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 did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise…
Liz started off with snail trails, silver zig-zagging trails
through beautiful flooded marshland. She was following it but finding it
difficult to follow the meanders of these snaking trails so she decided to just
go straight like an arrow and found herself on a wire like a strand of spider
web that went straight along these trails. Then she realised she didn’t need a
wire at all, she could just fly close to the ground. Then as Liz was flying she
suddenly realised the journey was illusory because she was already at the end
of it, she was already there, she was all of it. It was this feeling of being
connected, standing still like a spider at the centre of a web, all these
threads emanating from her connected to everything, not a vibration or anything
could pass without her knowing. Everything that happened couldn’t happen
without her. Then she found herself in a field looking at clovers and dandelion
clocks and then seemed to be with the clouds in the sky looking at all creation
but there was a question mark. She found herself climbing a silver ladder,
pulling herself up. It was hanging from nowhere in the middle of nowhere, just
this sense of ascending up and up. Liz suddenly realised again that there was
nowhere to climb to, she was already there and it was illusory. Again the sense
that the journey was an illusion, a construct because she wasn’t going anywhere
she was already there at the centre of everything. The sense of being the whole
being, the ‘I am’ It was as if Liz had found herself in a Chinese painting with
this absolute simplicity as if form had been striped to bare essentials of
being but what was beautiful was the aesthetics, the shear majesty and beauty
of the moment, of the cloud, the clover, the dandelion clock and that was the
perfection of the moment, absolute bare simplicity. That was the meaning of the
illusory journey…
I started off on a push bike cycling along a very narrow
cobbled street. It was dark and street lamps lit up where I was but I couldn’t
see very far ahead. All I could see was the lit up silvery surface of the
cobbled street and the edges of the pavements each side of me. I had a feeling
there were people watching me from the pavements but I couldn’t see them in the
dark. I kept going forwards into the darkness ahead and the street remained
dead straight and flat. I looked up and saw stars and planets and again got the
feeling there were people on them looking down at me. Suddenly the street began
to slope downwards and my bike began accelerating. There were no brakes on it
so I just held on as it got faster and faster as the street sloped steeper and
steeper until it was a shear drop and I took off, literally falling off the
face of the Earth. The bike sprouted wings and I flew out into space heading
for the moon. I landed on it and came to a halt in a cloud of dust. Looking
round at the uneven cratered surface I saw other people also on bikes up in the
mountains. They joined me and we all looked out at the Earth. I noticed sparks
of light coming off it heading towards other planets and stars and realised
these were also people on bikes...
I put the music back on and we continued the session.
I had a pressure around my right ear.
The room started to look lighter to me and then became
bright and blobby.
Liz had a sense of somebody with her and a sense that she
was moving aside for them.
She felt it was Mary and later thought that it could be her
grandmother as there were other things that came through later connected with
her.
Liz continued…
‘I’ve got the words…
Careful as you say it… it’s a train set, testify, moving objects, it’s an
objective reality… it’s sad to see… a public space, a pinnacle of power and sovereignty’
‘A message connected
with Corinthians, to do with the difference between power and love, that to have
all the gifts and to capture the minds and admiration of men but without having
love that is all vain glory. The key to it all is love and to understand love
is to know the perfection of a flower. Love is in the rejoicing of the
perfection in the sense that the lover being in love doesn’t notice the
blemishes, the transitory imperfection, he holds the picture of the whole being
in love, the perfection of the whole, he sees the potential. Coming back to
Earth with a bang the lover begins to see the flaws and the imperfections and
the cracks and the dissonances and the divisions and the differences and the
stresses and strains and the pulling apart. In the heavenly state, in the blissful
state of love he sees the whole, the perfection of being’
‘Blake’s poem captures
that feeling… O rose thou art sick, the invisible worm that flies in the night,
in the howling storm has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret
love doth thy life destroy… The rose being the symbol of perfection and the
worm being the symbol of discontent, of dissatisfaction that pervades out
physical reality, the negativities’
‘So how to hold onto
that..? Contemplate the perfection of the rose, the perfect blue of the sky,
the perfect balance of the seed in the dandelion clock, the perfect flight of
the bird, of the bumble bee… To see in another person a miracle’
‘Hodges, like a
picture of a hedgehog… collapse… sense of something being carefully sculptured,
scalloped… potter, it’s taking me to a potter’s wheel’
‘Got the name Winifred’
‘Rosary… Tongland…’
‘It’s like I’m seeing
a zoo, lots of animals, it’s like a clouded leopard… got the word courage…
Peter…’
‘I get a sense of
entering this library with warm coloured oak panels, quite old, switching
between light switches and candles. Volumes of Dickins… seem to be many
authors, Dostoyevsky, social reformers wrote about the iniquities of their
time, brought it to the attention, brought it out in the open, talked about it’
‘Not easy… feel as if
I’m on a rocking boat, rocking ship keeling over, trying to keep balance, setting
sights on an island ahead or a star, a land mark or a sky mark, a focus and the
rocking stops. A focal point draws all the energies together, brings them into
harmony, into an awareness, cognisance. Then from being tossed about on the sea
the entity can become self-sustained, centred, actualized’
‘I see a globe, a
globe of the world that children have on a stand but they just look dull and
difficult to read or understand until the light is switched on and suddenly the
globe is illuminated and then all the continents, the names of them all come to
life and can be read. It’s all there when the light is switched off it just
looks like a flat surface, can’t see the contours and the detail… It’s like
that with knowledge, it’s all there just waits for the inner light to be
switched on for the seeing to see it and know it. The illumination is from within;
you have to go within to switch on that light’
‘Got the words
semaphore and pasaydan. Somebody saying please let me off, public spaces,
rosewood and bryony… popular spaces. To
be like William Makepeace, Digby Stuart’
‘I was asking if
anybody wanted to say anything and I got this feeling of fresh clean lemon
scented linen, clean sheets on a bed, clean clothes. To dress in fresh clean
linen, a sense of refreshment, purging oneself, cleansing, renewal, to purify,
a feeling of lying down in a clean bed after bathing before any work of a
spiritual nature, seeming to perceive on the inner planes or even on the outer,
truly there needs to be the cleansing, the purification, washing away all the
presumptions, all the concerns, all the trivia, all the stains, all the
blemishes. Then thoroughly tired and weary at the end of the day can lay down
in the fresh clean linen of the bed and wait for sleep to come and in that
sleep new knowledge, new understanding can be felt, can be seen, can be
entertained… new wine in clean bottles’
The music ended.
Liz was quiet for a while and I started to call her back.
As she came back she said she saw a group of figures
climbing a mountain. It was like the Sermon on the Mount, they were all dressed
in robes. She got the words… Blessed are the peacemakers.
Liz was having trouble coming back. She felt her body was
asleep and her hands and arms felt locked for a while. She had a feeling of not
being quite realigned.
I did the healing exercise, closing prayer and closing down
exercise by which time Liz was fully back with it.
She had remained awake during the session whereas I’d
dropped off a few times.