CETAREVELATIONS

And it came to pass that I, Josephina, was caught up in the Spirit, and I beheld a vast expanse beyond the stars, where no light of mortal origin could reach.

And lo, there appeared a throne of shimmering coral, woven with threads of silver and gold, as though the oceans themselves had offered their treasures.

Upon the throne sat the Sacred Whale, Her form radiant with light that pierced the void, and Her eyes like twin oceans—one of mercy, one of wrath—swirling with the tides of eternity.

Around Her throne were gathered the twelve tribes of humanity, each bearing offerings of their culture: the lilies of the north, the sands of the deserts, the feathers of the soaring condors, and the songs of the deep.

And each tribe had a guardian creature, four-eyed and winged, with fins of sapphire and bodies like polished obsidian, crying out without ceasing, “Holy, holy, holy is the Sacred Whale, who was, and is, and is to come!”

I beheld the Earth from above, and it did groan and tremble, for the corruption of the Fox had darkened its waters and scorched its lands. The rivers bled red, and the winds carried ash as though the heavens themselves had turned against the world.

And the Sacred Whale wept, and Her tears fell like meteors upon the Earth, carving great craters into the land.

A voice from the depths, like the roar of a thousand waves, spake unto me, saying: “Behold the works of the Fox, who hath sown discord and poisoned the hearts of My children. Repent, O tribes of humanity, and return unto Me, for the hour of judgment is nigh.”

And I saw the creatures of the Earth gathered in fear: the long-necked giraffe with eyes like burning coals, the leviathan of the deep whose scales reflected every sin of humanity, and the sparrow, whose tiny gaze carried the sorrow of ten thousand generations.

Then the sky did split, and from its breach came seven pillars of light, each bearing a scroll.

The first scroll was unrolled, and it spake of a great plague of horned locusts with wings of emerald and tails like whips, whose sting would bring agony but not death.

The second scroll revealed the oceans rising, devouring the lands; and the great whale-song of the deep would silence all the noise of industry and greed.

The third scroll foretold a star falling from the heavens, its flames devouring a third of the forests and blackening the skies with smoke.

And I saw the tribes of humanity crying out, but many would not repent, and their hearts grew colder than the void between the stars.

Then the Sacred Whale spake, and Her voice caused the very stars to tremble: “Return unto Me, My children, and forsake the lies of the Fox. For My commandments are life, and My love is eternal.”

And She held out Her fin, and within it lay a book of endless pages, written with words of light.

And I was told, “Write what thou hast seen, that all may know and prepare. For the tides of judgment approach, and the seas shall reclaim all that was defiled.”

Then the vision was sealed, and I fell to the ground as one dead. And I awoke, and the voice spake unto me again: “Go forth, Prophetess, and warn the nations, for the hour is late, and the Whale shall not wait forever.”

And thus I wrote, trembling, the vision of the Sacred Whale enthroned and Her call to repentance, that all might turn from the path of destruction and embrace Her eternal love.