We had the room setup as usual.
It was just Liz and me as Patrick was on holiday.
We started with the Rainbow Bridge Visualisation Exercise at 7.35pm...
Liz started off with stepping stones going across marshy water. A flock of birds were flying over her. She was walking along the stones reaching out and there was a rainbow in the distance. Then Liz came to a very wide river and she created a bridge over it. As she walked over it people were walking towards her. Some she knew and she welcomed them...
I walked halfway over a bridge and saw a man in a large top hat and black cape coming towards me. He had a magic wand and was producing coloured silks out of the air. Then he took his hat off and a rabbit jumped out. He said 'Welcome to my world' and as he said it everything disappeared and it felt to me like the two worlds had become one. All I could see was a kind of light energy everywhere...
I then did the opening prayer and put the music on...
I noticed a small dim white light flash on and off to my right.
Then I began to see bright blobs coming and going for a few minutes.
Liz began to speak...
'I see a lady with short curly blonde yellow hair, short lady, round face, rosy cheeks. She's got a crown of holly with berries in her hair. Looks like she's holding a Christmas pudding, she's wearing something tartan'
'Quidditch, a game from Harry Potter'
'I asked her if she has anything to say? She's showing me a hockey stick like get on with the game'
'A message for Susanne, Suzy... a connection with a children's cartoon strip, the word brown'
'Got a feeling somebody is here, lots of chains of office, dark gown, black cap, scholar or somebody working in government, does writing, organising. Elizabethan feeling, breeches and cloak... Being shown all these chains of office, an over concern of all these official duties, a life spent weighed down juxtaposed against sailing away to foreign lands, a journey, letting go of all that... There's somebody now just in shirt sleeves, simplicity, contrast between the states of office, the important work and just being like a child without all that. He just looks like a street urchin, a common fellow but much happier. The happiness was missing, he was miserable. The chains of office made him important, felt important but not happy... He just wants to get across the message that what we think is important, all these very important roles we take on, official duties, are not important at all, it's a job like any other, not more or less important than the other jobs. It's our mind that invests it in importance to make ourselves feel important but our importance is much more to do with how we feel inside. Happiness, contentment, qualities of feeling, that should be the marker for the right life, the right way of life. It seems so silly that we are seduced by fame and worldly acclaim to such an extent that we lose touch with our own reality, with our own pleasure, our own happiness, our own sense of connection to our core. It seems so vein, so foolish to have been led astray by the world, to have lost touch with the deeper meaning'
It then seemed as if the personality took control.
Liz later told me she felt her hands trembling.
'A lesson I want to share because so many still forfeit their joy, forfeit their birthright for false and illusory worldly gain, temptation of self-importance, of social honour and esteem. These things have no value, consumed with... engaging with the world, mistake, mistake... Forfeiting what's true but not having any... I had no real awareness of what I'd lost till it was too late. It took a long time to dawn. Only after I had lost it all. I found myself shed of all the robes of honour, chains of office. At first I felt empty, lighter and it took time for the happiness to seep back in, for me to notice. The moths that follow the sun ray... just being, those little things like the fly on the wall. I was still me, still here without the burden but it was okay, it was right. Barefoot I could still be well shod, running barefoot on the ground, it was more pleasant to me than fine leather boots. It was madness that showed me the truth and I thank God for the madness that came upon me to break me down to the ground, so I knew. A hard lesson but it served me well, to reinstate my inner life, my lost soul or else I might have died still with my chains of office. I might have worn them for all of eternity, so I thank God for the madness that stripped me of my false illusions and taught me sanity'
Liz asked...
'Have you got a name?'
'William Herbert...'
Liz continued...
'Margret or Margery, could be a nurse or a maid. In uniform, apron, white and blue, headdress. I have a feeling she's looking after the dying, just after death, a sort of faceless work, I don't see a face. I get the sense the bones of the dead are left in the earth but the spirit still needs tending. Almost like she's a cook, it's to do with nourishment, nourishing the souls of the dead, they need nourishing, what we feed them here is wrong. It's the message of the wrong values. Takes time for some to find their true soul, to acknowledge, to recognise. So easier done whilst in the physical, takes a lot of care afterwards to decondition, can take a very long time. Many unhappy souls bring over their unhappiness. Takes patience and consistent nurturing to rehabilitate the souls but no soul is ever grievously wounded or damaged it's just like a fine painting of the masters that needs a restorer and we have the facility of soul restoration because in life the soul can become tarnished but it's only superficial. The tarnish can be removed but it takes a great deal of patience and care. You wouldn't let an amateur restore a fine master so the restorers in spirit undergo a long training. It's a job of skill and very faceless because it's non-judgemental, it's impartial. The joy when the work is done is to see the shining picture, the shining face, the shining inspirational quality of a true soul and to see the joy and the happiness of the restorer. They can then be hung in the gallery of masters, into the ranks of heaven. For every soul there is a place reserved in the great galleries of spirit life, in the great halls'
'Each soul can progress to further refinement in the halls, the galleries of spirit, can shine further and expand or can choose to recreate a sojourn in the Earth at the risk of tarnishment again but there is a great work to be done there for the transformation, sublimation of the whole of the Earth plane, it is an opportunity. But even the most refined of souls risk some tarnishing. The great joy will be to see the Earth flourish and flower. That is meant in the fullness of time and we all play our part in this wondrous transformation, nothing is ever lost. No opportunity is ever truly wasted and in the alchemy of spirit the base lead will be turned to gold. It is the law, there is nowhere to go for the soul to be lost, there is no way to be other than what you truly are. What we truly are is all that is, all that is is what we truly are'
'Out of the mouths of babes come words of truth because it filters through. We are all partakers of the one truth, it's in us and we who are sleepwalking like blind moles are enlightened by the vision of those who have awakened and see and soon we shall all see, we shall all awaken because that is the law. My love and blessings to all who live in the one life'
'I feel as if I've got Mr Lewis Carroll here, Alice in Wonderland, down the rabbit hole. Wonderland is the operative word, we should never lose sight that we are in Wonderland'
'I think they're winding down now'
I played a tune.
Liz got Violet, Mavis... the March hare... mad hatter's tea party...
I did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise...
Afterwards we looked up William Herbert on the internet and found this on Wikipedia...
William Herbert