214th Sitting 17/01/2020

We had the room setup as usual, Liz was wired to the Mind Mirror EEG and the Magnetometer was running.

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

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

After about ten minutes Liz began to speak...

‘Charles... Charles Twist... It’s the numbers, number crunching but it was only a superficial... an icon, a graph pad, a game to play, an intellectual game to cover up the lack of engaging with the actual experience that was created by the pattern of numbers. I became so transfixed with the number patterns and the joy of manipulating them, the pride in being able to calculate and concoct various sequences and paradigms from numbers. I lost the appreciation of the form of the experience, of the feeling part. The grains of sand on the sea shore you can count but the feeling of the sand trickling through your hand, any amount is beyond count, the feeling, the joy of wriggling, of wrestling in the sand. I feel the want, the loss of that capacity and for the distance. I appreciate what I lost, the opportunity to grasp. If there is a next time, I'll make sure to set my compass to the south. It's tying me in knots, the numbers. Taken out of context there is meaning, context is so important for understanding, for appreciating, a knowing. Out of context the meaning and significance is lost. That is why so many people are now lost because they’ve lost their sense of context, that sense of connection, immersion in the tapestry of life, the tapestry of pattern, of shape and form, the interplay of the information grids, a sequence of numbers. Out of context has no meaning, no vitality. A thread from a blanket or a tapestry on its own is absorbing under the microscope, you can see so many threads so many patterns that out of the context of the environment the whole of it, its meaning is lost but while enmeshed in the whole blanket or tapestry it has meaning and significance. Without that one thread a tapestry would be poor, lacking its full expression, its perfection. Let me speak for all the individuated threads, disconnected out of context. Open up to your environment, to your place in the world, to the world around you, to the pattern, the whole, don’t get lost in the intricacies of numbers, lovely though they are’

‘Mary Phillips... baskets of flowers... It’s to do with worship, the flowers are to do with the church. It's that devotional celebration that’s shared and the congregation, the recognition, shining of the brass of the candle sticks, waxing, the care of the alter, the sacraments, the challis, the font, all the pews, the cushions. But the flowers give that life, they bring the outside in in a beautiful way reminding us of the freshness, of the bounty of this world, this Earth. The belonging to a congregation, to the assembly of souls recognising the supremacy of spirit in whatever form. It's a blessed assembly, a coming together, amplifies the vibration of love, the reminder of our connection. The hands that have gone into the building of the chapels, the hands that go into the polishing of the sacraments, the hands that go into the lighting of the candles, the hands that go into the writing of the books and the sermons, the psalms. All a part, all sharing and the language of love, all celebrating the glory of creation paying homage to the creators beyond our knowing but who we know in our soul. Don't despise the churches and the chapels, the places where souls go to meet their maker, these are the challises of light, have the potential to be challises of light in our dark and ignorant civilisation that is not civilised’

‘I’m being shown the beasts, the animals, the hyenas that come, but we know how fire, the light keeps them away, warns them off. Those lights shining brightly pierce the darkness of the uncivilised, that which is unruly and bestial’

‘Auntie Sophie is showing me the candle sticks. In so many religions the lighting of the candles, shining of the light is so important. Keeping the fire burning... it’s symbolic and the symbolism goes very deep... light shineth in the darkness and the darkness knows it not... Jesus said I am that light, those that know me follow me and become one with the light’

‘Constance, I have the name Constance Smith... I was a wild thing playing with the world with my toys, oh I've learned the hard way, oh... from rags to riches, wouldn’t go there again, what a mistake... mistaken... but I have the opportunity of putting it right now, I can cross it out, do better next time and I'm learning the way, it’s good, I've let go of it all. Help I didn’t really get before I passed, I've had plenty now and I was ready to repent. I was a wild thing, a lot of love though and it’s with me still, so loving you all, take heart that your excesses and your mistakes are forgiven ha, ha, and forgotten. Not so important as you think, drama queens, drama kings, ha... shake a leg, you’ll put it right in the end, don’t give up, just admit to your failures, ha, they don’t matter that much. Shake it up baby, I did a lot of things to shake it up, I got shaken up, shaken out, so I get straightened out from being a crumpled cloth to being a pristine white sheet... a good life now, I can see where the wrinkles and creases came, I can see the way to smooth them out again. So I'm talking to you now and admitting I'm sorry... I was angry and bitter and confused and a wild thing but I know you understood and you didn’t hold it against me... Thank you all’

Me... ‘Thank you’

‘Got a name Michael... Is there a Michael that’s meaningful to you?’

Me... ‘Well there is... can you get anything else about Michael?’

‘I did get a round sense of wheels... oil cloth and spanners and dungarees... seeing him down on his knees... for some reason it’s like a bread basket with a dog in it and the dog seems to be like a sausage dog, dachshund, long dog... I’m seeing a sort of cobbled path, could be yard... and something that looks like horse shoes, bit like a farrier. Michael’s saying something about singing or music’

Me... ‘I can’t place him at the moment from what you’ve said but maybe something will come back to me’

‘Got these velvet curtains coming down like a stage, whether that’s a sign that I'm creating a theatre or a story, whatever it is it’s closed the curtains now... I keep seeing a music stand for a conductor but nobody’s playing and the curtains are closed’

(afterwards I remembered several things that tied up with much of what Liz had said)

‘I keep getting the name Patricia, and the name’s gone into Patsy... got a surname Hodgson’

‘Earlier I kept getting Robin Hood... a connection with a forest, like Jack and the Beanstalk, big trees’

‘My Uncle Charlie appeared earlier in connection with my cousin Martin... Roger Rabbit... It was a book, Who killed Roger Rabbit, and that cousin Martin had written, had done a book of the film or something, I'm just feeling Uncle Charlie want’s... encouraging him to do another book, that’s the connection... sorry I'm not getting it clearly... perhaps it’s poetry? I keep getting a tree and poetry... a stage setting, drama... should write for the theatre... being given a spaniel dog, a dog and something to do with potty training, dog being toilet trained’

‘Somewhere, somehow Susan is watching over this...’

‘I’m asking for some sign that there’s some truth in all of this and I’m getting a telephone call... I’m going to get one or I should make one... get this feather in a cap... painted lady, that’s a butterfly, there’s a bit of an emotional feeling about that, a fluttery feeling... stillness and solitude is important...’ 

‘Silver, over and out... he’s pouring me a nice cuppa tea out of a nice brown teapot’

Me... ‘I’ll have one as well...’

‘Ha, ha... we’ve done a good job, thank you all, thank you for helping, God bless you all’

Liz was back with it.

We recalled our Rainbow Bridge Exercises.

Liz started off with a low red brick wall and crossed over it into a field full of irises and pools of water. She made her way to a large pond. A swan came towards her with a crown on its head and it glided across the lake reminding Liz of Swan Lake. She saw Kate on the other bank and they both became part of this ballet. It was a wonderful elevated feeling, very right brained, the expression of absolute precision in beauty and movement, perfection in creative excellence without effort. It was like a lesson and teaching but enjoyment too and Liz was enjoying it with her...

I was sitting at the end of a bridge, it felt like I was in a wheelchair and was waiting for anything to come over the bridge towards me. I saw a black panther slowly walk towards me with bright red eyes. It looked a little bit scary and to me seemed strange that something scary should be coming from a spiritual world and I tried to change it into a white panther but couldn’t do it. I felt a bit worried as it approached me but it jumped up on me and began affectionally licking my face. I hugged the panther and felt the love coming from it. It then changed to a man in a hooded white cloak who told me there was nothing to fear here, only your own fears can make you create fear...

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