We had the room setup as usual.
At 8.40pm I did the opening prayer, turned out the light and
put the music on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge Exercise…
Liz started off on a pebble beach cut into a grass bank of a
fast flowing river. To her right was a flat wooden bridge like two wide railway
sleepers stretched over the river. Liz walked over it and could feel the warm
smooth wood under her feet. On the other side she walked onto wonderful springy
grass studded with colourful wild flowers looking like jewels going up a hill
side. Liz climbed up to the top of the hill, she wanted to go where the
rainbows were but hadn’t seen any yet. At the top it was a great vista looking
over more hills and countryside with snow topped mountains in the distance. She
saw rain and snow clouds over the mountains like weather fronts, a wonderful
mix of shadows, light and colours. Liz then felt a presence overshadowing her
and she saw there was a cross on the hillside. She got the words of the hymn… ‘There is a green hill far away…’ She
felt the footsteps leading up the hill were the way to the cross and she felt
her arms going out to the side identifying with the figure of Jesus, the
Christ, the suffering and she didn’t want it, she wanted the rainbows, she
wanted the ease not the difficulties, this slow torturous path of service but
she felt that was the way she’d been going and had to go. Suddenly Liz felt the
cross was turning into a staircase and she walked up it, going up and up into
the sky. The steps were almost golden. It went through the clouds and Liz
couldn’t see where she was going. She lost all sense of time and place but she
kept climbing blindly. Eventually she went through a hole in the clouds to a
wonderful golden lake full of liquid gold and she just wanted to immerse
herself in it and swim. She fell backwards into it. It was as if she had come
to the place of rainbows but it was gold, like the sun in water, it was beyond
description but felt like she had finally found what she was aiming for…
I started off standing by a large airplane and decided to
board it so climbed up the steps and into the side door. When inside it looked
like I was in a rib cage and I felt I was inside a giant living animal of some
sort. The seats were wooden benches so I sat down on one and watched the other
people coming in. They were a mixture of colours and nationalities and soon filled
up the inside of this plane or creature. When the door closed we were plunged
into darkness as there were no windows. I could feel it accelerating and taking
off and then found myself tuning into the eyes of this creature and could see
what it could see. We were very close to the ground flying through long silver
grass then went higher out of the grass into a brilliant blue sky and over vivid
countryside. We flew over a large lake that seemed to be dotted by whirlpools.
As we climbed higher we came to a snow topped mountain and flew round it a few
times. I could see other planes also flying round this mountain. Next we headed
out to sea and I noticed the sky was turning red and the sea seemed to be
boiling sending steam into the atmosphere creating a thick fog. It got so thick
I couldn’t see anything again and we appeared to be flying blindly. Eventually
the fog cleared and we landed back where we had taken off. The door opened
lighting up the inside and I got off with the others and saw more people
waiting to board for their trip…
Interestingly we both experienced travelling blindly.
I put the music back on.
The room now looked misty to me.
I saw a few flashes and pin-pricks above me.
I had a kind of floating feeling.
There were bright blobs in front of me.
I had pressure on my right ear.
Liz got the word ‘Haliborange’
Neither of us knew at the time but it is the name of a
vitamin tablet.
I had a pressure on my left ear.
I got a feeling of something shooting through me from head
to feet and then my feet went cold.
Liz had a pulsing on her left forefinger and pins and needles
in her head.
She became aware of watching people weaving branches, making
a lattice work.
Liz began to speak…
‘I have this web, it’s
like gossamer, like a net curtain, delicate, like a fisherman’s net, fishers of
men, between the two isles… deep sea divers bringing up pearls… nuggets of
wisdom… outward expression of the distillation of experience’
‘Bright corn, ready to
be harvested, bright grains… experience, harvest… I think we misrepresent
experiences, this newspaper façade of images, of information, of pageant,
stories, very superficial, sort of running on the surface noise, it’s like
mining for gold, panning for gold, big sieves, amongst the mud, the grains and
the grains when sifted out of raw debris an ounce of gold… pounds of debris and
an ounce of gold’
Liz was getting very hot.
‘I’ve got silicon or
silverman… a sense of silver coins… Sydney Silverman, I think had a connection
with abolition of hanging… I have the name Mavis or Maisy… I got the image of a
hangman’s rope in connection with justice, silver scales… I just have the
feeling of the struggle in this life to bring through these values, justice,
all these things they seem to have to be fought for… again like gleaming droplets
of gold amongst all the mire, pearl in the depths, to extract these, to bring
out the essential in this mire of profanity which can be the mental noise of
human existence is difficult to sustain, to sustain the effort, to clarify, to
hold the vision, it needs to maintain the focus, that intention, once you’ve
grasped the shining quality to hold on to the vision, to pursue it because it
will lead to the truth’
‘Panacea… Panacea is
something that will solve all problems and illness… Haliborange’
‘I’m wanting to ask
what it’s like to die, the next step. I have this feeling of this great sea of
molten gold like stepping into the sea with the sunrise on it, the sun as it’s
rising it’s spreading its gold over the whole sea, is like a molten furnace of
gold and just the brightness and the wonderful goldenness is homing in and
immersing me and you can surrender to it. It’s the ultimate transition of
Narcissus, from the I to the not I, yet still I, I am’
The music ended.
Liz had dropped off at the beginning of the session for a
while and I had dropped off several times.
Liz did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing
down exercise.
During the healing I got the feeling the door was open and
people were going up and down a corridor outside. It felt like a hospital…