186th Sitting 20/12/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.05pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge Exercise then continued on into the session.

About 15 minutes after the opening prayer Liz began to speak...

‘My hair seems to be tied, it’s long and fair, tied in a plat or wreath around it. I feel like a shepherdess. Got this sense of Nutella, triangle, very light footed, almost princess like but simple, I have a princess dress, bare foot, dancing in a meadow like in a nursery rhyme. In this meadow, this nursery rhyme world the children’s world I am very happy. I feel a bit like Goldilocks and the three bears. I'm out of that cottage now, I don’t have the will to go back there. I'm free in the meadow, the nursery rhyme world and I can feel daisy chains around my neck, happy, happy, happy to be here. All the fairy stories, I seem to have more with me, Snow White, the old step mother. We live our lives out with stories and like in the fairy stories you come to the end of the story and can close the book, and you can step out of it. Many of the fairy stories have happy ends, my ending is a happy ending. I'm here in this happy meadow with the freedom and sunshine, tending my flock, a nursery flock. All the jewels in China couldn’t buy me more pleasure than the daisy chain. Those daisies, white and yellow, pure, innocent and fresh, you say fresh as a daisy. That's how it feels in a natural world when I finish telling the stories and close the book. I look out into a meadow and I see the real world, fresh as a daisy, pristine, a blank canvas, just being itself. We twist and turn our lives and torture them with stories which are fascinating, which enthral, which terrorise, which entertain but they distort the truth of who we really are, pure unadulterated being, daisy fresh. We get wrapped up in the story lines, the tales that are told in the nightmares and the cruel twists and turns and the thwarted wishes and the vain desires and the glories in the disasters and we forget the simple things, we forget who we really are behind the distortions, reflections, projections. We lose track of our true self, our own being. Now it is pure joy just to be me in this meadow, unwritten’

‘It’s like I'm looking at a chameleon, I seem to have a long flowing headgear dress like an Arab man, a billowing gown, looking at a chameleon, strange little creature, like looking at a camel’s face but smaller, wrinkled, reptilian... Jebal, that’s my name, Jebal... footsteps in the sand, it’s a path, can breathe in a lot of dust, sand storm. Have a wheeled bike, a bicycle... it’s a hurry to get away but I'm blinded by this sand storm. Life becomes very opaque, it’s like looking at a view when it’s all blanked out, snuff, just like that, a chest full of sand. Just wondering was it all worth it? What was it all for? I have the memory of this little reptilian face blinking at me, that’s what I take to the grave. The reality of this little creature is just us two, him and me gone in a blink, snuffed out in a sand storm, and I wish I'd noted a bit more, studied a bit more, understood a bit more. What was important all went so quickly, not a lot of consideration, just hunting around, not a lot of thought, now thinking what was it for? What was good in all this? Want to find an answer. Not a lot... have to look a little bit further. Frogs’ legs, little creature with frogs' legs. I think he has something to teach me, he’s come with me. In the sand storm we were both in the same space and now we’re still in the same space, together, there’s something that links us forever and I have to look at what that means, there’s something in it for me to understand. I just wanted to share this, my mind is thinking about it because it must have some meaning. The same life essence that runs through me, runs through you even the most simple of creatures, old frog leg and I'm so sorry if I ever hurt you because you like me have had that little life snuffed out like that without ever knowing the meaning of it, before there is time to discover the treasure of it and it should be treasured. Just because we haven’t seen the treasure doesn’t mean there isn’t treasure to be found. It doesn’t seem fair to have it extinguished like this before we’ve really dug deep. So, I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you or snuffed your little life. I was cruel, now I have to make amends for all the lives I mindlessly destroyed, lives I thought were lesser and had no consequence. I want to make amends... I feel myself now in a zebra striped gown and I don’t know what this means... I will find out the meaning of this black and white garment I’ve been given and I will come back later when I've found it and let you know because there is some meaning in all of this... so I’ll leave you now, thank you for listening’

‘I sense a very sweet lady here, short curly hair, very sweet-natured. Get a sense she’s holding a kitten’

‘Just got a sense of Sheherezade, the Arabia knights, the wife who manages to keep alive by telling stories, keeping her cruel husband entertained so he won’t dispose of her like Henry VIII. Very sweet-natured person’

Liz asked for the music to be turned up...

‘I’m getting the Fs... feverfew, Faversham, Fielding...’

‘Got the name Veronica’

‘I feel as if I've been taken on a journey down a speeded-up path, I've come to a station, name like Gooseberry, not sure what I'm doing here, like being in an old-fashioned film, a proper engine. A name Goodenough, I don’t know if that’s a surname?’

‘I feel as if I'm meeting someone with a fox around her neck, a sense of dead deer and animals, like being caught up in an old-fashioned movie, a large animal like a stag being carried like a trophy, not a very nice image, I don’t think I like it, got a feeling I don’t want to be here, like it’s all staged. got a colour lavender, looking at something knitted, something pleasant and floral, that’s taking me into a more pleasant space, flowers in a garden. It’s as if I've made little crocheted skull caps, hats, lavender coloured for little heads. Not sure what I'm getting here. It's like I'm looking at big ugly furniture which I don’t like, rather dark wood, large, cumbersome, heavy’

‘I’m sensing myself on a sleigh ride, being pulled by husky dogs which is great fun. Marigolds, I'm not sure why I'm being shown all these things. Seeing little embroidered handkerchiefs, motifs, different colours... seeing a rather grand fountain now, centre piece of a garden... where are we? ...Buckingham... Can we stop here...’

I player a tune to help Liz come back.

‘Just say thank you to all those who’ve shared something with us, I’m sorry I can’t always tell what’s my mind and what’s your mind. I hope I've brought something through that’s genuine... My ear went all distant then, whether that was a sort of confirmation?’

Me... ‘Yes, could have been’

We then talked about our Rainbow Bridge Exercises...

Liz decided to just reach out and found herself in a field of dandelions, vivid yellow colours and dandelion clocks. She laid down and felt invisible presences with her that were lifting her up and covering her in a white sheet and she was really happy to be there. Liz felt she had to merge with the sheet in the middle of this field of yellow dandelions. She became the sheet and tried to maintain being a completely blank sheet. This was what the invisible friends wanted so that they could imprint their presences on her...

I saw in the distance a man climbing over a wall then getting on a bicycle with a sack of letters. He cycled up to me gave me a letter then disappeared. I tried to see who the letter was addressed to but couldn’t turn it over so I just opened it and took out a large folded sheet of paper full of words but I couldn’t read the words. The paper then turned into a moving image, it was like an old-fashioned film being shown to me of the first world war, soldiers in battle, then I saw a man holding a French flag on a pole next to a mound of earth as if someone had just been buried and he put the flag in the ground. Then it was a hospital and a baby being born and the film showed this baby growing up as a boy at school, then university and then he was a scientist in a lab surrounded by instruments. Then I saw this man at a party being invited to a séance which I felt he didn’t really want to go to but he did and the man with the flag materialised and spoke to him saying he was his guide and would help him investigate life after death. There were other materialisations which were very evidential and this convinced him that there was indeed something in this. Finally I saw him as an old man surrounded by books he’d written on afterlife investigations and experiments. He was pleased with what he had done but felt the true value of the books was to inspire others to investigate and experiment themselves to get their own evidential experiences...

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