We had the room setup as last week and used the shorter
music CD.
This will now be our usual setup unless we decided to change
it again.
I did the opening prayer at 8.40pm, turned out the light and
put the first tune on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation.
Liz started off on a pavement, on the kerb. There were
puddles on the road and as Liz looked up she saw umbrellas everywhere, the road
was filled with people holding umbrellas. As Liz tried to cross she was swept along
in this sea of umbrellas and as it progressed the road petered out and seemed
to merge into a dessert landscape, endless sand. She then saw pyramids which as
she got closer looked more like white ziggurats. Liz was drawn towards them and
she felt hands drawing her up the steps to a doorway that was engraved with
patterns and signs. The hands pulled Liz through the door and she was suddenly
in this absolutely cool space full of darkness and stars. It was like a sense
of infinity, the whole universe all around her, an incredibly strange feeling
like falling in a well. Liz then found herself in a school with children
looking up at the stars and appreciating the infinity from the perspective of
the Earth and then looking through a telescope like a scientist. There seemed
to be a message in this and it was like there are so many ways to appreciate
infinity. The children were being shown the appreciation of infinity through
caterpillars and other creatures and looking at the trees and nature, a sense
of exploration. It was as if every bit of learning we do is a learning of
appreciation, a response to the great mystery of the universe, of infinity. Liz
found herself back in the road of umbrellas but she knew that the hands were
always there to pull her up and remind her and help with the understanding.
Standing under the universe but it was all inside her…
I started off floating amongst white clouds; they were
everywhere and looked like white candy floss. I wanted to know what they felt
like so touched one of them and it burst and disappeared like a popped balloon.
In its place was a man who looked like he was from India with a turban sitting
cross legged playing some sort of wind instrument, floating in the air. I
touched another cloud and again it burst this time leaving a large dog in its
place like a Great Dane and then another one burst after I touched it leaving a
white horse. Then all the clouds started to burst without me touching them and
soon I was surrounded by hundreds of people and animals all floating in this
void. I then noticed we all started to become connected by a thread which then
pulled us all together forming one huge mass of people and animals which then
turned into a bright white light like a star. Even though I was a part of this
I seemed to be observing it from outside and I could see other stars
surrounding it. They too became attached to this star by threads and were
pulled into it forming one massive bright white light floating in this void. I
tried to see it in more detail and as I looked I saw it was made up of all
these strands of connection and I could also see all the people and animals who
appeared to be oblivious that they were there as they were all going about
their normal everyday Earthly activities, walking, working, reading and I saw
Liz walking along the seafront looking at the sea and I even saw myself at home
working on the computer and other people I recognised all going about their
daily lives unaware that they were all connected and part of this bright white
light…
I put the music back on and we continued the session…
I soon started to see silver/blue blobs floating about in
front of me.
I had a pressure on my forehead which came and went during
the session.
Liz became very hot.
I felt a few tickles in my hair.
Liz was now feeling cold.
I also felt cold.
I was seeing a few dim flashes around the room.
A few minutes before the music finished I felt a change of
energy in the room.
It looked brighter, more charged and felt very dense.
When the music came to an end I verbalised that we would now
sit in silence and anyone was welcome to communicate.
Liz then said…
‘I feel like I’m
falling’
After a pause I asked…
‘Would it be okay to
ask a question?’
‘Yes’
Me… ‘Okay, you’re very
welcome. When the medium sits she feels a lot of presences around her, people
she recognises. I’m wondering if you could explain what it is she’s
experiencing when this happens?’
‘Memory… Right now the
process is incomplete… time, next time… Memory is a song unsung, available to
all, tapestry, field. Memory of the future, memory of the past, memory is the
mirror, faces, memory is the mirror learning to see who you are, these people
are always present, you can tap into them, glimpses, they are just connecting
cords to strands, resonances. Sometimes the strands light up, become visible
suddenly, it’s a resonance, tuning in to the song unsung so then it can be
heard again’
Me… ‘Are the people
that make up these memories aware that they are being remembered or have they
gone on to do other things and are not connected to these memories?’
‘They are not what you
think; they are both there and not there, both remembering their memories and
forgetting them. They like echoes, they can hear as you sing their song, they
too can hear and they may, they can be pulled into alignment. They are always
there but always not there, always in many places, hard to describe being one
and many. There are times, through a benefit of retrieval of the memory, it can
be rekindled with part of the entity that inhabited it so yes and no. Yes you
can frame it like that, yes those people are there, the people as they were at
a time when you may have known them or before you knew them but they are also
elsewhere so yes and no, they’re one and many, many and one, not only there but
everywhere. So it’s useful to describe the memory in its clothing of familiarity
but the love behind the memory is the active ingredient. Those that pass with
great love and stretch out through all times, those of great love is like a
very well-played, easily resonant string of a harp, it’s the one that always
sounds, the one that even a breath of wind can activate, so sensitive, so
responsive. Those are the faces, those are the people, those are the aspects of
memory, the one to be reinhabited to let you know, to remind you of the love,
to make you hear the unsung song which is always love and they come with that
message, with that purpose, with that meaning, it’s their nature, it’s the
connection. The only purpose of these presentations is to let you know that
love has survived, that love is’
Me… ‘When you speak to
me like this is it one person that is speaking or are you part of a team?’
‘It’s a memory
speaking, the speaking is the universal words from all of us through the
medium, or this one medium who is one and many, who is connected to all. The
words belong to all of us but through the channelling the flavour is mediated
through the channel’
Me… ‘Do you feel that
the way we are sitting now is the best way for this development of
communication or is there anything we can do to improve the way we sit?’
‘More spaces of
silence, more patience, to allow the transformation. There has to be a shifting
and it’s not always complete, not allowed enough time for completing. It will
get quicker, it is already getting quicker but if you intervene too quickly the
progress remains partial. With a little more patience we can allow for a
complete transition’
Me… ‘So should I wait
for more words to come through before I start to ask my own questions?’
‘That may help, that
may be helpful’
Me… ‘Yes that makes
sense’
‘Needing to reflect in
already specific signals to the altered state, these are physiological changes
that sign post the beginning of the readiness’
Me… ‘Maybe it would be
a good idea if I wait for you to ask me to ask questions. That way I’ll know
you’re ready’
‘That would be
sensible’
Me… ‘Okay I’ll do that
in future, that will give you time to settle in and make all the necessary
adjustments’
‘That would because
the medium is not quite sure what is happening’
Me… ‘You are still
doing very well, very pleased with the results’
‘There is a serpent, a
serpentine influence in the human mind and the desire to know definitively
things that cannot yet be known and that impetuous desire for definitive
knowledge curtailed the natural development of knowing. There is much uncertainty,
unpredictability in a very probabilistic shifting creative reality. To pin it
down can abort its optimum development process. That’s happened, that is
happening all the time because of impatience, the desire for certainty, it’s
been bred into the human intellect, it’s evolved in that way but it’s not
fixed, it can be loosened like unloosening the hair. That will lead to a
renewal, a regeneration, reshaping... “Ah love could thou and I with fate
conspire, to change this sorry scheme of things entire, would we not shatter it
to bits and then remould it nearer to heart’s desire” (from The Rubaiyat of
Omar Khayyam) …but we fixed it trying to
find the serpent prematurely, too soon, too inpatient’
Me… ‘Maybe there are
no certainties?’
‘No’
Me… ‘I guess we have
to learn to live happily with uncertainties and understand that we cannot know
everything. We can get glimpses and ideas of things but it’s all very fluid,
nothing is set in stone’
‘That’s true and you
take the image of the butterfly lover that becomes a collector and his
butterfly ends up pinned on a board. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the
butterfly, he loved it but he wanted to hold it, to capture it, to keep it in
one state and now he has it but it’s not flying there but the uncertainty holds
in it or is held in love, it which is the matrix and that holds everything and
even the temporary fixing, even the errors, even the mistakes, they are all
part of love and there’s nowhere the human race or any being, or any reality
any created aspect can go to be outside that love which is all. So the fear of
the individual aspect that becomes fixed through its fear of uncertainty, its
desire to be definitive, the fear is then that it is outside of that free
flowing, free flying love and doesn’t know how to get back, but it’s there, it’s
never been lost, it’s the unfixed. Become patient and in the fullness of time
all will be revealed that’s meant to be revealed, will be self-revealing…’
There was a pause.
‘I’ve been with the
little mother at Medjagorje. I’m glad to be with you now. Messages for many and
for Sister Angela, you might know me as John’
Me… ‘Okay, would you
like me to refer to you as John from now onwards?’
‘Sometimes, not
always, but now’
Me… ‘Now you are John.
Are you somebody I would recognise?’
‘No’
Me… ‘Are you somebody
that the medium would recognise?’
‘Yes’
Me… ‘Are you coming
through as your character on the Earth plane?’
‘Yes, that’s the
connection, there’s a memory’
Me… ‘Do you have any
memories of when you were on the Earth plane that you can talk about at all?’
‘Medjugorje, and the
great love of the mother, the miracles, the devotion. These phenomena reminders
resurfaced to link the human spirit again, to remember that they are all part
of love, that it has never left. We’ve come now to the end and a message to
relay to one and all that love enfolds the Earth in all beings for ever…’
Me… ‘Thank you for
that’
As Liz started to come back she had a strange feeling of a serpent
moving through her arms and hands, she couldn’t move for a while. She felt she
was getting re-embodied as she came back.
Once Liz felt back with it again I did the healing exercise,
closing prayer and closing down exercise.
Afterwards Liz felt that John was probably John Walsh someone
she had known and who was connected with the Edgar Cayce Centre