,
then return us to the ocean,” they sang.
So they came with Jonathan and he took them to the
pleasure park.
Word spread, the newspapers came, the
television came and the crowds flocked to the stands;
the park was thriving again. Three dolphins had come to
stay for a year; they swam and leaped, infecting the
crowds with the joy of the wild. The families came and
the people healed, and the year passed.
Jonathan did as he had promised and returned the
dolphins to the ocean. Their family was there to greet
them all. Again he swam amongst them and again three
more presented themselves to him saying, “It’s our turn
now, take us, we’ll help, we’ll come for this year, but only
one year, then return us to the ocean.”
Year after year it continued. Three dolphins would
surrender themselves, to connect the people to nature,
to the rhythms of the wild. The human race could borrow
the dolphins, just for a while. The ocean would release
the dolphins, for a certain time, in an attempt to bring
all the worlds into harmony.
Jonathan continued his lifework. He was the
guardian of the dolphins, he ran the pleasure park, he
helped heal those who were stuck in their sadness.
He was the dolphin man, connecting society with
the voice of the wild.
At the pleasure park, people now
learned that nature would always provide for their deepest
needs, but that mankind must give back. Borrow, not
steal or take away, for then nature could always provide
with abundance.
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