53rd Sitting 09/12/2014

We had the room set up as normal.

I did the opening prayer at 8.30pm, turned out the red light and put the music on.

We started with the Rainbow Bridge Exercise and then reported our experiences.

Liz started out going down a lane with dense holly and red berries each side. She followed the lane and came to the bank of a stream in a deep gorge which then came out into a rocky, sandy bay. Liz could see a series of islands connected by a white bridge and she wanted to get there so got a boat and paddled over to an island and then climbed onto the bridge. Ahead were clouds and mist and as she walked across the bridge the mist closed in behind her until she couldn’t see anything. Liz didn’t feel scared, just excited by the adventure and kept going. She started to see rainbows in the mist and a golden glow ahead and eventually came out into the light where it looked like a meadow with harebells and buttercups. Liz saw a shepherdess there with sheep who led her towards a farm where there was a hermit’s cell made of brick. She said a holy man lived there and then Liz saw standing in front of it was like the master dressed in white with a crook. Liz knew this was Jesus and he said he was the Christos. Liz looked into his eyes and felt it was like herself and he said… ‘You’re all me, you’re all the Christos. Your purpose here on Earth is to feed my sheep, look after my lambs, that’s what you are here for’ He took Liz inside and poured her this golden tea, camomile or golden saffron. He said this is what you should drink. Liz felt it was a cleansing drink and would be good for her. He urged Liz to identify with him and to look after the lambs and sheep which was all that was needed and required and he would always be with her. It was then time to come back so he sent Liz on her way…

I started off inside some sort of stationary carriage, climbed out onto a rocky ground and walked down to a river. Everything looked bright, white and colourless. I found a bridge and walked onto it finding it hard to keep my balance as it was a rope bridge and kept swinging side to side but it became more solid and easier to walk on as I made my way across it. In the distance I saw what looked like half a giant bubble with rainbows all over it. There didn’t seem to be any way in so I just pushed myself into it. Inside it was like a very colourful jungle, the sky was red and orange and there were multi coloured birds in the trees. Lions and tigers were wandering around but posed no threat and I eventually came to a clearing where there was a tribe of very black skinned people. Some were playing some sort of board game on the floor, rolling dice and it looked like electric sparks and flashes were coming off the board as they did this. I watched for a while then they invited me to roll the dice saying I would get a message from the board so I did and saw some words flash up as the dice hit the board. The message was… ‘Live each day in the moment, don’t worry too much about the future, don’t look into the past too much just stay in the present, that’s the best way to be, allow life to unfold naturally’ After that we all had a bowl of what looked like soup but it tasted of tropical fruits. They then handed round a pipe and when it was time to go asked what animal I’d like to go back on and I chose a giraffe…

Interestingly we both got messages this week followed by being offered a drink.

I then put the music back on.

It was looking lighter and misty to me.

Liz thought the room was filling with silvery light.

I sensed it lighter to my right while Liz sensed it lighter to her right.

The atmosphere was looking wavy with a few wispy white bits swirling around to me.

Then it became dark on my left and I felt pressure on my forehead.  

We both had trouble keeping our eyes open.

I got a few words in my head…

‘A selection of paintings will be displayed tonight each one representing a different pathway to a greater understanding’

As I said it Liz got a picture of a golden haystack.

Then I saw a pyramid of red and green apples.

Liz was drifting off.

Liz got a picture of a golden harp.

Then I got a picture of a wicker basket filled with leaves and acorns.

Liz got a picture of red roses, loads of them in bloom.

I felt a tickle down the right side of my face.

My arms went suddenly cold.

Liz felt cold all over.

I felt something in my right ear.

I drifted off for a while and came back with a vague memory of a couple of dreams…

I had seen a wall with a line of books along the top of it. I knew that these were books that Liz had written and they were displayed at different heights. There was a reason for this but I couldn’t recall what it was. Also I was scoring a line along the bottom of the wall. I’m sure there was more to this dream but I couldn’t remember what.

I also had a dream about a line of faces carved in a rock face. As I looked at them they became real and animated.

Meanwhile Liz was being inspired and began speaking…

‘I see the grey wolf again, the skein and the Golden Fleece, the thread chasing after it… it’s joyous… This is Mother Earth and the golden skein from the Golden Fleece, the wool is the thread, the consciousness that’s holding all the interludes, all phenomena together, these great spaces, the seven hills… Over the hills is the golden city of Jerusalem… The grey wolf seems to have become a grey clothed monk, a monk with a grey cloak’

‘I get a sense that the seven hills are not just temporal epochs but they’re also stations within the body, within the physical being… And Jerusalem has something to do with where we are now and that’s the Christos, that’s the epoch’

‘Ha, ha, I’ve got all these sheep with wagging tails…’

‘I got this image of an amazing honeycomb, it’s like a bee hive with all the cells interconnected, it’s golden again, golden honeycomb. All the cells interconnecting a community, an incredible hive of activity that community interconnectedness, again that’s related to the skein, golden thread which is the complexity of the weaving, that is your basket’

‘This honeycomb, each cell contains a little unit of consciousness, a little unit of life but they’re all interconnected and the whole functions as one great universal consciousness and when the walls are broken down there is just the honey, the golden honey and that’s the ambrosia, that’s the nectar for the gods… that’s the clear golden liquid, that’s our food, it’s the pure golden essence of consciousness reflecting the sunlight, the Christos, that’s our rightful food, that’s our rightful sustenance’

‘That’s the significance of feed my sheep, is the food, is this essential, the gold of consciousness, the Christ consciousness, is that essence and that source to be fed to each unit, each unit of consciousness, individual consciousness and that will help each to grow to its rightful place in the kingdom, the kingdom of heaven and the kingdom of heaven is the kingdom of heaven on Earth’

‘Now I come back to the roses that are growing in the garden in abundance even though it’s winter, these are the heart roses’

‘I have this image of the golden crown… I’ve been given a cloak, purple and it’s being placed around my shoulders, it’s a taste…’

‘I feel that what has been said is that we are all the rightful heirs to the kingdom but to claim that throne there is a lonely journey in the mist where all signposts are lost in the sign-less land, great vast steps and the seven hills and to lead into the unknown, to be prepared, to perceive in the face of not knowing, in the blizzard, you’re coming through, this journey into light but to retain the kingdom requires breaking down the walls of the familiar, letting go, stepping into the unknown. It’s an act of courage but the golden skein, the golden thread, that thread of consciousness carries you through and leads you to the light, to Jerusalem, to the kingdom, to your throne and the crown… I have this final image of the rose with thorns, that the journey is not without thorns…’

Music ended.

Liz was now feeling warm.

Liz then did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise…

As always the healing energies felt strong, I could see the room lighting up while Liz could feel the light in the room…

52nd Sitting 02/12/2014

There were a couple of changes to the way we sit this week.

We decided to play a longer tune during our Rainbow Bridge Exercise and do the opening prayer before this.

Otherwise all was as before.

I did the opening prayer at 8.30pm.

Then we started our Rainbow Bridge Exercise…

Liz found herself in deep powdery snow, crystalline snow full of rainbows and very cold. In the distance was a large steaming lake, a hot spring and Liz saw a series of little white wooden bridges like stepping stones from island to island. She felt she wanted to get there as she could see light and swam in the warm water to a bridge where she found lots of Tibetan ladies who helped her up onto it. They were all friendly like sisters and wrapped Liz in a fluffy towel, sat her in a yak and took her to the city through the mists. Liz saw a golden dome and spires like a temple and she was taken into a courtyard where there was a pillar in the middle with a fire in it. The fire was a flame in the heart of a large blue lotus and coming out of it was the figure of the Green Tara. She stepped down and came with Liz and the ladies into the temple. The temple was full of crystals giving out light and rainbows. In the middle was an enormous round crystal and everybody was waiting for something to happen. Then the sun hit this crystal at a particular moment of sunrise and a wonderful white light radiated bathing everyone in it, a most wonderful experience of unity. They told Liz her lesson was that this light was in everything and that we are all one. Behind all phenomena, which is the painting is this incredible light, which is the blank canvas, out of which all comes and that light is still shining through every single moment. Every moment of your life is valuable, is essential and that essential life is in every single phenomena and every moment. It’s like we are getting back to the blank canvas but through all phenomena the incredible whiteness and blackness of this original blank canvas, the origin is shining through and that is the power. All phenomena is diluted in it, it’s weaker and it’s hard for us to take the full strength but just to be aware that locked into every moment and every phenomena, every little blade of grass we meet is the brilliance of this light shining from the blank canvas, the origin before it was painted… Liz then returned on a blue butterfly…

I started off walking down a long corridor in a school passing classrooms. I kept going and eventually came to a door that led outside to a grassy area. It was bright sunny and warm as I walked down towards a river full of boats and people enjoying the day in a party atmosphere, a bit like Henley Regatta. I asked somebody where the bridge was and they pointed to it in the distance but didn’t advise going over it as it was in a bad state of repair. I decided to chance it and they wished me good luck. As I crossed the bridge I noticed small people, maybe elementals, were repairing it and the further I got the better the bridge looked until eventually it was looking like a new bridge. Reaching the other side I stepped onto a pathway and noticed blobs of blue light everywhere. I got the feeling I was in ancient Greece and saw a huge building with marble pillars in front of me while either side of the path were men lounging around eating grapes. I felt that inside the building was a Greek philosopher and I wanted to meet him so entered through the front door, went up a stairway and found a man surrounded by books and notes sitting at a desk in a room. He looked up at me and explained that what he was doing, thinking about and discovering was no different to what our group and others are doing now. Nothing has changed as people have been exploring the larger reality and communication with non-physical entities since time began and it will continue…

When Liz and I compared notes it seemed we’d both had similar experiences. Liz had met women and I had met men but we both had received a message of an underlying truth or power which has been with us all throughout history…

I then restarted the music CD from the beginning…

I got the sensation of light behind me and coming round my sides.

Then I saw green and yellow blobs in front of me and a few black shadows moving past.

Liz had a tickle in her hair.

The atmosphere suddenly went completely blank in front of me, like a blank canvas.

Liz got the impression of looking down at reflections in water.

Then she felt there was a huge Spanish galleon with guns down the sides to her right and to her left the sea with a small boat on it. She felt a lot of people about.

The scene then juxtaposed with the Redoubt Fortress in Eastbourne.  

I was getting very cold to my right and could see a glowing white light there.

Liz was seeing an orange light in the room.

I sensed movement going from my right to left.

It was like I was in a windy storm with debris flying past but I couldn’t feel it physically.

Liz got the name Michael, the sense of a yard sweeper and a feeling of a hearse, a funeral cortege. An old fashioned car or carriage.

She then got crispy bacon.

And then peg leg.

Both of my arms went cold.

I felt a tickle on the back and left side of my neck.

Then a fuzzy feeling on the back of my head and tickles on my upper lip.

Liz felt she was in a corrugated underground shelter, during the war, it had an earthy smell.

Liz kept seeing green/turquoise colours like what you get on a magpies wing, or dragonfly, or blue bottle, or kingfisher, or peacock… iridescent flash of emerald…

Liz continued…

‘A peacock’s feather, wisdom, those colours of wisdom and a flash of emerald… I think it’s locked into matter again, this incredible wisdom, it’s there in the dense darkness of the material man. Even in the dugouts of war there’s the reflection in the puddle, passing glory, bat’s wing, bird’s wing, butterfly wing, dragonfly wing, this gleam. It’s the colours of the Green Tara, the blue and green, this earth wisdom, this reflection, it’s the reminder… The passing beauty glints and gleams, it’s to remind, to remember that these are the links, they’re like keys, you turn it and it opens, it’s Pandora’s box, the jewels, the seven jewels, it’s a trigger these little gems that in the everyday appear but they are triggers to deeper truths and everyone will open to link to the original blank canvas..’

‘Hawk… Hawkeye, he’s just observing, there to have an overview, scan from a perspective, a higher perspective but the civilizations come and go, it’s the blink of an eye. From the ground it seems slow, get caught up in the present and temporal, it’s not important, a lot of what happens is gone in a blink… It’s food for the gods, the taste, send it up, what we’ve managed to distil from this murky perspective, the denseness of matter, the locked in state, to unlock the jewel so it has a special flavour, the iridescence when it is released that’s what you take back, that’s what is important. It’s very small, most of it is trash, it’s like the nugget, the goodness from the food we eat, small compared to the dross waste that goes out but it’s that that’s transmuted, that’s distilled through the human consciousness, that’s returned. It has this flash, this iridescence that becomes part of the painting, that’s recorded…’

‘That’s what is the important work of a lifetime, to distil the quintessential, the essence what is the root of every experience and to stir it into the stew. Proof of God, so each individual acts like a diamond, a prism focusing and then distilling and dispersing clear radiant colours, the finer detail, the essential nature is reflected back… it takes a new gleam, the whole desire, reflections of reflections of reflections… It’s another way of putting it, it’s the fine tuning, as the energy gets dispersed into denser and denser pools at each level, the clear note, the original note must be found. That’s the link, that’s the thread; draw the whole web back inwards into itself, Indra’s Net… When you’re lost in the dark it’s an agony to get back to the origin, to the light, it means finding that thread, that nerve, that connection which is the portal, then the darkness becomes light…’

‘He’s from a higher perspective; it’s just a gigantic and wonderful experiment… I just get a sense now of seeing through a myriad of forms, through snakes, swaying head, giraffe, the fruits on the bush, through perception, through all those myriad eruptions, different ways of being, seeing, the experience is mind boggling, a higher level…’

‘As a created being it’s almost impossible to perceive the levels of the creator beyond the whole because of our confines. To break through into the vision, into the mind, the being of the whole, just a glimpse, it is so enormous that as a created being we can only be in awe of the magnificence…’

The music had ended and Liz then did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise.

As Liz was building up the healing energies it looked to me like grass was growing in the room then hundreds of wild flowers like we were sitting in a meadow…