We had the room setup as usual.
I did the opening prayer at 8.20pm, turned
out the light and put the music on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation
exercise...
Liz started off in front of a waterfall
coming out of the mouth of a statue of a dragon. She then went through the
dragon's mouth which was heart shaped into a dark tunnel. It was like going
back through the womb, slippery as if there were membranes on the side. Liz was
on a mat sliding down and felt a bit like Alice going down the rabbit hole. A
speck of light got bigger as Liz reached the opening and she came out into snow
and found herself on a toboggan racing down a slope with walls of snow either
side. It was almost flying over the snow and Liz jumped off sending her rolling
in the snow. She then found herself with a group of people and children
laughing and playing in the snow, making snowmen and snow houses. Liz was aware
she was in a kind of Eskimo body but her face was Chinese and refined. She was
drinking a warm salty soup and felt she was in Tibet with lots of people around
her and bells ringing. A sense of community, all interconnected and incredible
happiness. There was a beautiful temple with monks and they were all connected
somehow. Inside the temple Liz became part of a dance with whirling dervishes
going round and round, faster and faster, weaving in and out of each other. It
was creating an energy vortex lifting them up off the ground like cork screws.
Liz felt this was creating a kind of physical phenomena...
I started off just looking into the
darkness waiting for something to happen. Eventually I saw curtains like on a
stage which parted to reveal a long straight road disappearing into the
distance ahead of me. I thought about walking down it but decided to just wait
and see what happened. As I watched I saw cracks appearing in the road and it
started to break up and disappear. I got the urge to turn around and see what
was behind me but I couldn't turn. I tried to feel what was behind me but
couldn't and I held up a mirror but could see nothing in it. Then the whole
scene around me started to rotate. I stood still as it came around 180 degrees
and was now looking at what had been behind me. There was a row of monks in hooded
robes all holding loaves of bread and one of them came up to me and broke the
loaf in half to reveal an egg which he gave to me and I put it on a table in
front of me. It started to crack open and two black birds came out of it. They
picked up a sheet holding the top two corners in their beaks. It was a long
thin sheet full of writing like a long story but I couldn't read it. They flew
above and over me to where the road had been and laid the sheet down in the
same place. I was now facing this story ahead of me...
I put the music back on and we continued
our session...
I started to see flashes and flickers
around the room and then it became lighter and misty.
I saw bright blobs coming and going and
there were a few faces amongst them but none I recognised.
Liz fell asleep for a while and I was
drifting in and out of it throughout the session.
Liz began to speak as the music CD ended...
'I've got this cave and there are some
words over the entrance like Alexia... I asked where the cave was... it's in Scotland'
'I've got the word conundrum and a round
ball, a sense of the Tibetan terma, knowledge hidden in a concrete structure
like a wall... something like lightening, enlightening'
'I've got something like a code, like an
analytical trace, a spectral, small bits with information, peeks on either side
of a base line, information strip. I'm asking if that's a way that they can get
evidence, influence an information strip like on the magnetometer'
'I keep getting stuck with Tea Ceremony...'
'Full moon... a feeling of rituals
connected with phases of the moon, celestial phenomena. Gregorian chanting,
telemetry, meteors... suddenly got this sense of an avalanche of information
coming, seismic... drip, drip, drip... fear of information overload'
'I'm looking at a veil, like a curtain.
There are people behind it. If I draw back the curtain they disappear, it's as
though I'm just staring into space. If I put the curtain back I can see their
shapes. I sense a hand reaching out from the other side of the curtain and I'm
reaching out my hand to hold it, grasp it. I asked who's there, they said
Susan. I asked if everything's alright? They said everything's alright, we love
you. They said something that doesn't make any sense, salad making storks, corn
stubbles... They said thank you for reading my poetry, we'll read yours... and
the bridge between worlds, bridging the worlds, kaleidoscope, comforting,
dancing shapes. A lot of creative people telling me not to feel unworthy...
seismic, seizures, a commotion, cold comfort...'
'Going back to the gladiolus...
Christopher... next to Christopher is Hilary'
'Picture of an old man... looks a bit like
the old man that used to appear on Quaker Oats porridge, it's a Quaker... feels
like something out of Jane Austin... he looks like pictures we've seen of
Magnus. Got the name Colonel or Colin. A feeling of gentleman's clubs, like a
group of colleagues in a club, no women, like masons'
'In place of the land registry we have this
large agricultural community, cooperative... and this was the meaning behind
Communism. Not the individual land ownership but the shared enterprise owned by
all, the Earth and all its resources are given to the many, given freely to
all. With private ownership it's not in accordance with the cosmic directory,
it's in defiance of natural law, should not be allowed, will not be allowed,
will not be tolerated. We will wipe out private ownership, it's a travesty'
'Harvest, cornfield, something circular,
looking at the sun... I wonder if this is to do with crop circles? Picture of
butterfly wings, we don't know the real purpose, the patterning, lots of
patterning in information, we don't know how to read it, it's there for us to
read'
'Yellow, the feeling of gorse, smells of
coconut, prickly'
'Johannes...'
'I keep coming back to that strip, that
information strip, like a long-toothed comb with prongs either side. Some
association with music, encoding harmonic information, pythagorean music of the
spheres, harmonies, patterning, all part of this great mathematical pattern
encoded in the light. Our physical world is information encoded in light. We
unravel it, interpret it through different senses all singing from the same
hymn sheet. Different presentation, different rendering, echoing, reflecting
his glory... gladiolus, thank you for the gladioli, we're all reflecting,
reflections of his glory encoded in light'
'Got this picture of a zebra, the most
amazing pattern of the zebra stripes like a bar-code. We each have our bar-code,
that's the amazing similarity and uniqueness of patterns containing
information. Looks like the ISBN number at the back of a book... so I've come
to the end of the book, this is the end now so thank you'
I put a tune on as Liz came back.
I then did the healing exercise, closing
prayer and our closing down exercise...