We had the room setup as usual.
I did the opening prayer at 8.15pm. I
included mentioning to the team that Liz had set up the magnetometer upstairs
and asked them to influence the readings if possible. Last week I did the same
and we got a different trace on the readout during the time that Liz was
talking and receiving inspiration from the team. I thanked them for this and we
will make a point of mentioning the magnetometer each time we sit now in both
circles.
I turned out the light and put the music
on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation
exercise...
Liz started off going through a brick
archway, it was like a gate with beautiful spring flowers in baskets either
side. As Liz went through it became a tunnel like an aqueduct. She was in water
swimming and then became a turtle in the sea. She wanted to explore further,
get to another place, evolve. Liz came out onto the land on an island and
turned into various different creatures including a beetle, a squirrel and a
bird. Each of them had its own story, its own experience, all experiencing it
in different ways. Then Liz expanded into another sphere and found herself with
a teacher, an elderly Arab with a tea cloth headdress in a tent in the dessert.
Liz saw all these different levels, tents within tents within tents and each
one had been built perfectly and they were all interconnected. Liz asked who is
creating them all? Where do they come from? She wanted to get to the origin,
the highest point. The Arab laughed as if the whole thing was a cosmic joke, a
conundrum. He told her all the stories fed into one great story but they were
all important. At that point it turned into a dream for Liz and she couldn't
recall what happened next...
I started off sitting at a big round wooden
table in a large dark cave. I watched as the centre of the table started to get
higher forming a kind of mushroom shape and then a hole opened up in the centre
as masses of pin-prick lights came out whizzing around the cave lighting it up.
They were sticking to the walls making them glow brightly. The table then
flattened out again and as I looked around the lit-up cave I saw a tunnel
leading into it and people started coming in and sitting round the table with
me. They were all different and from different parts of the world. I saw a
monk, a soldier, a farmer, a policeman etc... Everybody was staring at the
centre of the table and I did too as it started to sink down and open up again
like a big plug hole and it seemed to suck all the identity from all of us
until we all looked the same, stripped of all our character that had made us
individual. We were all grey and featureless looking a bit like how aliens are
depicted. Then we all got up and went back into the tunnel and out into the
world. I saw fields and trees, towns and cities, farms and desserts all around
us and we all walked off in different directions to start a new life and build
up a new identity...
I put the music back on and we continued
our session...
I noticed flashes above me and lots of
movement in the room.
It became bright and blobby.
I saw two cupped black hands momentarily
within the blobs as if coming out of water.
I then kept drifting in and out of sleep
for the rest of the session.
Liz drifted off at the beginning then
started to speak as the music CD finished...
'I heard the elderly Arab gentleman saying
'Lahyam' which means 'to life' during that last tune. He's raising a glass, a
goblet of wine, deep red, like blood and the blood is identified with life.
Life in this world is intense and thick. I'm seeing a number of window frames,
each of them is different, different divisions, different frames, like a
different signature, different way of dividing it up, bar code. It's the DNA,
small differences in the code create a wide variety of characteristics and
these characteristics, the totality of the variant personality provide this
alternative window frame for each and every one, a specific viewing point and
the foolish thing that happens is that according to the variation a person gets
stuck with this fascination with the inward responses to the experience and so
often what is happening is a person will experience directly, view through a window
but then get caught up in the memory of all the different responses to that
viewing, similar viewings in the past and stop seeing. So instead of seeing
freshly through their window a person gets caught in retrospective scanning of
all memories of previous viewings and ceases to see directly. Human beings at
present in general are failing to experience directly and clearly with a fresh
telling of their story. Their experience is second hand based on the old
stories that they've been telling themselves since the beginning of their time.
So, clean your windows and look out directly, seeing with a freshness, with an
open gaze, letting go of all the old connections and stories of the past. Each
moment is a new vision, new experience, a fresh story. So, to be present, to be
lucid is the role of the human, to take full advantage of each one's unique
window frame and the lessons that have been learnt from the past are already
incorporated and allow for fresh responses. With reflection a previous response
to a particular scene through the window may have been deemed faulty, not a
perfect response, not a beneficial response, not a useful response and with
reflection a lesson is learnt and stored and it can be trusted. The knowing
process will allow a more appropriate response when a similar view, a similar
event through the window arises. It is not necessary to shift from the window
to scan the inward responses and memories, that detracts from the immediacy of
the experience. It can be trusted but with the immediacy of the experience the
benefit of earlier lessons, the benefit of the reflection from earlier
experiences and lessons learnt will allow for a modified response. It is not
necessary to withdraw from the window into reviewing the past responses and
memories associated. Stay at the window, stay looking, stay being present and
trust that your response will be apt, will be genuine, will be original. So,
don't live second hand through the mind, live first hand through perception,
immediacy of perception through the window, through being present and lucid and
aware and responding authentically with immediacy with originality and then you
will become like a virtuoso violin rather than an old scratched record, an old
scratched recording of someone else's violin. So, the rich blood of life is
created fresh and spontaneous, every moment is going on, every moment, not a
drop that isn't new and refreshed, full of oxygen, that red blood and that's
the vitality, the vital freshness of life. So, we say lahyam and raise a glass
to life'
'Sadie or Ziad'
'Elephant'
'George or Georgian... Gerontology, study
of old age... nitrogen fixing plants like clover... checkerboard, chessboard,
checkerboard of days and nights, a beautiful horse changing from black to
white, long tail, mares tail'
'Image of a lady laughing with a bonnet
like a frill gathered around her face, she's got spectacles, sense the name
Annie'
'Feel like being in Stratford, a bridge, a
feeling of Shakespeare Country... Anne Hathaway'
'Stanley, something to do with temperance'
'Got this taste of lemon sorbet, a sense of
a chef. Sensation of streaming like a dragon's mouth, information stream...
Jack... It's like I'm looking at an old fashioned sweet shop, the glass jars...
Going up some steps, the bell, looking at childish things, nursery, hay stack,
little boy blue. Like Laurie Lee's cider with Rosie, has that feel about it,
reminisces as a child in rural country, young lady dressed in greys and browns,
a cap, leather britches... Lemon sorbet could be sherbet lemons'
'Alec, Alec Guinness... just the name
Alec... steadfast... going down deep to the roots, the roots of a family tree
in rural Shropshire'
'Valery... Valery seems to be taking me to
Covent Garden, dancing... books like ballet shoes... Picking up information
from people and given books that resonate with some of their life
experiences... novels contain the condensation of a person's experience'
'Barrels, cooper'
'Watching a funeral procession, carriages,
royal funeral Queen Mary... I asked for something relevant with Nick and got
Gorden and then switched to people looking at a royal event. Now switched to
theatre, George Bernard Shaw, the Embankment, name Harris, Doctor Harris, a
nick name Tom Thumb, Silvia... It's coming back to the Embankment and Theatre'
'I saw Joan of Arc, Joan. Just asking is it
the name Joan, I've got the elephant with Joan. Crimson velvet cushion or
throw... it's just love... roses or cherries... just wanted to send a lot of
love, it's like a wishing well, wishing you well, well wishing, the well is
deep, all these pennies thrown in the well, it's good luck. I got the image of
the well going deep, gold coins at the bottom, strike gold, get there in the
end... I've got Annie, it's going to end there, crimson velvet with a heart embroidered
on it... thank you Joan'
I played a tune.
Liz got the names Brian and Fanshaw.
I did the healing exercise, closing prayer
and our closing down exercise...