Tashī in the Shadow Edge of Goodbye: Master’s Level-1 Instructions on Tashī’s Passing – Pt. 2, Ch. 3

Master’s voice was deep and solemn, like the wind brushing over a quiet stream, sending ripples through the air.

Her hands were pressed together in reverence, fingers trembling slightly, lips parting to chant: “Tashī Dalāi, you will see a great light—this is the very essence of life. It is the Distant Radiance, that our Esoteric Lineage has passed down to us.”

She half-closed her eyes, allowing her gaze to drift toward Tashī’s sallow, withered face. Her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she herself was on the verge of peeling off from the physical body.

A dense heaviness permeated the space, thickening time itself, creating an invisible barrier that separated the living from the just passed-on.

A shudder coursed through me, raising every hair on my arms, pushing a sharp chill down my spine.

Then, I saw it.

A phenomenon!

I was sure Drakos saw it too. But could Master? She was only in the phase of a Pre-Master Mantra Chanter—was it possible that she had not yet gained the vision to perceive it?

Faint bands of golden-blue radiance began to rise around us, shimmering like morning light over a frozen lake.

The energy pulsed and shifted, forming a vertical pillar of luminescence, stretching slowly upward to the beams of the ceiling.

This had to be the first time I had ever had the ability to witness with my bare eyes.

Within the undulating glow, Tashī Dalāi’s soul materialized before us, a spectral wisp of pale smoke, drifting weightlessly in the air.

Could Tashī sense his own soul drifting above the ground?

His gaze was unfocused, uncertain, as though searching for something unseen.

Then, he saw them—his family. Their faces were indistinct blurs in the dim light, except for their eyes—

—His wife’s gaze was like a deep, unmoving lake, filled with endless sorrow and longing. Her lips quivered as if trying to form words that would not come. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, one after another.

—His mother’s eyes were hollow, unfocused, as if the grief had emptied her completely. Her shoulders trembled. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of her worn, faded robe, gripping it as if it were the last tangible thread of warmth left in her world.

—His father sat still on Lotus Meditation position, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His face, carved in stone, revealed no outward emotion—only the faint tremor at the corner of his eyes betrayed the flood contained within.

—But it was his child’s gaze that struck deepest—not only for Tashī Dalāi, but undeniably for me as well. The innocence in those wide, round eyes mirrored the ethereal dance of spirit and light. A small hand stretched forward, fingers grasping helplessly at the empty air, yearning to touch a father who had already slipped beyond reach.

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In the midst of this grief, my mind was dragged back to a memory—just days ago, during the avalanche, I had witnessed something similar.

The flickering image of an apparition emerged, resembling the Celestial Energy Wand, casting an otherworldly glow upon the lingering souls—and their veiled expressions.

Within the Lotus positions, light pulsed through each chakra point, threading through joints and even the unseen, virtual connections. The energy intensified, straining toward release, instinctively drawn to the pituitary point between our eyebrows.

It was in this precise moment—suspended between surrender and transcendence—that the soul aligned most perfectly for a seamless reincarnation.

I realized that the last sentence of instructions were planted on me as deep point of view, to my delights.

And now, here it was again, within this pillar of light, more intense than before. Subtle fluctuations of spirit energy shimmered, revealing multiple layers of spectral movement. Within this luminous tide, a delicate lotus imprint emerged, pulsing gently as it ascended.

Drakos and I stood at the threshold, silently observing as everything unfolded. Without realizing the trace of irreverence in my tone, a novice questioning a guru, I blurted out, “Master has yet to transcend beyond the pre-master stage of the Master Chanter. Can her incantations even reach Tashī’s understanding?”

Now appearing in his Novice form, Drakos turned his head slightly, meeting my gaze. He shook his head, rubbing his forehead with an expression unreadable. “That remains to be seen.”

With a sigh and a smirk, he added, “You’re overthinking, little one. Just watch—you’ll understand soon enough.”

Before I could respond, another force made itself known. A shift in energy.

From the heavens, an invisible thread of celestial consciousness descended. The Celestial Consciousness Energy Thread—a luminous filament, weightless as silk—drifted downward, spiraling gently around Tashī’s form.

Was this the guiding touch of the Lotus Master? Or was it something even greater, a manifestation of universal law?

“Let yourself merge with the light,” Master’s voice was a whisper now, carried on the currents of unseen forces.

“This radiance will lead you to liberation. Your mind will shed its earthly restraints and be truly free—”

Tashī hesitated. The floating yellow head that seemed to represent his soul shimmered above him, an enormous orb of light, almost blinding in its intensity.

His eyes, large and uncertain, reflected a deep confusion. The expression on his face was one of hesitation, as if trapped between two worlds, struggling to understand what was happening. His mind was not yet free, caught in a haze of not knowing what freedom truly meant. He turned toward his family once more.

“But… but I have not yet said goodbye.”

His hand reached outward—only to pass through the ethereal form of his wife’s tear-streaked face.

Drakos leaned closer to me. “What if he refuses to go?”

“Then that means Master’s training is not yet complete,” I replied.

Master’s chanting faltered for a brief moment. It was almost imperceptible, but I noticed. Had she sensed his resistance? Her eyelids fluttered slightly. She inhaled, then resumed her incantation—this time with a quicker, more urgent rhythm. The tremor in her voice betrayed a lingering doubt.

“…Tashī Dalāi, your soul has already parted from the body… you must move forward…”

Yet still, Tashī lingered. The light beckoned him forward, but he remained tethered, bound by love, by sorrow, by the weight of unfinished words.

Far beyond, the celestial energy pillar stretched higher, reaching toward the unseen realms. A new force stirred—

A vibrant emerald light arced through the void. The jade-colored energy radiated from a distant horizon, pulsing in rhythmic waves. This was it. The summons of the Lotus Master. The Jade Chakra Dragon coiled within its luminescent cocoon, awaiting Tashī’s arrival, its presence flickering like a celestial beacon.

The space trembled, a faint reverberation echoing from the depths of existence itself. A cosmic hum, low and omnipresent, resonated through the chamber.

The decision was his alone.

—The curtain of reality trembled, its edges blurring as if on the verge of closing.

But it had not yet fallen completely, leaving a fragile thread of connection to the world Tashī knew.

“Let yourself merge with the light,” Master repeated, his voice was a whisper now, carried on the currents of unseen forces.