We had the room set-up as usual.
I did the opening prayer at 8.40pm, turned out the light and
put the music on.
We started with the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise…
Liz found herself climbing a series of rocks up a steep
waterfall with rainbows coming off the cascading water. It was Swallow Falls.
She found it hard work climbing so turned herself into a moth and fluttered up
to the top where there was an enormous plain and the whole sky was arched with
rainbows everywhere criss-crossing each other. Liz wasn’t sure where to go and
then sensed two beings coming to take her forward then realised they were her
wings so she flew up and up into the sky and came to a huge opening like a
cavern, a great door in the sky. Inside it was like a holy place, a great
chamber. There was a woman there with a kind of oriental belly dancer dress on
and she was covered in coloured jewels. She was very attractive with long dark
hair and noticed Liz admiring her jewels so asked her to sit down with her
talking and gesticulating about all the pathways. As she shook her hands many
moths came out with iridescent wings like rainbows and she said that all of
them are going off on different paths, each of them is going off on its journey
for the day to find honey and experience. Then she showed Liz how at night-time
she could turn into an enormous tree where all the moths came back to roost.
She said at night they come back and bring me their secrets, all the nectar and
all the knowledge they’ve gained goes into me and my roots go deeper into the
earth. She started to shake herself going into a dance like a gyrating belly
dancer. It was the dance of all the information that had been gathered from all
these different aspects of being, all the different pathways, they were
multitudinous and they were all valid. The deep knowledge from each pathway
came back to roost in the tree of life. She then pointed up to the sky at the Sirius
Star saying this is where we come from. It was the Dog Star and the little
black and white dog that Liz often sees is the connection and Liz should carry
on writing about it. Then it was time to come back so Liz turned herself back
into a moth to return…
I started off walking up a cobbled street in what appeared
to be Victorian London. There were horses and carriages passing by and many
people milling around. I felt I needed to get to the river Thames so asked a
man for directions. He told me to turn right at the end of this street and sure
enough that took me to the Thames Embankment. Everything now looked like it was
in the 1960s and cars had replaced the horses. As I stood at the edge of the
river I saw a rope bridge being lowered down to me but it seemed to end half
way across and wasn’t suspended by anything. I couldn’t see what was on the
other side. All I could see in the distance were rainbows dancing out of the
water. I climbed onto the bridge and heard people behind me encouraging me to
run across so I did and found I was still running on something invisible where
the bridge ended. Then I found myself on the other side. It looked and smelt
like everything was made from sweets and chocolate, it was very spongy
underfoot and the trees were made of chocolate covered in green sweets, and brightly
coloured sweets made up the flowers. I noticed a lot of children playing and
hiding behind the trees. There was a path through the trees which led me to a
cave made from honey comb. Inside were brown robed monks and they took me to a
lady sitting on a throne wearing brightly coloured clothes in contrast to the
brown monks. I asked her what this place was and she said it was one of the
places where children who die suddenly are taken to and they stay in this happy
atmosphere until they lose their confusion and are able to realise what has
happened to them and start to settle and move on. She added that whenever I
hear of a child passing suddenly I should visualise this place which will help
them make it here. It was now time to return so I closed my eyes and visualised
myself back in Victorian London again…
I put the music back on and we continued the session.
It was looking quite flashy and lively in the room to me.
I felt a light touch on the top of my left ear and then
again on my right ear.
I then had several feelings and pressure pops around my
right ear on and off throughout the session.
Liz was starting to drift off; she said she was suddenly
very hot.
I felt cool.
It was now looking bright and blobby in front of me.
I had a pressure on my forehead.
Then I felt something tight around my right foot and ankle
like something was wrapped around it.
It now looked very dark in the room to me.
I sensed someone to my right and saw a black silhouette of a
person stand up from a crouching position then disappear into the blackness of
the room.
Liz was feeling the presence of the lady she had met in her
Rainbow Bridge exercise.
She got the name ‘Butterfield’
and then continued…
‘Shiny, just like
goblets, golden cup, buttercup… before that there was a sense of a horse, a
girl riding it, pale colour horse, Colossal or Colossus…’
‘Stepping stones… it’s
Caroline, counting the days… I get the sense of a swallow, a bird high up. I
get yellow, Terrence, testimony, a few months till the testimony, marble… Lots
of feet, like boots, all over, climbing, in the way of each other… Can’t count,
ques, Q, U, E… I just get the feeling of the density like these little insects,
midges, there’s countless points of reference, countless beings, all pointing,
all the footsteps on the path, all the ques, the signs. So where do we look?
Well, in ourselves, it’s our pointing, our speaking, our interpretation… I’ve
got the picture of many people there, Sheila and the others, many minds, a crowd;
it’s like a gardener’s sweet peas. I get the picture of Mendel, the mutation,
to get the clear message is not too easy, the light trying to form a strong
stork, a strong conductor, a conduit, it’ll come and I do get the feeling this
subject has so many influences, so many conditions, but there’s some wind
optimum, some confluences and then the conduit will flow very clear and true,
channelling… I get the original arm chair, yes, just lay back and let it
happen, to be ready at the right time. Rubicon again the rightness evolves the
threshold… Once you’ve got over the hump it’s clear sailing and there’s a big
effort to help. I sense they are all smiling and waving, very pleased. I think
Joan is there in this lovely diaphanous dress, like a very fine muslin, pale
blue and golden hair and Diana. They are clapping their hands… Potter…’
The music ended.
Liz continued for a while…
‘Waving bye-bye, bless
you all, it’s like a fence now, gallop back, grey cloud…’
Liz said she found it hard to let go. I told her to take her
time and then she said…
‘Back in the garden of
Earthly delights…’
Liz had had a spaniel dog with her. At times she felt she
had been the dog.
She was now back feeling fine and did the healing exercise,
closing prayer and our closing down exercise…