Purnima: Puddle Muddle

Here is the next part of Purnima (Book 7 of Waldmeer)

Twenty Mile Track

It was midweek and midwinter, and that meant that there were not many tourists in Waldmeer. It also meant, on this early morning, that Twenty Mile Track was deserted.

The track started on the beach, at Waldmeer Boathouse Cafe, continued over the swing bridge, and then followed the river into the forested Lelek hills. The river quickly thinned its waistline into a more manageable, bubbling, green-flanked waterway. The Purnima Passage clearing was at an early point of the track. There was no huge ball of light there today. It only lit up once a month. And only, Merlyn assumed, for those who had eyes to see. Whenever Merlyn passed through the clearing, to walk further along the track, she could sense its simmering power. Laying low; but definitely not absent. 

Every step, further into the Leleks, created a more meditative, receptive state of mind. The chattering water and moving greenness had a lulling effect on one’s consciousness. Trekking rhythmically along, through the puddles, Merlyn started singing a little song, in her mind, about the calming effect of the forest track.

Puddle, puddle,
muddle, muddle.

Muddled mind,
entangled tangle.

Puddle, puddle,
unmuddle the muddle.

Still mind,
untangle the tangle.

Puddle, puddle,
mind the mind.

Still mind.
Mind. Still.

After a while, she started to sing it aloud. She then thought about the difference between talking to oneself, in one’s mind, and talking to oneself, out loud. If you listen to someone talking to themselves, what they are saying is basically the same as what people are always saying to themselves in their own minds. The difference is generally not in the content, but that they are saying it aloud. The line between talking silently to oneself and talking those same thoughts out loud, unchecked and unawares, is the demarcation of sanity. If one wants to venture into extra-sensory experiences of life then one should have a very firm grip of that line. Otherwise, the fine line of sanity will be transgressed and the person may have a hard time retrieving it which explains why many “spiritual” groups are full of loonies.

As Merlyn sang her little song to the trees, they seemed to reach down and join in. The wind picked up. The water jumped joyously over the river rocks. The birds listened and then sang back their own version. The puddles squelched; happy to be gainfully employed. The waning moon peeked through the trees. The sun, although up, was not high enough to completely dominate the sky. The moon still had some glow as it edged towards the western horizon.

Merlyn recalled one of Guru Gadubanud’s comments that, no matter where it was its monthly cycle, the moon always has its face turned towards Earth. He said that the day it started to look away from us would be the beginning of our decline as we currently know it. She assumed that he meant a long way off. 

The moon always has its face to us, thought Merlyn, because that is part of its geometrically-perfect tracking-path around us. That, in turn, effects the Earth’s geometrically-perfect tracking-path around the sun. If, for some reason, in some distant day, the moon’s orbit of Earth was even slightly altered (by the endless possibility of things that can and probably do happen in the universe), then our planet would also slowly change its orbit around the sun. Over generations, the Earth’s population would adjust to the changes, gradually stop reproducing. and eventually humans would cease to exist. Probably, some other life forms would remain for much longer as many are more malleable than us.

These thoughts didn’t, in the slightest, seem distressing to Merlyn. In fact, she thought it was a rather gentle and kind way for humanity to eventually decline. Besides, if we can appear on a brilliant, blue gem of a planet, at some point in time and space, we can just as easily reappear somewhere else. Creation doesn’t stop. It changes. It’s the changes that help it to continue on its constant creative path.

On hearing a breaking branch, Merlyn turned around. She wondered if someone else was nearby. For a moment, a trace of fear passed through her body. It could be a little disconcerting, especially as a female, to be all alone in the woods. 

However, Merlyn quickly put her mind to rest with the logical thought, Given no one else is out here, if, by chance, I do stumble across someone, the likelihood of that one person being crazy is negligible. I’m probably the only crazy person out here! Anyway, on such a beautiful morning, in such a beautiful place, I only have space to think about this,

Puddle, puddle
muddle, muddle.

Muddle mind,
entangled tangle.

Puddle, puddle,
unmuddle the muddle.

Still mind,
untangle the tangle.

Puddle, puddle,
mind the mind.

Still mind.
Mind. Still.

More than an engaging story, the Waldmeer Series is a doorway to personal and spiritual growth. Waldmeer is an idyllic coastal village with stunning natural beauty. It is a place of healing with its quiet, repetitive rhythm and has remained relatively undamaged by the outside world. The simple events of Waldmeer belie the far more complex events of the interdimensional worlds. These worlds meet and merge.

Waldmeer (Book 1) There is a great deal of fantasy in real life and real in fantasy. Waldmeer starts with the ending of one relationship and the beginning of another. It takes courage to tread one’s own course, but only at the beginning of each new stage. We hope that we are safe, but we are not yet sure.

Together (Book 2) The spiritual path is very practical and relevant. This is particularly so in our personal relationships which have more power to change us than anything else. Every relationship is a love lesson. Relationships are complex and multifaceted. They form, disintegrate, and reform based on problems, growth, destiny, and Divine assistance.

Circles of Separation (Book 3) Amira and some of her friends from Waldmeer continue their search for healing and happiness in Circles of Separation. Existence is much more than we can physically see. Our potential, in every way, is far greater than we understand. Spiritual reality is always pushing us towards evolution, healing, love, and freedom.

Faith (Book 4) What does the spiritual journey matter other than it transforms our lives? Nowhere is this more obvious than in our personal relationships. Love can never be lost. It is not exclusive. Life is precious and should be lived with purpose and courage. It is not only possible but essential that we learn how to turn our human experience into a happy and harmonious one.

Pittown (Book 5) In amongst the momentary glory and inevitable change is the unrelenting, ferocious desire to express the soul through a limited body in the hope that it can bring some peace to a painful inner and outer world. Along with all the dirty work, there is also love. Along with all the dirty dancing, there is also purity. Along with all the hatred, hurt, and anger, there is also healing.

Prana (Book 6) Spine up. Step up. Close up. Burn up.

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