We had the room setup as usual.
I did the opening prayer at 8.40pm, turned out the light and
put the music on.
We started with the Rainbow Bridge Visualisation…
Liz found herself walking through marshy waterlogged grassland
towards what looked like a stony river with water rushing through it from a
waterfall. Liz decided to make it a smooth river so it was easier to cross and
on the other side found a vast stretch of sand and dunes going down to the sea
in the distance. It had a wonderful sense of space. Then coming towards her Liz
saw a young man with dark hair and beard carrying a coracle boat. He asked Liz
if she wanted to go out in the boat with him and she did so they went out to
sea. He put up a sail which looked like a large plastic fertiliser bag and then
turned into a proper sail. Liz felt very secure in this boat; it was like a
round tub bobbing on the sea. He asked Liz where did she want to go and she
thought at first France and then the Islands somewhere but they didn’t seem to
be going anywhere just this sense of endlessness, incredibly peaceful. It
became dark and the stars were brilliant. Liz wanted to get closer to them and
a rope ladder appeared which she started to climb but then realised she didn’t
need it, she could just fly to the stars. She felt like there were three or
four people holding her as she sailed upwards. It was an adventure, a journey
and she wasn’t quite sure where it was going just this sense of mystery, magic
and ascension…
I started off visualizing myself walking in a place I
regularly walk. There were horses to my left and then I crossed a bridge and
turned left. I decided to just watch myself turn left and disappear into the
distance while I as another part of myself carried on walking straight ahead
which I found very hard to do. It was as if I was stuck and each time I tried
to move forward I sprang back like I was on an elastic band. I asked a tree if
it could help me and it suggested I just focus on something in the distance and
I’ll be there. There was another tree ahead of me which I focused on and then
found myself there. I then saw an old white house in the distance and again got
there by focusing on it. I was on the roof of the house feeling I wanted to
meet somebody when I saw a busy city in the distance so got myself there.
People were walking hurriedly in all directions, not stopping, looking like a
blur. Then I spotted an old man sitting across the street and joined him there.
He looked up at me with kind eyes and told me he couldn’t understand why
everybody was always on the move as they were missing everything, their
attention was always focused on where they were going and they were missing the
passing scenery. I thought this was like what I had been doing. He went on to
explain how important it was in life to take in everything you experience and
not to keep your attention focused on just the end of each journey…
I put the music back on and we resumed the session…
I soon started seeing moving bright blobs and mists in the
room.
It looked lighter to my left.
The room then went a bluish colour.
Liz began to speak…
‘I’ve got golden
fleeces… sheep… I seem to be by the church where Sheila had her funeral… these
woolly fleeces, it’s something to do with Sheila and feeding the lambs. There’s
a spinning wheel, spinning a yarn, a shaggy sheep’s story, tails of light,
spinning a yarn and weaving a golden fleece to make a garment of light’
‘Semaphore, sign
language, tell it as it is, tell the truth… and that’s sign language, a
semaphore’
‘Got the name
Christabel’
‘I have pearly gates…
I wanted to ask for a clearer indication from someone of what happens when you
die to those we love. Where are they now, what happens… The answer is just the
difficulty of telling… of semaphore, of signs, but Sheila is referring to the
shaggy sheep stories, the pearly gates… Pearl seems to be important; it’s like
a nugget of light. It’s as if I’ve woken up on the inside of a cave or cavern
but I find there’s a whole world, a whole reality going on. Inside is like a
step from the outside but now I’m contained on the inside’
‘A woman with long
grey hair, she says her name is Catherine, she’s reminding me of a lady who
taught at school’
‘I have a sense of
being shown basket weaving; feeding the foxes, but there’s just things to do,
creative crafts… A sense of these lovely peaceful ladies serenely busy but in a
delightful and creative way, making things, spinning of golden fleeces, working
with pearl’
‘I get the feeling the
world we create inside becomes our new world when this outside has fallen away.
The importance of practising what we delight in… choirs and music, see those
strange pictures of angels with harps of gold and pearly gates, it’s the
semaphore, images brought to the outside of things in the inside, the music…
footsteps in the sand, the colours’
‘Sheila brought me to
that church again and I don’t know if we should have Fred on our healing list…
Silver… I get the feeling when you have gone beyond it is very difficult to convey
what it’s like. I keep asking for more information, Silver is here… like silver
shells and cockle shells’
‘I have a sense of
sitting in a meditation circle of people, this silver light pouring down into
this clearing and a sense of this incredible energy, magic. These are the holy
situations that are difficult to convey because you have to be there. It’s the
being there, being there and nowhere else, being there and everywhere. Being
where you are, very different from the confusion and mental state we are in on
the physical Earth, daily routines and thoughts, so much purer. It’s as if
we’ve taken off our head a clamp, headphones that are pouring out chatter and
instructions all the time. Suddenly take it off and just drink in perfect
peace, presence. Stepping out of a noisy market or theatre into the brilliant
light of the sun and the tranquillity of the fields, of the sea, that can’t
describe it’
‘I keep coming back to
an image of a bubble, it’s like the difference between seeing a bubble from the
outside and then suddenly being the bubble inside, experiencing it from the
inside’
‘I just get that image
of the walls and fences falling away. It’s like a wind just passing over them
and they’re just falling away’
‘Caroline, Caroline
was going to do something, some sketches, caught up in something else,
curtains, curtailed intention’
The music ended.
‘Silver says there
will be satisfaction, Satisfaction and that’s the note to end on’
Liz still had the lady with the long grey hair with her, she
was saying goodbye and Liz felt sad to see her go.
Once back with it Liz did the healing exercise, closing
prayer and our closing down exercise…
(Two days after this sitting we noticed that it was held one year to the day of Sheila's passing)
(Two days after this sitting we noticed that it was held one year to the day of Sheila's passing)