189th Sitting 24/01/2019

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.15pm, turned out the light and put the music on...

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

After about five minutes Liz began speaking...

‘I had an Edna earlier, a connection with cotton gloves, gardening gloves, a garden. Part of a crowd of beautiful people’

‘And I just got a Richard Barraclough, feels like a solicitor, get a sense of a solicitor’s shop, a tall man, originally dark hair but now grey, quite thin, slim, wears spectacles sometimes, quite good looking, concerned about his appearance, great pride, he’s got little children, grandchildren, has an Elizabethan type house, mock Tudor, big garden. I think he went before he got very old. A sense of having led a good life but sorry to have left the grandchildren. I see a little girl with ribbons in her hair on a swing, he’s fond of her. County Mayo, a holiday place, fishing, a sense of regret, I think he’s left some of his fishing stuff there, I think he wants it returned to his son, didn’t have enough time to sort it out, a lot of love for the family and his colleagues. A sense of a good life well lived and no regrets apart from leaving all the people that he loved and his good friends. I think he has many friends and family where he is now but I think he is going to be helping those behind, still living, he wants to, he has a son still at university. I sense bungee straps, being still tied to something, still tightly bonded to his son. Sporting, cycling connection. Sense of a great ocean, sailing connection, the Irish sea, great love of open spaces’

‘There’s a Peggy... see her feeding chickens, a farmer’s wife. Throwing out the bread crumbs and grain. Seems a bit cross because they’ve got in the vegetable garden’

‘A sense of nuns or nurses but in a strange headdress... like in a choir... from India or Africa, dark skinned, maybe catholic’

‘Got the name Sarah’

Liz asked me to play the music so I turned it up for about five minutes then she began speaking again...

‘Confiscated... contact... something to do with tennis, tennis ball... sense of getting crossed wires, Teddington, the name Felicity...’

‘Marie-Ann...’

Liz asked for music again so I turned it up then down about ten minutes later as she continued...

‘Someone is pressing forward, I’m calling him Sandy because he’s got a mop of sandy, shaggy curls, slightly curly hair, he’s quite small, I recognise him but I can’t place him it’s like he’s wearing a checked sports jacket, he’s very short and a bit of a comedian, bit of a clown’

Me... ‘There was a comedian in Eastbourne some time ago called Sandy Powell’

‘He seems to have a high voice, he could put on a high voice as part of his comedy act, he’s clowning around, holding my attention, he’s juggling with things. He was small but he needed to project himself big to fit in, to find a place but he was full of fun and good humour, he enjoyed being the heart and soul, entertaining people... he’s wanting to make amends for something, it’s to do with food, he’s showing me a plate of spring greens, perhaps he didn’t eat his greens? It's like he’s saying my mum tried to get me to eat greens but I wouldn’t. It's like he poured paint over people or himself. I think sometimes he took the piss out of people, it was his way of getting back because people could take the piss out of him easily so he used that slightly sarcastic or denigrating... self-denigrating maybe but maybe he also made fun of other people, used his humour to poke fun at people, it was his way of getting back for he’d had to put up with a certain amount of stick because he was small. I think he was difficult with his family, there was something he wants to make amends for, dysfunctional relationships, might be caused by him, I think he put on a bit of an act to avoid people getting too close to him. It was easier for him to play a role than be real, it’s like the act became the part of who he was. I think he wants to make amends because he feels he didn’t act as a proper parent, have a proper relationship with his children or even with his wife, all a bit of an act, he preferred to be on the stage. I think he didn’t know how to be natural because he didn’t really know who he was, lost touch with himself. I think he could be quite spiteful and it’s all those things he feels the need to make amends for because he didn’t give of his best in relationships and I think he now wishes he could have done better there. It's like his life was full of trivia and the important things were unsaid. He found his life being a bit like wearing a series of paper hats and blowing silly whistles and jokes. I think he’s learning to settle down now, found more peace with himself, showing me trees, walking in the woods and finding himself, enjoying just being natural with himself, like a new lease of life. It's like he wants to make a joke of that because he says he’s dead but it’s a new lease of life as if he’s been liberated, he’s gone through the mirror and discovered the real him, the real person that was hiding. He's just getting to know himself and said it’s rather lovely really and he’s sorry that he held that back from all of those that he was with and related to. He held back his real self and just gave them this projection and he feels a bit sad about that now, that’s all water under the bridge there's time enough to make the amends and now he can see clearly, he’s got the time and the space and the opportunity and he’s very grateful that it didn’t just finish like that. He can still catch up as it were. Thank you for listening... just got the name Marjorie and I’m thinking of Marjorie Proops, ha, ha, he’s calling her agony aunt’

Liz asked for some more music and I turned it up for a few minutes.

‘I seem to have a Mrs. Phillips, she’s a vicar’s wife, feel I must know her but I don’t think I ever met her, perhaps she lived in a house I lived in? Seems very pleased to be here, very friendly, very supportive. She's very pleased to see the work’s continuing... she loves her garden, perhaps she’s the vicar’s wife from Rivendale, she saw what we were doing, she’s so pleased the Buddhists are there, so pleased it’s a spiritual home still, and that what we do with the children that we are doing now is still going on, she just wants to say how pleased she is. It was a wonderful home and to think it’s still used for a spiritual purpose, doesn’t matter that it’s not the church still, spirit works in so many different ways it’s not a question of religion it’s a question of the motivation, the desire to enlightenment, the desire to do God’s work, whatever you mean by God. She sees thing very differently now but she knows that place is full of light, still providing light to many and she’s so pleased that we are carrying on the work because spirit is expanding all the time and its deliverance and its raising of our vibrational level, the ministry of angels is working in the Earth plane. She loved the black cats and they are with her, they all benefited from being in the home. She’s saying love is where you find it everywhere. She brought me that love, thank you Mrs. Phillips... I’ve got a sense of bunches of flowers in her arms, she’d like to give us the flowers, it would be good if she could manifest them, I’m sure she could’

Liz asked for some more music and I turned it up for a few minutes.

‘That little man reminded me of Charlie Drake’

Me... ‘Yes, similar sort of person’

‘Got Michael Dury here, something about ten green bottles... If you’ve got a message for Ann, I can get it to her... something to do with a gun, shooting pheasant but the gun was confiscated... thank you’

Liz now felt back with it.

We recalled our Rainbow Bridge exercises...

Liz felt herself walking down a wet, muddy path of daffodils and suddenly there was a misty rainbow cloud in front of her. She walked into it, it was lovely, tinged with different colours and she was aware of it being a cloud of people, some she knew, it was like walking into a warm room, hospitality, a gathering of people you loved and knew. They were spirits and Liz was hoping to allow them to come through her if they wanted to...

I started off seeing myself with the five Mind Mirror electrodes on my head. (We had been experimenting with it before the session) I saw roots growing into my brain from the electrodes which joined together in the centre of my brain. Then my head became the Earth which now had these five electrodes on it, on the North Pole, North America, South America, Europe and China and the roots went down into the Earth where they met and became harmonious with each other. I had the sense that this harmony was working up to the surface where it would have its effect on the people of these places bringing them all into peace and harmony with one another...

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

Liz had not heard of Sandy Powell and all I knew about him was that he was in Eastbourne. I later found out that his house was about half a mile from where we sit and there were reports of the house being haunted by the people that now live there. Also, I found an article about him saying that when he was born his father called him Sandy because of his bright red hair which is how Liz described him when she first got the link...

188th Sitting 17/01/2019

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 into the session...

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

‘I had earlier a sense of being overshadowed by a raven and a beautiful surrounding of sweet peas, colours, which took me to this beautiful lady. I call her Amelia Jane, she’s just a soul of great beauty. And puppies, small dogs drinking from a bowl of milk, her delight, a spectacle. She’s someone who takes great delight in beauty, in the beauty of flowers, nature, sunshine, of caring for creatures. I feel the sunshine sometimes eluded her in her life. So there were times of darkness, very sensitive to environment and to people. She wishes to forgive someone for their coarseness, that person was a frog prince. Although he was coarse and ugly, he was a kind and beautiful soul and that’s what drew her to him but she couldn’t let go of the coarseness, the shudder, the frog in her bed. She asks his forgiveness and he too asks her forgiveness for how we are put off by the appearance, the outer presentation of form. Sweet flowers are pink and blue, their ephemeral beauty and fragrance delight the senses. But the stagnant pool, quagmire, the stinking lilies, these can offend the senses and cause us to shy away, to shudder. The hideous cackle of the crow, loud noises, offend the ear, we react with disaffection to these bruising sensory perceptions. Those with fine speech and beautiful language delight the intellect, the mind, the ear, the senses. Those who speak harshly, coarsely can offend, but we have to see through the outer appearance to the inner core. A coconut is rough and hairy, coarse on the outside but inside the white flesh and the milk is sweet. The prickly pear, the irritant, hurt, injury even, but the inside of the prickly pear is wonderful, nutritious, mellow fruit, sweet and flavoursome. Attachment to those things that are pleasant and the avoidance of those things we find unpleasant lead us to misconstrued, to neglect the essential truth. So to have the equanimity, to be with what is true as opposed to that which attracts the senses has to be cultivated. To see beneath the surface, beneath the layer of grime is a blessing. Many born into destitution and squalor are afflicted with distorting appearance, disease and disability but the soul, the essence is a garden of delight. Those who would see through miasma even the dark day there is light hidden. Let your heart reach out to the heart of another avoiding the prickly exterior, avoiding that which may appear ugly, deformed, degraded. The truth in all is a shining light only obscured by the husk’

‘Ann, would like to send an army of nurses into the world to bring healing, to polish and cleanse all that is deformed, all that has been obscured to allow the soul and heart to shine in each and every person, to clear with the might of understanding love, for each person is a gem only obscured by the tarnish of physical obscurities, by the corruptions and the affections that have misconstrued and been twisted and torn. If each and every person can love one unlovable, or release the light in one impoverished, obscured, depraved, that is a lifetime delivered, that is a star released to shine in the heavens. For every person there is one that comes into their life who needs to be released from a form that obscures their true light and nature and to help that individual, to release is a blessing’

‘I have Violet... one of those ladies who even the child can feel the love in them, that likeness of soul. One of Ann’s nurses of the spirit. So to be in Violet’s presence is to have the beauty of violets, that sense of spiritual depts, gentleness, quiet radiance... I think Violet never had children but children were drawn to her’

‘I’m seeing that there are many of these nurses, these natural nurses, these women who attend the souls of people. They may not have children themselves but act like a mother for all beings and they are the nurses of spirit serving the greater good, serving the great spirit, serving the light. I rejoice in their presence in the world’

‘The name Archie Featherstone... these are the men who accompany these women and they are also bridges of the spirit, the great lightness of spirit, the strength and firmness and integrity of stone. They may not become fathers but they are like fathers to the souls of men and women, working to serve the great spirit by helping to support and working with the nurses’

‘Ah, it’s Gordon... it’s like a sign post, showing me a sign post directing towards west, I thought it was east. Connected to the church, Gordon designed churches, I know this Gordon. He is showing me stained glass windows. Aware of a cart wheel, it’s the old crafts, building, it’s like the chalk pits museum, the old crafts, horse and carts. I get a sense that Gordon's showing me the new church, a return to the building of simple buildings, rural communities, craft-based community, he’s pointing the way to a new spirituality based on a re-connection with a natural world, but at the moment that’s held in a museum that’s preserving so that heritage won’t be lost and wherever it’s resurrected it’s like building a new church so people can worship by the work of their hands, by their connection with natural processes, that too is a form of worship when engaged in mindfulness. And the church’s evolved, he’s showing me they were built by masons and craftsmen, stone by stone, carved, these structures were built by individuals with reverence. Every building is a place of worship, a place of connection with the natural order. Your home is your cathedral. He's showing me the nappies on the line and the joy in simple things. Get away from the throwaway society where the home has meaning. Those nappies on the line, each one is washed and used again, not thrown away, so that cloth that’s been woven lasts for a lifetime and doesn’t end up on a garbage heap. There is love in that nappy that’s been washed and aired in the sun and folded and stored for the next baby, the next change. Simple things that delight the soul, that keep the order of things, that maintain the balance and harmony and meaning. He's showing me shoes, clogs, crafted out of a piece of wood that last a lifetime. I see him with his Panama hat and stick waving... thank you Gordon’

‘Philomena, got the name Philomena... Just have a feeling Philomena is telling me she had a hard life but she learnt from it that hardship brings learning, brings experience that can mature you, that can chisel you, form you. At the time you resist the discomfort and pain but at the end you realise that it’s moulded you, given you strength and character to rise above circumstance, to find your truth. Hardship can be a blessing in disguise. That's what Philomena has to say. Hold onto your true star. You find that star in your heart, everyone has it, just feel that point of light and let it grow, let it direct you. Look for it, seek and you will find your star’

‘A bit like the Coldstream Guards or the Sally Army they say play your music, music is good for the soul... and that’s all I think, thank you...’

I put a tune on to help Liz feel back with it. She felt she was dancing with a big cat for a while.

We recounted our Rainbow Bridge Exercises...

Liz started on top of a hill overlooking great tracts of countryside and a rainbow reaching out across it. Then she felt overshadowed by a presence like a raven, dark wings folding round her from behind and lifting her up. Liz became the raven and was aware of having a pearl or moonstone in her beak but couldn’t remember any more...

I started off seeing lots of people coming into the room from the ceiling near where Liz was sitting. They all then stood around the outside of the room making the room seem bigger and bigger. They all looked grey and colourless and I saw soldiers, clergymen, farmers, policemen all sorts of men and women amongst them. Then I noticed sparkling balls of light the size of tennis balls where coming in with them and they all grabbed one in their right hand so I grabbed one too. Then they held the ball up to their heart and I also did that which seemed to make to room fill with colour, lots of gold then all the colours of the rainbow. The floor opened up making a huge hole in the centre of the room and all the colour disappeared down the hole. We all waited then a dragon appeared out of the whole full of all the colours and it flew around the room breathing out a golden fire which didn’t burn but produced a wonderful loving warmth. I asked the dragon what it was and what was it doing? It told me it was responsible for all the colours on the Earth and that we all have a part of it in us because we too can create colours by the way we think. If we are upbeat, happy and positive the colours of the Earth will shine bright and beautiful but when we are down, sad and negative they will be dark and grey. It is our responsibility to try and stay positive throughout our life and make the Earth as beautiful as possible...

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

187th Sitting 10/01/2019

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 started with the Rainbow Bridge Exercise then continued on into the session...

About 45 minutes after the opening prayer Liz began to speak and I turned the music down...

‘Gloria...’

‘It’s come like in a fairy tale, this golden globe, like a carriage, like in the Cinderella Story. An upside-down world. It's like a world that’s a reflection of this one. The dominant theme seems to be from rags to riches. It doesn’t matter how impoverished your state of living in this world, when you pass into the reflection of this world on the other side there’s the transformation, your cloth of rags becomes cloth of gold. All the beauty that was hidden here, where things can feel ugly and debased at times, leaving people wanting, hollow inside. When you pass the threshold there is heart's desire. What is the desire of your heart? Can you put it into words? Many people can’t put it into words, it’s just a sense of something missing... radiance, richness, beauty, love. Love at the centre. It's as if as you cross the threshold you are restored to your true and beautiful nature and all that was missing, all of which you were bereft... love, richness, glory, is around you, is with you forever. That transformation is so wonderful that you must ask why would anyone be afraid to take that step over the threshold. That kingdom is present, even in this physical world in which we may feel bereft, the kingdom is just an arm's length from us like looking in a clear pool you can see the reflection, like seeing the sun on the water, the reminders that this our heritage is never lost, just an arm’s length, a hair’s width away... a blink of an eye. And if your longing will take you, you’ll find sometimes when you sleep and dream, you can enter into that la-la land where all that you’ve longed for adds up to a deep level that you cannot even put into words, is manifest. Allow yourself the luxury to step into that world in which you truly belong, your heritage, your rightful place. Cast off your rags and step over the threshold, put on your shoes of glass through the mirror. In dreams you can enter, have a taste, a reminder. All that is yours already, waiting for you to return now’

‘Gloriana...’ 

‘Frogs can turn into princes and the savage beast can become a friend. All this is due to the power of love. Love is the missing ingredient in your life, the life of many. The love you understand is but a shadow of the richer fields surrounding you. Love is the state of grace in which all things have their being. Love is the matrix out of which the world was made. In your cocoons, in your disguises, in your clothes of rags, your strange attire that you adopt for your physical incarnation. You have shut yourself off from the font of your strength and your wisdom and your loving. You have made a barrier, a blockade, so you believe in the scarcity, the meagerness and the lack and the emptiness and the triviality and the waste, the poverty, the belief that you are without the things you need, the things you cannot even put a word to, this inchoate inner longing. Not till you shed your cloth of rags, your heavy disguise, your self-abasement. Not until you lay that impoverish being that you call the self at the foot of God, at the altar of reality, at the gate of truth can a grace come to you and clothe you in the glorious array which is your own soul’s splendour. The rainbow of your essential nature. Not until you have laid your bare and meagre bones at the foot of creation and said I renounce this pauper of this false and imprisoned self, my offer to relinquish, to give to you all that I have been falsely adorned with, that has weighed me down, my burdens, my sorrow, my self-hatred and loathing, my greed, my ugliness, my selfishness, my self-absorption, my fear, my smallness, my inadequacy. All this I lay down, I cast off, I step away from. I ask for healing, for the healing of my soul. I ask to be clothed in the cloak of love, in the blessing of my birthright. I give myself to the creator to render me in my primal, pristine form to wash me in the waters of eternity to restore my soul. There is nothing I can do of myself, this self has deceived and mislead me, has lied to me, has given me false council, has led me on a wild and fearsome goose chase. This self I renounce and I ask to be forgiven for all my false beliefs, for my folly, for my errors and to be restored to my rightful place. To be corrected at the deepest level for the mask and the illusion to be washed from me. I ask for the baptism in the fire and the grace of spirit. Only when I see, lie impoverished state and lay down in abject humility and ask for help, ask to be restored. Only then will grace come to rescue me, restore me to my rightful state. When I have truly renounced the Cinderella, the fog, the beast... only then can I discover and step forth as glory, Gloria’

‘Naked as a babe you come into this world and naked as a babe you leave again but in-between the beginning and the end your sojourn in this world there are many births and deaths on a daily basis in which you can become naked and enter your kingdom. Before this world was the kingdom and after this world is the kingdom and every day there is the kingdom for you to enter when you cast off your rags and become naked, a new born. Let every day be a new beginning, let every day be a birth and a death and a restoration. For the kingdom of heaven is here and now. All that stops you from entering is yourself’

Me... ‘How can we stop our self from preventing us entering the kingdom?’

‘By seeing the poverty of the self, by acknowledging its smallness and limitation in the form in which we operate in this world for the most part by recognising how we stand as a shadow blocking the light of spirit as an obstacle in the way of the light of spirit. By recognising all those limitations that we have allowed to limit and to fragment and distort our thinking and our mind, the fears, by self-enquiry, by being ruthlessly honest as to the nature of this persona we adopt and having the courage to let go of it, to renounce it as a facade, as an impediment and to ask for forgiveness and healing. True self-love is the love of the true self, what most people call self-love, or loving one's self is loving the facade, loving a self that is distorted. That is a barrier. To truly love yourself is to love the self that is true and that true self will be revealed when you step naked and unadorned and open yourself to spirit, to the creator, in absolute humility as a naked child acknowledging the deep ignorance and misconceptions that have led you astray but this is a work of deep self-enquiry in order to recognise that those things that we took to be attributes, adornments were cheap baubles, were temporary devises that cut us off from the source, that cut us off from our true richness. When in all humility we open ourselves to spirit, to life then all will be revealed’

Me... ‘How do we know that we are perceiving our true self and not the distorted self that hides our true self?’

‘The emptiness and light of the true self is a vast space, a shining, a pure connectedness in which there is no separation from others, from all of life. It is an immersion and a freedom and a clarity and a boundlessness. It is the clear water that is at the grand state of being. Empty and full without a face and yet seen in every face. It is as if you have stepped into a sea of light and dissolved and yet you are the sea of light, you are still you but in the sea of light and there is no separation, you are the light’

Me... ‘So is the true self still an individual personality?’

‘The true self is at once an individual being and all beings. It is the inside and the outside, there is no separation. It is again as if the drop of water has fallen back into the sea and yet the drop still knows itself but also knows all drops and their being in the sea’

Me... ‘Thank you’

‘The difference between the intellectual knowing and the experience is like the difference between reading a book about a beautiful meal and eating the meal. When one is hungry the meal tastes wonderful. But can you imagine the man who has hoarded so many books about food and yet is not truly hungry for the food, enjoys the illusion of food. And one day he feels the pangs of hunger and the hunger becomes so strong and he knows that the books with the pictures of food and the descriptions of food cannot satisfy this hunger, this hunger is of a different nature, the hunger is for the real experience of food but in order to buy the meal, in order to have the food he realises he has to pay for it and it means selling, giving up all these books but the desire, the longing for the experience of the wonderful meal is so great that he makes the decision to sell all his books, to give them up because this is the only way he is going to get this meal. It's a bargain, I will give up my bits of paper, my false idols for the real thing, but he’s torn, he’s loved these false idols, these books, these illusions for so long it's very difficult because supposing the meal is an illusion, it won’t satisfy this hunger, it’s not really there. Books are real, he has the books all lined up in his library, can read them every day, shows them to other people they say oh, wow, fantastic, but he knows deep inside it’s not the real thing but one day that longing, that hunger is so strong he has the strength to throw the books on the bonfire, to give them away, to let go of them, and as he does that they turn into nuggets of gold that will pay for the meal. Then suddenly a cordon bleu chef appears and places before him a table laden with the most wonderful meal and he eats it, he tastes it and he savours the reality of food that satisfies his hunger, the most wonderful taste and flavour and this table will never be empty, he knows this cordon bleu chef who can create out of nothing a feast, will never fail him. This feast, this food to satisfy his deepest hunger is there for him now forever and the taste, he wonders why he ever doubted. But you see he had to renounce all the artificial, the false idols, the false facsimiles of food before he got the real thing. But it was the hunger in him, the desire to taste true food that allowed him finally to make the wrench from the security of the images, the books, the intellectual appreciation of food to the experience that will never leave him, that would sustain him with the truth of food for ever’

Me... ‘I suppose you could say the same about knowledge, you could have many books on philosophy and that sort of thing but to truly go out and experience life and gain your own knowledge is far better’

AUDIO CLIP

‘I’ve got the word Sedona I have a feeling it’s a pathway of self-enquiry, it’s a method, maybe a method for peeling away the layers of fears and obstructions that separate ourselves from our full and true being, the Sedona Method’

‘Diana...’

‘I just say thank you to all our loving friends, for their presence, and Freddie too’

Me... ‘Thank you, yes they’ve all done very well tonight’

I played a tune to help Liz feel back with it.

The room suddenly looked darker to me.

We then recounted out Rainbow Bridge experiences...

Liz started off reaching out over a rainbow bridge to the other side then became aware of a large yellow globe in front of her like a great sun. It came towards her and then manifested as a golden girl with platted hair, almost like a cartoon princess. She led Liz into a fairy land full of fairy tales and there were people in rags casting off their clothes and there were really beautiful people trying to lead them and bring beauty into their paths, into their lives. Liz also saw upside down people like reflections and she had a feeling there was a world of great beauty interpenetrating our world of beggars...

I started off reaching out and saw a chain of people in a circle linking hands with me and Liz. Then they looked more like a paper chain which then turned to gold. There was a fountain of white mist in the middle of the circle filling up the room. I saw myself get up and walk into the circle and I could see in the mist black two-dimensional shapes like people moving around and I saw Liz walking around as if sleep walking. I tried to make these black shapes come alive and they turned into dummies that just stood there and were lifeless. I turned around to see a lifeless dummy of me in my chair so sat back down and then the dummies all came to life...

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

During the communication I was drifting off a bit then heard a few words in my head which Liz then said. When I was asking questions, I felt elevated like I had raised my vibration, I felt I was in a different place.
Liz also felt she was in a higher vibration.