We set the room up and sat as usual.
At 8.30pm we did the Rainbow Bridge Exercise…
Liz started off in a muddy place amongst reeds and
bulrushes. She didn’t want to leave as she was enjoying watching the dragon
flies and other insects. There was a robust stone bridge to her left which she
felt drawn to and went over it with bare feet. On the other side was a town or
city, lots of white buildings like hospitals and temples. It felt very
structured, lots of people like nuns and nurses with white vales. It felt a
very happy and enlightened place. Liz walked through the streets, through a
tunnel and came to a square, like a quadrangle with a fountain and stone
benches. She decided to sit on a bench. Someone came to join her and told her
this place was a place of peace and harmony, the plane of universal harmony
that we visit in our sleep. Liz then wanted to make a rose garden which she did
just by thinking of white roses. She got a connection with her dad and the
person with her changed into her dad. She got an incredible sense of love as he
accompanied her back to the bridge.
I started off in a massive field full of long blue grass. I
also got the feeling I didn’t want to leave as I watched it being blown by the
wind looking like waves on water. Then the grass started to get shorter like it
was being pulled into the earth until it looked like a mowed lawn. I felt there
was a shore line in the distance, it was too far to walk so I just visualised
myself there where I saw a small bridge. It was decorated with all the colours
of the rainbow and standing at the entrance were two 17th century
court jesters. I made my way over the bridge to a small domed island which I
climbed onto and sat on the top. The island then started to rise out of the
water and I realised I was sitting on the head of a giant who was now standing
up in the water. I slid down onto his shoulder; he picked me up and held me on
his hand. He began to talk to me nearly blowing me over as his breath was like
a strong wind. He talked about size and how it didn’t matter if you were a
microbe or a giant, we were all consciousness with a personality. He then
gently placed me back in the blue grass field which had grown long again.
I did the opening prayer and immediately felt cold round my
legs as I finished it with ‘Welcome friends’
Liz saw blotchy cotton wool type shapes floating around.
I had a pressure around my head and it felt like something
was touching the right side of my face and right ear.
I thought the room was looking lighter and misty.
There were white blobs and lines moving about, mainly coming
down from the ceiling.
We both experimented by closing our eyes and confirmed we
could still see the light phenomena suggesting it was internal for both of us.
I was yawning.
I was getting more pressure on my forehead.
My legs were still cold but now felt fuzzy as well.
I saw a bright pin-prick shoot down from the ceiling. Liz
didn’t see it.
Liz was seeing subtle colours, greens and turquoise.
I was seeing reds and blues and felt the atmosphere was
looking wavy.
I felt something on the back of my neck.
Then I felt a vibration under my left foot for about 5
seconds.
I felt something on the top of my head, a bit like a drip of
water hitting it.
It looked lighter and yellowish to my right and I was cold down
my right side.
I felt there was someone or something there.
Then, as has happened before, it felt like it was moving
closer and merging with me from my right.
The right side of me felt very fuzzy and I had the sensation
it was dissolving.
Liz got the name ‘Francis’
and the feeling of curly hair.
She got the phrase ‘Shot
through with gold’
Then she got ‘An
assembly of friends… It doesn’t matter you don’t have to individualise them… A
bicycle then a tricycle…’
Liz asked for a message and she got the words to a song she
knows…
How beautiful they
are,
The lordly ones
Who dwell in the
hills,
In the hollow hills.
They have faces like
flowers,
And their breath is
wind
That stirs amid
grasses
Filled with white
clover.
Their limbs are more
white
Than shafts of
moonshire:
They are more fleet
Than the March wind.
They laugh and are
glad
And are terrible;
When their lances
shake
Every green reed
quivers.
How beautiful they
are,
How beautiful,
The lordly ones
In the hollow hills.
I drifted off for a while and felt I was walking down
corridors of a school I recognised.
I saw a large detailed face of a young girl, blond hair, and
freckles.
Then I saw a small face which wasn’t clear.
Then Liz got the feeling of a message in a bottle.
She asked what was on it and got ‘Dunkirk’
Then she got a sense of Khaki and saw a red beret.
I felt something moving up and wrapping round my right leg
from my foot to my knee.
I was very cold all over.
Liz got the name ‘Hilary’
What sounds like a voice saying ‘Boo!’ came out on the
recording.
Neither of us noticed it at the time.
Liz then got ‘Fellowship’
and ‘Fairy Tale’
She had a strong sense of someone she knew who was
introduced to her and she decided to talk with her in her mind…
She got ‘Part of the
assembly’ and then a sense of incredibly high levels beyond the ordinary
and that it was possible to access them, they were trying to speak from that
plane, trying to get Liz to pitch, the more individual level wasn’t so
important.
Liz felt the message in a bottle was someone who was trapped
in a lower plane and needed rescuing. She felt she was dragged to a lower level
but then realised she didn’t need to be with them and could just send light and
healing and direct them. Some of what she was experiencing was in dreams from
which she couldn’t bring back a clear memory.
Liz got the name ‘Terrence’
and a length of material like cloth.
I had a big bright blob in front of me.
Liz got a big ‘G’
Liz got a strong feeling of the meaning of uniform. ‘All these people, why they don’t need to
individualise, that the uniform thing and the response to all of them
underneath the thing that links them all is love, it’s like a flower, and that’s
the thing, it’s the experience, that’s the only thing that’s important, the
experience, that unifying joining thread on which they’re spun, on which they
cleave and how they can come back as a unified thread. That’s the only message,
that’s the only response, beyond that the rest is trivia, it’s illusion,
gossamer, the true essence, the nectar is the love’
I drifted off again towards the end and saw a man’s body
face down on the ground all black and burnt. I got the feeling this person had
died in a fire and now didn’t want to get up. I managed to persuade him to get
up and sit in a chair and I cleaned the soot and ashes off him by blowing over
him. I told him to look behind him for a light then walk into it whilst
thinking of someone he loved who had already passed. This he did and I saw a
frail old lady come out of the light to greet him and take him into it.
The music ended.
Liz did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing
down exercise…