We had the room setup as usual.
I did the opening prayer at 8.30pm, turned out the light and put the music on.
We did the Rainbow Bridge Visualisation Exercise the same way as last week and will continue this way for a while.
Liz met lots of people on the bridge, all people she knew who had died...
I went onto the bridge and saw the other side which looked like the bright blobs coming and going that I often see in the room when we sit. An old man appeared out of this and came up to me with his hands cupped holding some sort of liquid. I put my hands under his and he released the liquid onto them making them glow. I then rubbed my face with my hands and that glowed too as the old man began to laugh and skipped and danced back to his side. There were lots of black crows and white doves flying around and one of each landed on my hands which I moved together as the two birds became one multicoloured bird like a parrot...
I then fell asleep for a while waking up about half way through the music CD.
I sang along to the tunes to keep myself awake.
Just before the CD finished I saw bright blobs coming and going with faces in them including a side view of the head of an elephant.
The room started to look lighter.
Then Liz began to speak...
'I have the image of a spoon... spoon fed, we're being spoon fed'
'These instruments... glasses we look through with our eyes and they give a very partial picture to represent a facet of reality. It's enough for us now but when we awake to be in the peelings to inner layers those eye pieces and instruments fall away. When you have music without the guitar music you hear only a representation of the harmonies apparent on the inner planes'
'Jacqueline Kennedy... I have a gathering outside a church, a Celtic cross...'
'In a physical world there's rushing around, snatching at time, never enough time, clock always ticking. In the inner planes there's always enough time, time doesn't have meaning, things take as long or as short as they need. In the present there's nowhere else to need to be but where you are and that's always for just long enough'
'Duty is an old-fashioned word but its meaning is faithfulness, steadfastness to the task, to the appointed task, to the task that is set which is set by the course of things, to be faithful to one's calling to one's life and to the inner planes. Instruct that calling and that is duty, not imposed from without but resonate from within bringing together the within and without in one seamless confluence of wills, of purpose. Knowing of the course set, being at the helm of one's being'
'I drive my own bus and carry many passengers. The passengers are the presences of all the singing parts of my creation and more of me than is seen. I'm a confluence of wills, of willingness, a confluence of the intentions to intend, to intend a life, to intend a path. Behind any manifestation is the unmanifest and which came first. The dance together, the shadow of the solid under the sun. The sun illuminates and out of its light all manifestations are born. They are born and have their numerous shadows and reflections and images of resonances and they fade and vanish but still the sun shines until more manifest and each has an intention to project further, to manifest further, to continue to rebound, to reflect echoes to the furthest whisper, faint, disappearing but the arrow of intent was written with purpose and the message of that life, that pathway, though the footprint fades, the sea washes the sand, memory is absorbed in the sand rebounding like a boomerang. No matter how far the elastic stretches it returns. We are such stuff as dreams are made of and our little life is rounded with a sleep. That every thought and every footstep that is charged with intent is recorded and rebounded and there is nowhere to go to be lost. The strength of the recording is a measure of the force and the intent, the confluence of wills and the trajectory of the lifetime'
'The seed that becomes the strong oak has impressed many but the sapling that dwindles and fades becomes food for the strong oak and its essence is absorbed by others. There is nowhere to go for any to be lost, the fruits of the forest are recycled'
'This is all we know of love. Beyond the sun is still a mystery, the deep dark of space out of which suns emerge. All is held in a great unknowing knowing, all we know out of the depths of night becomes light and out of light comes all manifestation and all manifestation returns to light and light is held in the dark like a child in its mother's womb'
'If we can allow ourselves to fall into the depths of our unknown a knowing might dawn in the way that light dawns out of night and all imaginings stem in the dawning of the light out of the night and in all this is a deeper knowing. We reach for it but it evades us. We are blinded with light, blinded with the images of light but deep within all these images is the essential, the essence, indivisible unity, void yet full'
'Here we come to the end of speech, the end of speaking so I must finish now. God bless you for your listening to the sound of silence'
'I have Eve here and she's saying the Lord's Prayer... Eve is rejoicing in the confluence of souls, in the blending together, merging of souls... Goodnight Eve and God bless you. Look after Pete and thank you Sheila, God bless you all'
I played a tune then did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise...