172nd Sitting 21/06/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We started with the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise then continued on into the session.

Liz got the name Derek and the colour khaki.

After a long pause Liz started speaking again...

'I got the name Carruthers, got a tall knotted stick like a branch that’s been cut with bits sticking out of it... nests, black bird nests... just wanting to acknowledge... polished linoleum, lavender polish, someone who worked hard... gorse, prickly... seeing a message, it’s a bit tattered... lots of torn fragments, sort of mementos... sense of picking up these tatters, birthday messages, clearing the decks for what comes next... like beam me up Scotty... like stepping of an airplane onto the tarmac, a new place... Uncle Bernie... all waiting at the passenger lounge, at the gates, like going on holiday... noticing these amazing flowers, wonderful colours, like corn flowers but bigger... got Carruthers again, he's got a dog like a spotty Labrador, Dalmatian, throwing things... tin of Golden Syrup, green and gold, a lion... I sense Carruthers was something to do with teaching, a head teacher... a public school'

' My mum and dad reminding me of skylarks, in the gorse bushes... they want their ashes scattered...'

'This jar, this empty jar was a life, it's empty now, been recycled, all the fragments can be recycled, they are like tattered fragments and the inhabitants have gone, stepped off the airplane, stepped into a new reality, a new adventure like a holiday, gone onto a great welcoming party, friends, relatives, contacts all spreading out, all filling a new space, and the things that stand out are the beautiful things. They are reminders, memories, they come like messages'

'Get the sense of somebody wanting to send a postcard, wish you were here, thinking of you message. All the old clothes are recycled, all gone, it's okay'

'A little terrier dog'

'There are so many people... Ivy... wearing pearls, piano... Terrence or is it terrier...'

'It's the flowers... should never underestimate the primacy of flowers. Flowers are reminders of the spiritual heritage, of the brightness of the gems in the hem of a new gown, a gown of creation. There's signposts, it's not just that they attract butterflies, bees, insects that are drawn, they are receptacles of light, store and emit light, concentrated emitters, focusing the sun in palatable doses. The sun is an embodiment of a greater spiritual light and from his great outpouring these jewels, these diamonds that are flowers crystallise out and they are found in their various emanations and forms throughout all phases of being, all planes. It's like a note that's being struck and the harmonics and resonances echo, reverberate at all levels. Flowers are the embodiment of light and people are welcomed into the world with flowers and celebrated as they leave the world with flowers and on their birthdays and all remembrance points there are flowers on their way, at their feet, and many of their steps and journeys. The flowers are to be fostered, are to be tended, are to be adored, are to be cultivated and treasured, they are the real jewels in the crown of life. You cannot look at the sun directly, your eyes will be blinded by the brilliance of light but you can look into a flower and there is the image of the sun which is gentle and will not blind. So, from the daisies on your lawn at your feet to the roses in their magnificence, each and every one is to be glorified, to be adored, to be cherished because they are reminders, echoes of a greater light. So, to cultivate a garden is a form of worship, there are many ways to adore the light, to pay tribute. To cultivate a garden is just one'

'And I see these elderly persons shuffling off their mortal coil, getting ready to depart, surrounding them with flowers, it’s a reminder as our light ebbs it reinforces in us the joy to come, the glory of light, helps us to hold onto the link with the greater reality that awaits us. We remember it, we reach out to it, it provides the link so the first thing I see when I land are the flowers and then the faces of those I love and they are full of flowers and I know that I am going home'

'I have a man, a sort of walrus moustache, he's Max Kade and he's telling me that I shall use his machine, and to give his love to Isabel, he loved the flowers. It's the EEG machine, mind mirror Max Kade invented with Jeffery Blundell'

'Have a French connection... ah my French connection concerning the garden, yes, I can understand, it's Nichole my friend, she created with the money from her parents, from Suzy and Claude, a memory, yes it's good so thank Nicole for the wonderful tribute of flowers, a botanical garden... thank you to all our spirit friends and to Mum and Dad, Claude and Suzy, Max and Mr. Carruthers and uncle Bernie and everyone, love and blessings to you from us. We receive your benediction... that's all'

I played a tune until Liz felt back with it.

Then we discussed our Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercises...

Liz had been walking on flagstones towards a bridge and was just reaching out to people on the other side, asking them to join with her and draw near...

I saw a man playing a flute. He had a flat cap on and a long coat. Sitting around him were many Chinese boys sitting cross legged on the floor listening to the music. He started walking amongst them and they looked up as he walked past, some were laughing and some were crying. Then he started to float up into the air, circling above them going round and round, getting higher and higher like a spiral and as he went up he left a trail of musical notes spiraling below him. He eventually reached a ledge and sat down on a chair and the spiral of musical notes that connected him to the Chinese boys below changed into a glass spiral staircase and one by one the boys started walking up it and as they did so they aged. By the time they reached the top they were old men with long hair and beards and they stepped onto the ledge thanked the man and disappeared into the distance. Then the man seemed to dissolve into nothing along with the spiral staircase...

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

171st Sitting 12/06/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out light and put music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise then carried on into the session.

Liz reported seeing lots of white wispy shapes moving around the room, it felt like lots of people in the room and looked a bit like oil in water.
The room looked misty to me.

About 20 minutes after the opening prayer Liz started to speak...

'Just had the sense of somebody standing here... a bit like Roger Moore'

Me... 'He was the Saint wasn't he'

'Was he James Bond as well?'

Me... 'Yes... and he was a spiritual person'

Long pause...

'Gaviscon...'

'Xerox... copy machine... I get the feeling all these people are copies'

'Got a sense of jodhpurs, somebody in riding gear'

Me... 'Is it a man or woman?'

'A woman... Gaviscon, I get that again, I think it's in a bottle, it's for indigestion'

'Image of a tea spoon and there's a little old man connected with it'

'Clive...'

'I've got hurdles, jumping, lots of images, not very clear. He's saying give me that tea spoon'

'I keep getting violet'

'I had the impression earlier of going on a journey, connected with Roger Moore, it was like being surrounded by colours but speeding off in a plane or vehicle of some sort, travelling. Like a variation on the theme of a rainbow... I get the impression of the borderline between fantasy and reality, imagination, characters, dream snatches and our reality, us, a very thin border, one morphs into the other, our identities are not very fixed like in the rainbow bubble where the colours morph into each other, like the oil on the surface of water shifting and swirling... Constantinople... don't know what sort of destination that is. All the concerns we have about our safety and security are illusory, not based on anything real, they are just phantoms of fear because whatever we want we can have, it's only our fear that creates obstacles. It's navigating a path through all the imagery and the fluctuating colours steering a path. we have a destination, you hold firm to that destination, Constantinople and you get there you know the phantasmagoria of the journey is an illusion but a necessary phase'

'Cedric and Seymour... all these names popping up, writing in the mind, all like stories conjured up like Shakespeare says, we are such stuff as dreams are made of and our little minds are rounded with sleep, but in that sleep we can wake, but staying awake only comes with practice'

'Ballet shoes, pink ballet shoes... majestic, accomplishment, I have it all, maintained it for a lifetime, a dream come true. I feel like the bud on a poppy, tightly closed, not yet opened, a dream of awakening, the petals opening. Now I feel as if I'm in a cocoon, chrysalis, waiting to immerge fully fledged, could be a rose, could be a butterfly, could be a dancer. Put to sleep and in that sleep what dreams will come. I'm no longer wishing one way, open to all possibility to become what I truly am. I still don't know if my life lasts forever or what my life needs. I'm being dissolved, reformed, reconstituted, will anyone recognise, remember me? Will I remember me? Not the old me'

'I sense a bridge, I'm floating under a bridge, the sky's rushing past, sensations... and I get the number 22, Felicity or is it Felix... someone somewhere is communicating something of their experience in the transition phase. Someone who's beginning to wake up out of the sleep'

'Getting an image of a briar rose, sleeping beauty'

'I get this sensation of all these lives like petals or data streams just merging and blending and flowing around, like blasts of music or the iridescent patterns of oil on water, these are just traces that the person, the consciousness inhabits briefly, flowing in and out of the patterns, identifying with the memory trace, reenacting it, slipping in and out, quite shape-shifting. I think it's only here the opportunity to focus, to bring to fruition a particular story, to act it out step by step in detail. In the transition phase passing through into the next phase its more fluid, unstructured like reflections in water constantly being ruffled and rippled, losing the image, reforming fragments'

'The name Cleo... I think it's enough for now... looking around'

'It's hard to tell what is me and what isn't and that's the truth of it. I didn't have any idea what to expect, and I still don't. You could say I'm struggling but it's not struggling I'm just trying to make sense of it. I know it’s a transition, a transitory phase and I know that because I'm travelling. There's nothing fixed any more but its okay I'll go with it. You're swimming with me and I know, thank you'

'Just hold my hand when passing under the bridge and into the light... you all know that light, that light is who we truly are... out of the womb of darkness I came into the light and the light surrounded and engulfed me and I became the light'

'I think that's all... Silver over and out'

I played a tune while Liz came back with it

Then we discussed our Rainbow Bridge visualisations...

Liz started off on a muddy plane, a mud flat. An enormous swan came past and Liz got on its back then it flew towards some rainbows on the horizon. They flew high above the rainbows then Liz came off the swan and into a rainbow bubble. She felt completely at peace, at ease inside this rainbow bubble. Something was tickling her eyelid and Liz got the urge to open her eyes and saw lots of shapes and lights moving in the room which made her feel the room was full of people...

I found myself standing on the edge of a cliff looking down into darkness and I jumped off. I was falling down but then stopped in midair and became aware of lots of strands like cobwebs attached to me and they were lit up and pulsating. I felt I was being fed information through these strands of light. I then found myself on a long rope bridge between two mountains and started to walk across it as it swayed beneath my feet. It was a long way up but I had no fear of falling I just wanted to reach the end and speeded myself up by visualising myself further along it. Reaching the end, I found two caves going into the mountain and chose the right-hand cave. It was dark inside then suddenly lit up. Then I went into a dream and can't recall what happened next apart from meeting somebody and disagreeing about something...

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