Purnima: What We Must Keep

Here is the next (and second last) part of Purnima (Book 7 of Waldmeer).

Dark and Deep

In Waldmeer:

On the way home from Ajna Temple, on November Purnima, Merlyn suddenly knew what to do about Stone Ground. Since her return from Borderfirma, she had been staying at Malik’s house because, due to her long absence, the owners of her flat had given it to seasonal renters who were in abundance now that the weather was warmer. Instead of driving back to Malik’s cottage and falling into bed, she parked at the entrance of Twenty Mile Track. 

The full moon didn’t have a chance with thick cloud cover and the tree canopy acting as a second light blocker. It was dark. In the country, it can be so dark that you can’t even see your hand. Merlyn slowly picked her way along the rocky track. She was careful to avoid the mossy rocks next to the riverbank. Eventually, she spotted the glow of Purnima Passage.

In Borderfirma:

The palace grounds were deserted. It was late at night and no one knew that Merlyn was coming. She quickly found her familiar spot next to Stone Ground and settled into a deep meditation. The monk’s words became her mantra. 

Get rid of everything – except your love. 
Get rid of everything – except your love. 
Keep only that.
Keep only that. 
Keep only that.

Deep, deep, deeper into the centre of Stone Ground, the centre of herself, the centre of creation, the centre of devotion, the centre of love.

I thought that the most important love was for the Divine, Merlyn said to herself. It’s not. The Divine is inevitable, inescapable. It doesn’t need love; it is love – in all its tiny, grand, whispering, explosive, destructive, birthing ways. The most important love is for people. They are what we must keep. 


When a soul leaves a body gracefully, it, knowingly or unknowingly, lowers its life intensity enough so that it can exit the physical body with minimal drama. Elderly folk, who manage to pass on peacefully, go through a process of gradually and progressively diminishing their life energy. They come and go, exiting and returning, until they finally don’t return again. It is common to see old people sitting in their chair, barely there, and then they will spring back to life until, one day, the back and forth is done. This is a good way to die. It carries the least amount of karmic refuse and allows the individual to move forward with less drag.

When a life is thrown from its body suddenly (by accident), or semi-suddenly (by an untimely illness), or unwillingly (by resisting death) there is damage to the system because the life-force was not prepared to leave. The exiting soul will struggle to make sense of where it is and what it is supposed to do next. 

It is a great gift to help someone crossover well. The person leaving will benefit from a clearer, cleaner, calmer post-Earth path. When people die, they essentially follow their instincts and leanings. Most of their human associations and attachments disintegrate. They are pulled, pushed, and drawn by their inherent tendencies. Advanced souls have a more conscious and intentional path after their passing.

Occasionally, spiritual seekers, on Earth, with totally healthy and strong bodies consciously leave their physical structure through a process of lowering their life force so significantly that they slip out of their body. As a result, their body dies. Their soul joins with the infinite ocean of creative power. This process is called mahasamadhi.

As Merlyn went deeper into her meditation, she lost sight of the bonds tying her to both Earth and Borderfirma. She merged with the past, present, and future force of Stone Ground, Floating Cave, and all the mystics who fed the Lowlands energetic systems. Time became meaningless. Space both collapsed and expanded. Matter merged together in one unbroken flow of luminosity. 


“Come back. Come back,” said a voice. “You are going too far away.”

The voice was like a rope. It wound itself around Merlyn’s mind and pulled her up. Up and up, into the daylight. She opened her eyes. It was first light. Thin beams of crystal white bounced off Stone Ground and continued on into the early morning freshness. Odin was peering at her.

“I’ve been here all night,” said Odin. “The monk told me to come.”

Merlyn stood up unsteadily, leaned on the rock, and ran her hand down its smooth surface.

“Look,” said Merlyn. “The crack in Stone Ground has almost completely joined.”

“Where is your ring?” asked Odin.

“In the rock,” said Merlyn.

“The snakes were here last night,” said Odin uncomfortably. 

He had a fear of snakes. He never talked about it, but everyone knew.

“Were they?” asked Merlyn. 

She was used to the cobras sitting near her during her month of sadhana next to the rock. At first, they frightened her too. With time, she realised that they meant no harm. On the contrary, they meant good. Most of the time, they looked like they were just casually lying in the sun but then, if the occasional python appeared, the cobras made a protective wall between Merlyn and the intruding python. 

“Which ones were here?” asked Merlyn.

“Both,” said Odin nervously.

Merlyn smiled. Knowing Odin’s fear of them, he was brave to keep watch over her. Odin shook at the memory of them and an object fell from his pocket. It was Gabriel’s ashes.

“I thought you put Gabriel’s ashes to rest in the Great Valley, three months ago,” said Merlyn.

“I was going to,” said Odin, “but every time I went to do it, something stopped me. I didn’t know if it was him wanting to stay or me not wanting to throw him back to the soil.”

“It’s not good to keep him here,” said Merlyn. “Gabriel is not evolved enough to have a conscious choice about where his spirit will go after death. The dead can cling to where they came from for too long if they don’t know what else to do or if someone is willing them to be there. He needs to be put to rest properly so that his journey will continue in the right way.”

At that moment, one of the cobras slide half-way up Stone Ground. Odin jumped and the tin of ashes went flying, hit the rock, lost its lid, and Gabriel’s ashy-body fell into the last remaining crack of Stone Ground. The sun reached the horizon, sent a yellow beam of light onto the rock, and Stone Ground completely closed with Gabriel’s ashes inside.

“Is that alright?” asked Odin concerned that he may have inadvertently sent Gabriel to the wrong place.

Merlyn placed her hand on the rock and said, “Yes, it’s alright. His life-force has contributed to the healing of Stone Ground. The ring will direct him out and on his way to the Homeland where he belongs.”

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