We had the room setup as usual.
I did the opening prayer at 8.40pm, turned out the light and
put the music on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge Exercise…
Liz started off on a mud-flat and there was an enormous red
tower in the middle like a light house. She felt she had to climb it so went
inside where there was a spiral leading to the top. It was like the inside of a
gourd, shiny, highly polished. Instead of sliding down like a helter-skelter
she slid up it. At the top was a platform where she found she was amongst the
clouds and there were wonderful rainbows in the clouds. Liz decided to dive
into one of these clouds as it looked like a marshmallow. She wanted to fly with the clouds so turned
into a sea gull enjoying flying over the sea but she knew she had to get
somewhere, somewhere quite mountainous. She thought at first it was Tibet but
then realised it was Holy Island and Samye Ling. Liz found herself in an
enormous red temple like the inside of a Tibetan temple. She was listening to
the sounds of the gongs and horns. An ohm was resonating through the universe
and she realised she was back in the cave on Holy Island in what she calls the
navel of the World, the centre of the World and Liz had the feeling she had had
before when she’d been there, a vision and revelation with the words… ‘There’s
nowhere to go to be outside the love of God’ and she’d seen the colours there,
the colours often used in the Tibetan Thangka paintings, pea green, orange, red
and blue. She felt very in-touch with the depth of that tradition that all
phenomena are seen as products of the mind as dreams. This reality, this
phenomenal reality is a dream…
I started off sitting in the cabinet and stood up, parted
the curtains and walked out into the pitch black room. I seemed to be walking
on pieces of sheet metal making a noise as I walked. I felt things dangling
from the ceiling brushing against my face and then I saw pin pricks, wispy
mists and all the phenomena we normally see in our séances along with rainbows
stretching across the room. Then a trumpet came flying by and I felt breezes. I
decided to grab hold of one of the dangling things and found it to be a rope so
I climbed up it and went straight through the ceiling and into the room above.
I found myself in the middle of a circle. The room was light but I couldn’t see
the source of the light. I felt the circle was made up of people or entities of
some sort but just saw them as mist all joined together making a continuous
circle of mist. As I stood there in the middle I felt a pulling in all
directions out towards the circle making me expand towards and into the circle
until I was one with the circle. I could see my physical body from all angles
at the same time like a panorama. The circle then became a sphere and part of
it went through into the room below. I got the feeling that this was the spirit
team that worked with us showing me themselves in a way I could understand. I
looked at the base of the sphere and saw it was dripping into the room below as
if representing the information they were able to get through to us…
I put the music back on and we continued with the session.
It was looking lighter in the room to me, particularly at
ground level.
It looked uniformly dark to Liz.
Liz saw some moving white lights coming and going.
I saw white wispy bits swirling around.
I got a few images of faces, none that I recognised.
I felt the room was full of people.
Then I got a bright blob in front of me that lasted a few
minutes.
Liz had an image of someone with a crown on their head
looking like an upside-down chandelier.
I got an image of a Buddha floating round the room.
Liz was feeling cold.
I felt warm.
Liz had the sense of an enormous still lake with a mirror
like surface. She watched it.
As the last tune was playing Liz began to speak…
‘Daisy… silk
embroidery, working with clothes… a slightly pungent smell like a grass,
daisies, crushed daisies… It’s like walking on eggshells… like the skin of the
World, this shiny surface, feeling this shining surface, this skin like a
polished mirror and the inside is like the inside of the eyeball… When I ask
them what does this image relate to? I was told the World… There’s a sense of
the syllables, the sounds… there’s too much to tell… An instruction has been
given but the words and meanings have been hidden but they are there for all to
see, to hear… held within this daisy flower, very simple… I’m shown that having
these places of power, hidden instruction is given, is revealed in the form of
visions, in the form of seeing, hearing, and these teachings are for everyone
to be shared. Don’t dismiss them idly, understand that they are the whisperings
of truth… sound being the vehicle for instruction and the dissemination of
truth, sound in all its forms, vibration on the surface, the still surface
reflects it, the eyeball of the World’
The music had ended.
Liz had been in a slightly
altered state for most of the session but remained aware.
Liz did the healing exercise,
closing prayer and our closing down exercise…