140th Sitting 13/06/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

Liz had her pen and pad with her this week in case she felt inspired to do any writing.

I did the opening prayer at 8.10pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz found herself in a red brick walled garden with muticoloured wall flowers everywhere giving off a beautiful smell. There was a tall wrought iron gate ahead of her at the other end of the garden. Liz walked through it and found herself facing a huge fountain like a wedding cake with tiers like last week. It looked solid with white water. There were fairies, angels and other beings connected with it and then it turned into a crystal staircase, a pillar going up and up like a bean stalk. It was crystalised and Liz wanted to climb up it with all these beings that were climbing up and down. It was like a white wrought iron spiral staircase. Liz went up and up and it seemed to go on and on forever. Liz got to a point where she was waiting for something different to happen then suddenly it was like the staircase unfolded and opened out into giant petals. Liz stepped out onto a landing of petals. She found herself in a circle of beings sitting in front of an enormous diamond that was colourless but all of its faces had rainbow refractions in them like prisms with more prisms inside of them, it was endless. Within each face were more faces that went on and on. It was like potential realities being held in this potential state by holding a focus, this potential universe in abeyance, a multitude of colours, worlds and universes. Liz became aware that she couldn't hold the concentration on them for very long, she was flying off like a butterfly. The diamond was the bud that held the potential of all being, all universes but at the same time Liz was aware that it was only one level, there were further levels but Liz had got off at a convenient platform...

I found myself underwater looking at jellyfish going up and down when a line of tadpoles went swimming past looking like a long snake weaving around the seaweed. As the last tadpole went past I grabbed hold of it and followed them all through the water. I felt like I was one of them. They started to go down deeper into the sea which got darker and darker then each tadpole started to glow. They now looked like a long pearl necklace and I started glowing too, we were all getting brighter and brighter. All the tadpoles split up going their separate ways and I watched them looking like stars in the sky. Then I felt like I was waking up from a dream and found myself laying on grass looking up at the sky. It was night time and I could see the stars looking just like the tadpoles. I got the feeling I was connected to all the stars and felt the light from them coming down to me making me shine like the stars and I felt like I was one of the stars. I looked around and saw other people shining and looking up at the stars. We all then got up, joined hands and began dancing in a circle as we watched the stars getting brighter and brighter above and within us...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

I was noticing a lot of light and flashes behind me and the room started to look brighter.

I started to get bright blobs in front of me coming and going. One of them formed into the shape of a large ornate chair like a throne. It was very bright and I sensed someone was sitting on it who then stood up with their arms outstretched towards me. I felt it was a bishop and then I got the name Desmond Tutu before the image slowly faded.

Liz had her pad on her lap and wrote a few words, names and phrases but she didn't feel the control of her arm as strong as it had been last Wednesday.

After the music finished Liz began to speak...

'It's like a Spring bank, bluebells... blues and pale yellows... got the name Margo... seem to be on a rough concrete path, maybe a farm path. I've got metal wheels without tyres and a picture of wooden clogs. It's like a cement factory, bricks, quarrying chalk, very white'

'A picture of a slim tall man with a dark beard teaching some women. I think he's teaching them to write, they're trying to pull themselves up, to educate themselves. I think that might be Steven. It's a feeling they were doing it on the side, they were meant to be working'

'A steam train... Pellegra'

'I see a little black dog like a spaniel trotting along this concrete path'

'I see an image of somebody hanging'

'Felicity'

'The old lady who lived in a shoe, hobble, hobble... someone's upset'

'A coach load of tourists... Hubble bubble, toil and trouble... bonnie prince Charlie'

'I'm seeing this lady in Salisbury cathedral wrapping a bunch of flowers... a man in a tall hat... a coach and horses, a carriage'

'An apple tree... wicker baskets, fence... a couple of ducks'

'Rainbow... big rainbow over a church, a gateway... bells'

'A driver in uniform, top hat'

'Looking over fields, like I'm going up in a balloon looking over a patchwork of fields saying goodbye'

'Someone said crusade... a crusade for truth'

'A milkmaid and status quo, settling down'

'Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet...'

'I seem to be getting these pictures that relate to different people, now I've got tyres...'

'I think I'm going through somebody's series of lives, a sense of rushing along... the feeling of the very slow progression, repeating patterns, gradual change, incremental changes. Crusade for truth could be an underlying thread but its eked out... like a thread that gets lost, it's there, it keeps surfacing but then it goes underground. A thread that's holding these lives together. It is a pathway, the overall quest gets lost in the minutiae every day. The crusade for truth seems like a flaming sword, I guess it's trying to come through but it's not without struggle. My feeling is that was past and things are getting faster. Now is the time for that crusade to surface, to find its right time, its been waiting, it has to be the right time. With all this development and technology the world is getting to a point now where that can surface. Perhaps the word quest is better than crusade. I get the sense of a great deal of patience being exercised following these mundane lives, stories, but knowing it's all incremental, changes and shifts, and if we look into history we see education and the increase in intellectual development along with the technologies. There is a sense of urgency now coming to fruition, a step change, but patience has been part of the human experiment, our patience and your patience, spirit and human. The rewards of that patience is the coming of the Springtime, a resurgence of truth...'

Liz asked me to play a tune.

When she felt back with it I did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise...

139th Sitting 07/06/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.00pm, turned off the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off sitting on a red tiled doorstep looking out into a garden with an amazing water fountain like a wedding cake in three tiers. Liz then became the water of the fountain and had a connection with water everywhere. She could feel the seas of the Earth, the water in the tree's roots and the rain. Her perception extended beyond the Earth into meteors, blocks of ice swimming in space, and the water on planets and moons. It was the water that connected all things. Liz experienced the water in all living things, in herself and in others. It was as if in being the water she then became everything that was created. Liz then became part of a line of dancers which formed into an expanding ring. Each new movement was past round the ring looking like a kaleidoscope. Each movement created a new scenario, the Garden of Eden, all the animals of the Earth. It reminded Liz of the bible, God created this and then created that and so on. Each movement seemed to be recorded like there was a memory, they were all still there, every movement had a pattern that became incredibly complex. The whole world came into being through this sequential dance which carried on and on and carried on being built upon...

I started off standing at the back of a church looking up the aisle towards the alter at the other end of the church. I got the feeling it didn't end at the alter, there was more after that and then I started to see something happening beyond the alter and as I watched I found myself a part of it. It was a wonderfully bright colourful scene with happy smiling people everywhere. Some were flying around with wings like angels. It reminded me of a colourful stained glass window with the sun shining through it. I asked one of the people what this place was and they said it was a place free of fears and full of love. It was attached to this church and had been for 100s of years and it was their job to try and get this happy feeling across to the people who went to the church. There was too much fear in the teachings of the church making it a very dark cold place at times and they tried to make people see the more loving aspects of their religion, lift their spirits and get rid of their fears. I asked how do we get rid of fear and he said it was a case of not worrying about future events as they don't exist, just live in the moment, be happy, don't allow negativity to affect you and eventually you will see how the world for you becomes a much more harmonious place. This may take a lifetime or many lifetimes to achieve but that doesn't matter as long as you keep working at losing your fears...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

Liz... 'I've got a holly... I think it's a name... Something sequestered near an oak'

Just over a week ago Liz had twice received an image of a blank writing pad and she got the day Wednesday. She took this to mean she should sit to develop automatic writing on Wednesdays. This week we were sitting on a Wednesday instead of our usual Tuesday and Liz felt a pain in the muscles of her right forearm. It felt like her muscles were being manipulated making her hand move and we realised we should have brought a pen and writing pad into the room.

Next week when we sit we will have a pen and pad ready and see what happens.

Liz had a sense of a gold star and a team effort. She felt that the writing had been her modus operandi since she was born.

Liz felt her grandfather was with her.

Liz continued...

'Got a sense of a railway carriage or a boat... got the word valediction and fenetre, window of opportunity'

'Just got an image of someone who looked like Bernard Bresslaw but not as tall looking down a microscope'

'Got the word Mars'

'There's a large group of scientists'

'Got the name Charlie... Uncle Charlie'

'Got an image of a violin, the strings are tightly tuned, I think that's a metaphor for highly strung'

'Santa Claus'

'Umbrella, Mary Poppins'

'Godzilla... an elephant'

'Got this sense of all the rituals and traditions and all the spiritual endeavours. The essence of it, like it's being poured into us, we carry it all, the inner meaning of it. The outward paraphernalia passes as many forms but the inner meaning of it. There's so many festivals, traditions, rituals but the underlying significance is the spiritual connection that's connecting to spirit, connecting to the universal love of the living God, the living God within, within and without are the same. We are the recipients, the vessels of this liqueur that's being poured into us. It's like we've tasted ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, it's the distillation of age old wisdom past down through the ages, still practised, still there and it crystallises in various places and people and groups. It takes on its individual form or flavour and it has to be kept going, it can't help itself, it just automatically does keep going because it's intrinsic, a little bit like sap in a tree it exudes at certain times of the year throughout the life of the tree. The sap is always there but the beads of sap exude and make manifest. The inner sap trickles down the trunk of the tree to be tapped by those who are thirsty for nectar, the sweet juice of truth. We're being the exudate now, that's our function to exude the hematic wisdom. It's the universal truth, truths, one of many'

'You can't tell a cat by its colour. In the twilight and dark all cats look the same colour but we shine the bright light, focus the light on the cat and it will assume a colour, ginger, black, white but the essence of cat is without colour, is all colours. We are looking at the essence, the colour is merely a temporary projection. A true cat is all colours shapes and sizes. We call it a cat family. So it is with people, a human family, all shapes, colours and sizes. You can't tell a human by its colour, the human essence is without colour, without shape, without size. We talk of the prototype, the archetype and that is evolving. We can shape that, we can shape humanity, refine, the archetype is evolving but it has to feed on the exudate and the nectar of the gods. The spiritual nectar feeds that archetype until that human becomes divine. We talk of the divine human. When Jesus said I and my father are one that's what he meant'

'I see such a community of beings, of people we know we are connected to, so many people we can't even bring them to mind. It's hilarious really... the multitude, many we know and they are all connected'

'Johnathon... Easteemore... butterflies... olive trees...'

'A lot of images keep coming to do with the family, a large family and the sense of the importance of this larger family unit. Seems to extend into the past and into the future but it's a community and seems to be important. A cradle for development but it's a very extended family, not just the nucular family, a large network... Dorothy is emphasising this'

'I have an image of somebody in a toboggan in the snow, half buried, being pulled out'

'Buttercups'

Liz said thank you to everyone and asked me to play a tune.

I then did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise...