Parable of the Sea Drop – A Story of Return, Unity & Spirit

Author’s Note

This parable came to me during a meditation on January 9, 1988. What began as a simple visualization of ocean waves soon unfolded into a deeper revelation—one that touched the very core of my being. Through the journey of a single drop of water, I was shown a profound truth about individuality, unity, and our eternal connection to both Source and one another.

Though the imagery is simple, the message is timeless: no matter how far we wander or how fragmented we may feel, we are never truly alone. We are always part of something greater.

I offer this story not as doctrine, but as a gift—from Spirit, through me, to you. May it speak to your heart as it did to mine.

Clyde Wayne

Parable of A Sea Drop

January 9, 1988

By Clyde Wayne

The ocean waves were crashing against the shore and throwing water upon the rocks. One great wave crashed against the shore so hard that it broke into thousands of drops of spray, flung high up into the air. As I looked at the highest peak of the spray and saw many tiny drops of sea water arcing high into the air. As I looked, my attention was drawn to one particular drop whose joy and excitement was so great as to be discernable. It was overjoyed at the experience of flying through the air and the freedom of being an individual sea drop—not associated with anyone else.

He said, “This is the highest I’ve ever been. It feels so good! I wish it could last forever! I already feel myself slowing down. I’m beginning to descend. Oh my! I’m over land. I’m not going to fall into the sea; I’m going to land on the beach. I’ve never been out of the sea before! What will I do?”

As I watched, the little drop fell faster and faster toward the ground. At last it crashed onto the sand and broke up into several parts. I could sense its panic.

“Oh no! Not only am I on land, I’m separated from parts of myself! I’ll never be whole again!”

Then the sea drop noticed that it was sinking down into the sand and nothing it could do could stop it from continuing to sink. Slowly it sank and even the daylight began to fade, and I could sense its fear of darkness in a strange place. But I also sensed a change in emotion. The little drop began to be aware that, to him, the sand was nothing more than a large collection of rocks! He could go around over and under them! They could bar his path but only momentarily. They could not stop him! But at the same time, he felt the same sensation as when he was in the air. He was being pulled downward.

I wonder what’s below, he thought. The sea has said on many occasions that the core under the crust of the earth was molten and extremely hot. Much hotter than a drop of sea water could stand. I wonder if I’ll wind up there and be destroyed? Oh, I wish that I was back in the sea!

And as the drop of water continued its downward journey, slipping around, over, and under grains of sand, he noticed that at certain turns he had encountered the parts of himself that had been separated. He began to feel better about being together again. This time, however, he felt more attuned to these parts of himself and much more appreciative of them and the role they played as part of him.

Then, suddenly, he felt himself come to a solid obstruction which he couldn’t identify. He felt in every direction—but it was the same—he couldn’t get past it. He still felt the downward pull, however, and felt himself begin to move—ever downward—along this solid, impenetrable surface.

As he continued his journey, he began to notice other drops of water around him and spoke to them, saying, “I can see that you are drops of water, but I perceive that there are subtle differences. Where are you from?”

One answered, “I’ve been a raindrop."

Another said, “I came from a river.”

Another said, “I’m from a lake.”

The sea drop said, “I am from the ocean. Where are each of you going?”

They answered, “We don’t know. Do you?”

The sea drop could only reply that he only knew what they knew—that they were still descending further and further underground. However, they all soon became aware that their number was growing.

The sea drop suggested that they join together and continue their journey as a group. All agreed, and no sooner had they joined than they realized they were traveling faster. But more than that—they felt a much deeper relation with each other—especially as they began to share their experiences.

The raindrop told of his time in a cloud high above the earth. He described the beauty of the mountains, hills, plains, and valleys. He had seen the sea, the lake, and the river. He had seen the seasons change and had traveled across much of the world.

The river drop told of flowing past cities, through wilderness, over farmland. One day, the river met a dam. Only the drops at the surface flowed over it. While waiting his turn, he decided to explore the riverbed and seeped downward—and that’s how he arrived.

The lake drop shared his experience in a calm wilderness lake, home to fish, frogs, and plants. The lake moved only with the tide—until one stormy day, a wave threw him onto shore. That’s how he ended up here.

Sea drop told his story, and they all marveled that though their experiences were vastly different, they were all, except for subtle differences, simply water.

As they discussed this new awareness, they each and collectively became aware of a greater presence. They were no longer surrounded by grains of sand, nor gliding along solid surfaces—they were suspended among millions like themselves. A warm presence enveloped them, and a voice spoke:

“Welcome, my children. I am your mother, the ocean. Each of you have gained much from your experiences. You have felt the excitement and freedom of being individuals, and yet at the same time, the gentle tug and sadness of being separated—uncertainty. You have felt anxiety over being lost and out of control. You have felt joy at discovering each other and the comfort of togetherness. You have experienced the need for and importance of unity and discovered the common thread that makes each one of you water.

“And more than that—you are now aware that though you differ in many ways, the only fact that counts is that you are all water. Upon your return here, you are now a part of and one with the ocean. Yet each one of you still maintains your unique individuality.

“There will come a time again when you will individualize as raindrops, sea drops, river drops, lake drops, and even well drops. You may be salty, briny, fresh, or pure—depending on your expression at that time. But you will always, I repeat, always be water. No matter where you go, what state of being or expression you are in, you are water. As water, you are one with all water. And all water is one with you. As I, the ocean, am one with all oceans—we are one, and at the same time, water.”

“Now I tell you an even deeper truth. All those times you felt broken, lost, and alone—I was aware of you. Being one with you, I experienced each emotion with you. I sent you my love. And even more than that, I knew of a law always in operation: ‘Water always seeks its own level.’ Therefore, I sent you peace. Even above all this, I knew you would return—because in the beginning, when water was created by the Universal Father, you were created with the purest, most sublime and eternal love. This perfect and loving law was established forever.”

“In addition to being one with all water, you are also one with the Father. He has given of Himself an essence that forever identifies you as water—and of the Father. No one can take that away from you. Accept this truth and ponder it while you are here as ocean.”

“I bid you welcome and peace. You are loved with a love eternal, and like all of the Father’s creation, you are one with Him. I, too, love you—and rejoice that after so many paths, you are with me again.”

Upon coming out of meditation, I knew that I had witnessed a parable that spoke to me—and to all of creation.

— Clyde Wayne