We had the room setup as usual.
Liz had her pen and pad with her this week
in case she felt inspired to do any writing.
I did the opening prayer at 8.10pm, turned
out the light and put the music on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation
exercise...
Liz found herself in a red brick walled
garden with muticoloured wall flowers everywhere giving off a beautiful smell.
There was a tall wrought iron gate ahead of her at the other end of the garden.
Liz walked through it and found herself facing a huge fountain like a wedding
cake with tiers like last week. It looked solid with white water. There were
fairies, angels and other beings connected with it and then it turned into a
crystal staircase, a pillar going up and up like a bean stalk. It was
crystalised and Liz wanted to climb up it with all these beings that were
climbing up and down. It was like a white wrought iron spiral staircase. Liz
went up and up and it seemed to go on and on forever. Liz got to a point where
she was waiting for something different to happen then suddenly it was like the
staircase unfolded and opened out into giant petals. Liz stepped out onto a
landing of petals. She found herself in a circle of beings sitting in front of
an enormous diamond that was colourless but all of its faces had rainbow
refractions in them like prisms with more prisms inside of them, it was
endless. Within each face were more faces that went on and on. It was like
potential realities being held in this potential state by holding a focus, this
potential universe in abeyance, a multitude of colours, worlds and universes.
Liz became aware that she couldn't hold the concentration on them for very
long, she was flying off like a butterfly. The diamond was the bud that held
the potential of all being, all universes but at the same time Liz was aware
that it was only one level, there were further levels but Liz had got off at a
convenient platform...
I found myself underwater looking at
jellyfish going up and down when a line of tadpoles went swimming past looking
like a long snake weaving around the seaweed. As the last tadpole went past I
grabbed hold of it and followed them all through the water. I felt like I was
one of them. They started to go down deeper into the sea which got darker and
darker then each tadpole started to glow. They now looked like a long pearl
necklace and I started glowing too, we were all getting brighter and brighter.
All the tadpoles split up going their separate ways and I watched them looking
like stars in the sky. Then I felt like I was waking up from a dream and found
myself laying on grass looking up at the sky. It was night time and I could see
the stars looking just like the tadpoles. I got the feeling I was connected to
all the stars and felt the light from them coming down to me making me shine
like the stars and I felt like I was one of the stars. I looked around and saw
other people shining and looking up at the stars. We all then got up, joined
hands and began dancing in a circle as we watched the stars getting brighter
and brighter above and within us...
I put the music back on and we continued
our session...
I was noticing a lot of light and flashes
behind me and the room started to look brighter.
I started to get bright blobs in front of
me coming and going. One of them formed into the shape of a large ornate chair
like a throne. It was very bright and I sensed someone was sitting on it who
then stood up with their arms outstretched towards me. I felt it was a bishop
and then I got the name Desmond Tutu before the image slowly faded.
Liz had her pad on her lap and wrote a few
words, names and phrases but she didn't feel the control of her arm as strong
as it had been last Wednesday.
After the music finished Liz began to speak...
'It's like a Spring bank, bluebells...
blues and pale yellows... got the name Margo... seem to be on a rough concrete
path, maybe a farm path. I've got metal wheels without tyres and a picture of
wooden clogs. It's like a cement factory, bricks, quarrying chalk, very white'
'A picture of a slim tall man with a dark
beard teaching some women. I think he's teaching them to write, they're trying
to pull themselves up, to educate themselves. I think that might be Steven.
It's a feeling they were doing it on the side, they were meant to be working'
'A steam train... Pellegra'
'I see a little black dog like a spaniel
trotting along this concrete path'
'I see an image of somebody hanging'
'Felicity'
'The old lady who lived in a shoe, hobble,
hobble... someone's upset'
'A coach load of tourists... Hubble bubble,
toil and trouble... bonnie prince Charlie'
'I'm seeing this lady in Salisbury
cathedral wrapping a bunch of flowers... a man in a tall hat... a coach and
horses, a carriage'
'An apple tree... wicker baskets, fence...
a couple of ducks'
'Rainbow... big rainbow over a church, a
gateway... bells'
'A driver in uniform, top hat'
'Looking over fields, like I'm going up in
a balloon looking over a patchwork of fields saying goodbye'
'Someone said crusade... a crusade for
truth'
'A milkmaid and status quo, settling down'
'Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet...'
'I seem to be getting these pictures that
relate to different people, now I've got tyres...'
'I think I'm going through somebody's
series of lives, a sense of rushing along... the feeling of the very slow
progression, repeating patterns, gradual change, incremental changes. Crusade
for truth could be an underlying thread but its eked out... like a thread that
gets lost, it's there, it keeps surfacing but then it goes underground. A
thread that's holding these lives together. It is a pathway, the overall quest
gets lost in the minutiae every day. The crusade for truth seems like a flaming
sword, I guess it's trying to come through but it's not without struggle. My
feeling is that was past and things are getting faster. Now is the time for
that crusade to surface, to find its right time, its been waiting, it has to be
the right time. With all this development and technology the world is getting
to a point now where that can surface. Perhaps the word quest is better than
crusade. I get the sense of a great deal of patience being exercised following
these mundane lives, stories, but knowing it's all incremental, changes and
shifts, and if we look into history we see education and the increase in
intellectual development along with the technologies. There is a sense of
urgency now coming to fruition, a step change, but patience has been part of
the human experiment, our patience and your patience, spirit and human. The
rewards of that patience is the coming of the Springtime, a resurgence of
truth...'
Liz asked me to play a tune.
When she felt back with it I did the
healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise...