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 visualisation exercise…
Liz started off walking through a marshy meadow land. There
were lots of rivulets around her and white birds, egrets. The water was rushing
past and draining into a large area of shining water that Liz was drawn towards.
Suddenly a beautiful ship appeared, wooden with masts but white and gleaming
like a heavenly ship. There were steps going up and a man dressed in white
welcomed Liz onto the ship. It was a warm welcome and she felt she was a guest
of honour as she climbed on. The ship moved off and there was a Napoleonic
seaman walking about the deck with a wooden leg who took Liz to the rails and
let her look through a long brass telescope and she saw land in the distance.
It was an island with palm trees and sand, a thick forest and mountains with
volcanos. They came to the shore and the white man and Liz got off and turned
into birds, then they were flowing, they didn’t have shapes anymore and then
became more like dragons and flew to the volcano. It was like fire inside and
Liz knew that these were all the elements, the fire here, the earth, the wood
from the trees, water surrounding the island and the air, all the elements
there. A person then appeared looking like a Native Indian with one feather in
his hair. He was like a guardian on this site and it was as if he said the
Earth was angry but Liz knew that wasn’t right, the Earth wouldn’t be angry but
it was renewing itself, it was trying to restore itself. It had had enough
devastation and Liz felt there was going to be a shake-up. The Earth belonged
to these original people and this man said he was one of them. The Earth had
been given to them and to be in tune with the Earth you had to understand it…
My visualisation took a long time to get going, I couldn’t
really see or focus on anything clearly. I kept seeing vague images like the
Statue of Liberty, hands coming and going, birds flying around and then I saw a
lady pushing a pram. She was Victorian looking and I tried to follow her but
she disappeared out the side of my vision. I then realised I was looking
through frosted glass which explained why everything was so vague and unclear.
I saw the magician Tommy Cooper who was trying to speak to me. I couldn’t hear
him but got the impression he wanted me to say ‘Abracadabra’ so I did and then
found myself on his side of the glass and the whole scene looked much clearer,
brighter and more colourful. I asked Tommy where I was and he joked that he
didn’t know, where would I like to be? Then he told me this is where I will be
when the time is right. I decided to explore this place and wanted to get some
information. As soon as I thought that I saw shelves of books and Tommy told me
that books were how I interpreted information but information is really what we
experience and it’s personal to each individual. Books are other people’s
experiences; it’s like getting it second hand. Only by getting you own
experiences will you build up information. He then told me I had to go back now
as my focus was in the physical world at the moment and that’s where I needed
to be but I could still come back for brief visits. Eventually I would
understand that the greater part of me is already on his side…
I put the music back on and we continued the session.
The room began to look lighter and misty to me.
I kept getting the feeling I was sitting at the back of a
church looking up the aisle.
Liz began to speak…
‘Had a rather amicable
man smoking a pipe and the word Dundee… it’s as if this man was in the sea… he
seems to have sandy coloured hair’
‘Keep coming back to
two sisters… got the name Diligence’
Liz was getting very hot.
She continued…
‘I seem to have a lady
and a man, Victorian… Uncle Frederick, Freddie… just aware of one pointing a
walking stick, it’s actually like a magic wand with a star on it’
‘Seem to be wrapping
something up, more like in a basket, like a florist, maybe a basket worker,
long reeds or stems… just reminded me of the baby in the bulrushes’
‘Everybody’s war,
everybody’s window on the world, everybody’s looking out of the window and
there’s like silver tea spoons. I’ve got the feeling of somebody saying we’re
all in it together’
‘Badger, a picture
like Badger in Wind in the Willows’
‘I’ve got this star,
like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, like the magic wand. The star, somebody’s
waving it, it looks like fireworks, sparklers… A word like crazy, crazy paving,
crazy Jane, crazy’
‘Somebody wanted to be
serious but the seriousness formed a ridiculous image like a giraffe’s head and
mouth, long neck with a funny expression a bit like a camel’s face, a funny
serious, like somebody would say seriously though, seriously though you reap
what you sow. It goes back to everybody’s war, we’re all in it together but if
you want out you have to look to the star, it’s where your aspirations are’
‘I see it’s the
Freddie Mercury star, there’s a lot of forgiveness there, there has to be a
lightness of being, can’t be too serious all the time…’
‘I see these deep
wells, wells of degradation but actually you can see the star shining in the
water there and as you look down into the well there’s that water in the bottom
and if you can catch the gleam of light it’s a reflection of the star that can
pull you out of the well, call it the well of despondency. Star light… Well as
in I wish you well, farewell, I have the story of the three wells… well, well,
well. Fair weather may follow you and follow your star’
‘The spiral stairway,
these old boots launching off it, going up and up and up breaking out through
the hatch at the top into the light. It’s like a light house and the lamp is at
the top. Know the way; it’s like a cork screw’
‘Seven… seven cities, seven
levels, seven times seven... I get the words take me home, home is the tower,
it’s like a seagull in flight, soring, free of gravity, light…’
‘I’m going nowhere and
where I always am, I’m here, I haven’t left, I’m home, I was lost and now I’m
found’
‘Furlong is a mile in
any language but what yard stick can I use when everywhere is everywhere and
here. No measuring tool, all places are one place which is here. I sowed the
golden grain so we can all reap the harvest. Love in a mist, that’s my flower’
The music ended.
I asked Liz if she had any more to say and she said…
‘Nothing but a jar of
pickled herrings’
Liz still felt several people about… Bernadette, a nun in a
deep blue robe and she sensed her dad around, it was just a feeling he was
there.
Once Liz was back with it she did the healing exercise,
closing prayer and closing down exercise.
I had fallen asleep a few times during the session.
Liz thought she might have dropped off once but remained
mostly awake throughout.