Way of the Whale 1st edition

"When I was three years old, I was kidnapped and bound, ripped from my home, and forced to do tricks for the amusement of Others."

A rogue killer whale has been hidden in the rear pool of a theme park. When a baby orca is placed in the holding tank beside him, he knows that the little one's life is about to change forever. The older whale has just one night to pass down the hard-won lessons of his experience and to seize an unexpected chance for love and redemption. But will he be able to impart the wisdom of the Ancestors before it's too late?

Linda Peters draws on our fascination with the mysteries of the sea to weave an inspirational tale of hope and healing for all captive creatures. The orca whale in this metaphysical novel is more than just an employee and performer for a profit-driven corporation. He is a spiritual teacher tasked with spreading ancient truths. Part self-help book and part psychological thriller, this story of personal transformation will speak to anyone who has ever felt trapped and alone, and needed some help to find a way out.

Excerpt:

Prologue

I watched the Others separate the little orca from his mother. I witnessed the struggle, the clever distraction, the emotional damage that remained after the nets and poles had been put away.

It's not often that I have a visitor, that another killer whale is placed in the adjoining pool for any length of time. This anxious little one was patrolling the perimeter, looking for a way out and sending disturbed drops of water in my direction. I could feel that he was scared, that he was reluctant to speak, that he was uneasy about being trapped next to a much bigger male. I stared through the steel bars that separated us and looked for an opening. I connected with my truth, connected with my ancestors, connected with the calmness in my heart and started to softly sing to him.

Abandonment

Don't fret, little one. I know it seems that you have been isolated, abandoned by someone you thought could keep you safe. But it only seems that you are alone. I'm right here and I want to help you through this. I want to help prepare you for whatever might come next.

When we are young, we are full of righteous energy. We swim fast and strong. We think we can control our fates, by sheer force of will. We sing a lot but we forget to listen. We get caught in situations where the solution to our problem is swimming right in front of us, but in all the chaos, all the confusion, it is barely visible. It is possible to miss the answer, to forego comfort, to wonder why we've been left to our own devices and not given the support that we deserve.

You're crying for your mother but she isn't responding. You hear her cells moving through the water, you hear her breathing, you know she is there, in front of the stage, in a part of the world where we are supposed to perform, but something has changed. Your primary bond has been broken. You have been taken away and isolated, trapped in a small pool all by yourself.

But I'm here, little one, and I want to take care of you. I want to help you decide what kind of whale you will become...