145th Sitting 12/09/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.10pm and this week included asking for evidential communications from people I would recognise if that were possible. Then I turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off with an image of a red brick pillar which got bigger and bigger like a chimney. She then realised it was the chimney of a crematorium. Liz wondered why she was seeing this, it was unsavory and she then became aware of fairies and elemental spirits dancing and rejoicing. They were leading Liz away from the crematorium. There was a sense that it wasn't really necessary to get transfixed on the demise of the body. Liz felt she was stuck with the Earth, she wanted to rise up. She then sensed a huge statue like a Greek god with triangular beard and triangular hat on a throne and he showed Liz a way up to the Holy of Holies. A great wide flight of stairs went up and up to this Holy of Holies and Liz began to make her way up. When there it was like a series of mirror images of the Ark of the Lord. It made Liz feel giddy looking at it so she knelt down and put her head on the ground. She asked for understanding, to be shown what she needed to be shown and got an image of a ripe tomato...

I started off walking down a path that was turning right all the time. It was an asphalt path with grass and trees either side. As well as turning right it seemed to be going down like a spiral. I stopped walking but was still moving as if on skates getting faster and faster until everything looked blurred as it sped past. I felt giddy and disorientated and then everything went white and I felt as if I was part of the white. Then I felt like I was in a white balloon as I could see what looked like fingers poking it from the other side. It burst and I found myself in a small children's playground surrounded by a metal fence. The children were all laughing and very noisy. I felt I wanted to get out of this playground and began to get taller, growing higher and higher until my head was in space. It was quiet and peaceful as I looked round at all the stars and planets. I stood there wondering if I really wanted to stay there or go back to the noise and excitement of the playground...

This week we both experienced giddiness and a wanting to rise up out of a situation.

I put the music on and we continued our session...

I soon started seeing white wispy shapes moving around the room followed by bright blobs coming and going.

Then I started seeing what looked like green moss.

At one point I was thinking about communications from spirit and how it was difficult for us to know what it was really like after we die as there were varying accounts from different mediums especially on the subject of reincarnation.

Then I got a sudden urge to listen to the words of the song playing at the time and heard...

'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'

When the music CD finished Liz began to speak...

'I'm looking at a tiled wall in a kitchen or bathroom with patterns on it like children's drawings, yellow and cream colours, not strong colours'

'Hispanic'

'Cracks in the tiles'

'Charles'

'I'm trying to stay with the tiles... an old-fashioned bath'

'Sense of somebody falling over'

'I saw a face, reminded me of one of my uncles, I've got the word sister'

'I've got an image of somebody going along in one of those mobility scooters, quite an odd looking one'

Me... 'What's odd about it?'

'It was quite tall and just looked clumsy, three wheels, the steering column looked rather high'

Me... 'Sounds like an old-fashioned one'

'Didn't look comfortable anyway'

'Goose, gooses egg... wind tunnel... diamond, diamond shape'

'Looking at some old books, encyclopedia'

'Got the name Henry or Harry... suitcase'

Me... 'There is a Henry in my family but it goes back along way'

'It's an old-fashioned suitcase, brown, leather, square. He's in spectacles looking at books... waving his spectacles... talking about the old dragon'

'Gordonstoun, the school Gordonstoun'

'Got an image of a tram or train... can't get the wheelchair on it'

'Image of a cane or stick'

'I sense this man may be a teacher, public school teacher'

'Got brickwork that's green and mossy'

'I'm looking at a kipper, a fish... the number 70... just heard the words quite forcibly... He's dead'

'I seem to be looking at a printout from my instrument'

'Just seeing garbled images like in a dream, I think that's enough'

I played a tune as Liz came back.

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

Out of what Liz said Henry is a part of my family. I couldn't confirm the other things she said about him as he died before I was born so don't know anything else about him.

There is also someone who was a keen fisherman connected with me which could possibly tie up with the fish mentioned but there was nothing else mentioned about this person.

144th Sitting 05/09/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.20pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off in front of a waterfall coming out of the mouth of a statue of a dragon. She then went through the dragon's mouth which was heart shaped into a dark tunnel. It was like going back through the womb, slippery as if there were membranes on the side. Liz was on a mat sliding down and felt a bit like Alice going down the rabbit hole. A speck of light got bigger as Liz reached the opening and she came out into snow and found herself on a toboggan racing down a slope with walls of snow either side. It was almost flying over the snow and Liz jumped off sending her rolling in the snow. She then found herself with a group of people and children laughing and playing in the snow, making snowmen and snow houses. Liz was aware she was in a kind of Eskimo body but her face was Chinese and refined. She was drinking a warm salty soup and felt she was in Tibet with lots of people around her and bells ringing. A sense of community, all interconnected and incredible happiness. There was a beautiful temple with monks and they were all connected somehow. Inside the temple Liz became part of a dance with whirling dervishes going round and round, faster and faster, weaving in and out of each other. It was creating an energy vortex lifting them up off the ground like cork screws. Liz felt this was creating a kind of physical phenomena...

I started off just looking into the darkness waiting for something to happen. Eventually I saw curtains like on a stage which parted to reveal a long straight road disappearing into the distance ahead of me. I thought about walking down it but decided to just wait and see what happened. As I watched I saw cracks appearing in the road and it started to break up and disappear. I got the urge to turn around and see what was behind me but I couldn't turn. I tried to feel what was behind me but couldn't and I held up a mirror but could see nothing in it. Then the whole scene around me started to rotate. I stood still as it came around 180 degrees and was now looking at what had been behind me. There was a row of monks in hooded robes all holding loaves of bread and one of them came up to me and broke the loaf in half to reveal an egg which he gave to me and I put it on a table in front of me. It started to crack open and two black birds came out of it. They picked up a sheet holding the top two corners in their beaks. It was a long thin sheet full of writing like a long story but I couldn't read it. They flew above and over me to where the road had been and laid the sheet down in the same place. I was now facing this story ahead of me...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

I started to see flashes and flickers around the room and then it became lighter and misty.

I saw bright blobs coming and going and there were a few faces amongst them but none I recognised.

Liz fell asleep for a while and I was drifting in and out of it throughout the session.

Liz began to speak as the music CD ended...

'I've got this cave and there are some words over the entrance like Alexia... I asked where the cave was... it's in Scotland'

'I've got the word conundrum and a round ball, a sense of the Tibetan terma, knowledge hidden in a concrete structure like a wall... something like lightening, enlightening'

'I've got something like a code, like an analytical trace, a spectral, small bits with information, peeks on either side of a base line, information strip. I'm asking if that's a way that they can get evidence, influence an information strip like on the magnetometer'

'I keep getting stuck with Tea Ceremony...'

'Full moon... a feeling of rituals connected with phases of the moon, celestial phenomena. Gregorian chanting, telemetry, meteors... suddenly got this sense of an avalanche of information coming, seismic... drip, drip, drip... fear of information overload'

'I'm looking at a veil, like a curtain. There are people behind it. If I draw back the curtain they disappear, it's as though I'm just staring into space. If I put the curtain back I can see their shapes. I sense a hand reaching out from the other side of the curtain and I'm reaching out my hand to hold it, grasp it. I asked who's there, they said Susan. I asked if everything's alright? They said everything's alright, we love you. They said something that doesn't make any sense, salad making storks, corn stubbles... They said thank you for reading my poetry, we'll read yours... and the bridge between worlds, bridging the worlds, kaleidoscope, comforting, dancing shapes. A lot of creative people telling me not to feel unworthy... seismic, seizures, a commotion, cold comfort...'

'Going back to the gladiolus... Christopher... next to Christopher is Hilary'

'Picture of an old man... looks a bit like the old man that used to appear on Quaker Oats porridge, it's a Quaker... feels like something out of Jane Austin... he looks like pictures we've seen of Magnus. Got the name Colonel or Colin. A feeling of gentleman's clubs, like a group of colleagues in a club, no women, like masons'

'In place of the land registry we have this large agricultural community, cooperative... and this was the meaning behind Communism. Not the individual land ownership but the shared enterprise owned by all, the Earth and all its resources are given to the many, given freely to all. With private ownership it's not in accordance with the cosmic directory, it's in defiance of natural law, should not be allowed, will not be allowed, will not be tolerated. We will wipe out private ownership, it's a travesty'

'Harvest, cornfield, something circular, looking at the sun... I wonder if this is to do with crop circles? Picture of butterfly wings, we don't know the real purpose, the patterning, lots of patterning in information, we don't know how to read it, it's there for us to read'

'Yellow, the feeling of gorse, smells of coconut, prickly'

'Johannes...'

'I keep coming back to that strip, that information strip, like a long-toothed comb with prongs either side. Some association with music, encoding harmonic information, pythagorean music of the spheres, harmonies, patterning, all part of this great mathematical pattern encoded in the light. Our physical world is information encoded in light. We unravel it, interpret it through different senses all singing from the same hymn sheet. Different presentation, different rendering, echoing, reflecting his glory... gladiolus, thank you for the gladioli, we're all reflecting, reflections of his glory encoded in light'

'Got this picture of a zebra, the most amazing pattern of the zebra stripes like a bar-code. We each have our bar-code, that's the amazing similarity and uniqueness of patterns containing information. Looks like the ISBN number at the back of a book... so I've come to the end of the book, this is the end now so thank you'

I put a tune on as Liz came back.

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

143th Sitting 29/08/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.00pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off with a dull industrial metal girder bridge over a muddy river but she wanted a rainbow bridge and to reach out to spirit. Liz then felt there was a cable car and she got into it but instead of going over the bridge it went up and up. She found herself alone in a white lift going up through layers of rainbow clouds with drops of water all around. It stopped and Liz got out into a wax crayon drawing of a scene, rather crude and two dimensional. It showed Liz that the reality she was looking for was a drawing, an imagination and not a very good one. Then it turned into Aphrodite coming out of the shell, one of the paintings of the old masters. Liz found herself in a great sea and she was the Aphrodite, like being born out of this shell and it was three dimensional and beautiful. The feeling of the shell-like nature, the pearl was all around her. Then that changed again and Liz was flying, rising up, an incredible feeling of freedom. Born out of the shell, free to expand. She became a bird and joined a flock of birds flying home, migrating to their true home. As she flew things became clearer and clearer, a crystal clarity and she felt this was what she needed. The home coming into this crystal state...

I was standing in a dark colourless field when a giant golf tee came out of the ground reaching higher and higher towards the sun until the sun was sitting in the cup of the tee. I saw a bright light travel down the stem of the tee down to the ground and then the whole scene lit up with brilliant colours and light everywhere, more colourful than this world normally looks. I put my hand on the tee and felt the energy making me brighter and more colourful too. Then I saw people coming out of the trees that surrounded this field and they joined hands with me forming a growing spiral of people around the tee. The chain got longer and longer until the whole Earth was circulated by people and animals all joined together giving off this wonderful light and colour. It occurred to me that this tee was in my and everybody else's imagination but it was real and we could imagine touching it whenever we felt down or negative and it would lift us up making us more positive and we could share and send this light around the world...

I put the music back on and we continued the session...

I soon started to see wispy lights moving around the room then bright blobs coming and going.

At one point it felt like I was under the sea looking up at the bottom of a ship or a whale.

Liz got the name 'Red'

Then as the music CD finished Liz began to speak...

'Terence, Terence Stamp again, seem to be going down an avenue of trees, like palm trees... High-fidelity... Camaroo or kangaroo... Testing... Wise owl... Fortnum and Mason... Valery or gallery... An archaeological site, kitchen ware, crockery... I asked where is this place? It's Jericho...'

'Someone with too much makeup, afraid to be dull... Seal skin fur... Fashion, using animal products, I got the name Marga... Tinder box, strike a light, peculiar sense of a candy striped, candy twist... Feeling someone very concerned... Decoration... Ostrich egg...'

'Mephistopheles, an actress, Bernard Shaw'

'None of us are here long enough, long enough for what? Enough to drain every ounce, every last dreg of life. The worst feeling is to die without having lived fully, without having tasted, long for the flesh. It's such a brief sojourn but there's nothing quite like it, can't let go of it easily, especially the sense of disappointment of not having grasped, a need to take it by the horns to be fully immersed'

'It's a nightingale, has to be constantly alert to the rare beauties, the extraordinary beauties. The extraordinariness of the everyday, to not take it for granted. Feel the pulse, taste the flesh. See the flame, feel the fire. Make the most of the opportunity, drink it to the dregs'

'A hornet...'

'The eye of the tiger, yes there are dangers but you can remain alert and you can surpass, surmount the dangers and the obstacles, nothing to fear'

'Be secure in the assurance of the incarnate engine, learning to master this engine, can surmount, transform, endure, vanquish'

'I've got the words to a song... It will take more than a pack of wild horses pulling your wagon to keep you from me...'

'I get this sense of a strong desire to create and to live and to love, to grasp the metal, grasp the bull by the horns, grasp the opportunity. Someone wants to affirm life without regret because if you don't live you have the regret after. Opportunity missed. Perhaps another chance, the person wants another chance if this is possible. If there's enough good will in the universe a fervent wish to live incarnate can be granted but make sure you recognise the gift, the gift you have been given. Don't waste it, don't live a half-life in the dim light occupied with things that don't matter, trivia, look for the quintessential'

'Got the name Madelyn or Magdalena, thank you'

'Got a wolf, a werewolf'

I played a tune while Liz came back.

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

142nd Sitting 15/08/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

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

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off in front of a large gleaming lake surrounded by daffodils which made her think of Wordsworth's daffodils poem. Over the other side of the lake was a bridge made of gleaming metal, looking like a rainbow as it reflected the light and on the other side of the bridge Liz saw a lady she had known who was greeting her, reaching out her hands towards her with so much love. Liz realised she didn't need to cross the bridge but could just fly over, it was the bond between them that drew her over. The lady showed Liz she had been creating what looked like an enormous candle stick that went higher and higher, a bit like a totem pole or umbilical cord or a bean stork. They started to go up it in an anticlockwise spiral to find themselves on a plateau of leaves, another level. It was like being on top of a forest canopy. They were in a circle of people mirroring a circle of people on the ground in the woods below. It was the connection of the spirit level and the physical level. They then continued up the spiral to join another circle of people. Liz recognised several people there who had died. They were all people who loved beauty but also had a sense of social responsibility, equality, needing to share the resources of the Earth...

I started off surrounded by huge plants, giant leaves and grasses. I tried to push my way through making myself a path but then the plants seemed to be forming their own path ahead of me so I carried on along it. Then the path split into two and I chose to take the left path but as I followed it I found I was aware of following the right path at the same time. These two paths also split into two making four and again making eight and so on until I was aware of following hundreds of paths at the same time. Eventually all the paths came out to the top of a waterfall where I then became the water and felt myself cascading down into a huge lake below. I felt the energy of the water and heard the deafening noise and then it went quite as I was now the huge lake and all the creatures within it. It felt like I was experiencing evolution as some of the creatures developed legs and crawled out onto the land to evolve into other animals and humans...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

I soon started to see bright blobs coming and going and had a sensation of pressure over my left ear.

Liz had the sense of a red wolf.

The music finished and I sensed the atmosphere change, it seemed to get lighter.

I felt a tickle on my right foot.

Liz started to speak and I got an image of a tunnel between me and Liz, narrow her end and wide my end like an ice cream cone.

'I've got a white feather... an interlude, just connecting things like a hyphen'

'The deeper levels, penetrate the spaces, the clear waters, the empty glass'

'Hold on to the empty space, the void, and let that space widen until you've penetrated and become absorbed so you too are clear space, an empty vessel. Wait to feel the iridescent sheen of the rainbow, allow that to create for you a new world, to become like a ladder, a pathway, a connecting link into the new dimension. Though at first everything may seem jumbled and blurred allow the image to settle. Be aware that your eyes are not of any use to you in this new space. New senses must develop so don't expect to see with eyes or hear with ears. Allow the reality to approach you, to manifest itself for you in whatever way it will. Be open to however it presents, allow it to find you. Caught in the delusions of tangled matter you have been used to using your will power to direct attention to strands, to facets without seeing the whole. In the delusion of matter you see in a very partial way, interpreting and directing attention. In these spaces, in this new dimensionless reality that selective sensing is not needed, is not appropriate, allowing the reality to form in you to present itself, to be open, to receive without interpreting. Allow whatever comes to be okay, to be what it is without defining it. Experience and feel it, allow it to sing to you, allow it to feel you, allow it to present itself'

'So, for example you have an ice cream cone but it is not, that’s the old image, what you are experiencing is a sweetness on the tongue, a sense of sweetness. You have the young puppy jumping up to lick your face, what you have is an old image. What you have is the joy of greeting, the joy of reunion, a feeling. What you have isn't an Alice band, a diamond tiara, that's the old image. What you feel is the grace and beauty of a young being. If I come to the edges of reason that's okay to jump off, the edge of the great chasm beyond sense, beyond reasoning and free fall. You can allow the air, the matrix to support you. Without reason you will not be hurt, if you free fall you will be found, your finding will be appropriate at the right time. All explanation is intrinsic, it's all there, the needing to know is a temporary phase specifically connected with the differential nature of the sensing, the interference, the partial screening, the diffraction grating of the mind, the sense of needing to join up all the dots because of the nature of the sensory apparatus and the selective selection in the physical plane. Knowing comes to you as you free fall, as you open yourself to the space, to the chasm, to the matrix. Knowing is a part of your being, you open to the knowing, you open to knowledge, it is there, you don't have to find your way to it, it finds you, it presents itself to you when you are an open space, when you become totally transparent to knowledge. Knowledge can fill you, it's in the nature, it's written into the fabric of reality which you are also, knowledge is written into you. There are no conclusions to be drawn. There is no conclusion to a flower, its seeds are inherent and lead forth into the universe of flowers and flowering. Within the seed is the flower and within the flower is the seed. They are all held within the all we are... I have the name Diana... that's all for now'

I played a tune.

Liz got... 'Keep forming a temporary respite'

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

Interestingly much of what Liz said added to the answer I got from my question about meditation at my solo sit on 10/08/2017.

141st Sitting 05/07/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

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

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz found herself on a beach, the sky was black and full of stars with a really sharp crescent moon. There were fireflies everywhere. Liz then felt she should be crossing over and saw a rowing boat. She wanted someone to row it but then thought that's not it, maybe there was a ship and waited for something to evolve. Liz then thought of a pulley and steel wires to get her over. In the distance she saw a lighthouse flashing and felt she needed to get to that which she did and found it to be not a lighthouse but a burning bush which made her think of the prophets. Liz saw wild looking men in goat's skins around this burning bush and she saw the king, the sovereign, but it was an ass, a donkey. It reminded Liz of a Mid-Summer Night's Dream, this ass with furry ears and Liz just wanted to stroke it. It was like she was being told that this is just a shape like a human form, an embodiment of spirit and it can be loved but it's just a temporary form. Liz then found herself walking up a hill amongst houses like a seaside village, a bit like a dream image. She was being told something but couldn't now remember. Something about mirrors and a feeling that it didn't really matter where you were, where you were is where you are...

I found myself sitting in a church grave yard and started to see lots of black crows coming towards me then landing on the ground and on the grave stones. Then I got a strong image of an old woman's face from the side with long hair and she was blowing as if she was making the wind. I felt she wanted to move but was stuck then suddenly she took off into the sky getting higher and higher. I sensed she was happy to be free and saw her go up into space where there was a series of layers like sheets of paper with space between them one above the other. One of the layers was shining brightly and as she got nearer she touched it and it turned into a different reality with lots of people welcoming her, lifting her up and carrying her along a street. It was like a big street party and I kept seeing a clock face with the hands spinning backwards...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

I got a few bright blobs coming and going and felt a pressure on my forehead.

I got an image of an emu's head.

I got the name Patricia Rosenberg.

I got an image of a man looking like Jack Hargreaves.

Liz remained quiet while the music was playing and then when it finished she started...

'I've got a crow, a black crow... yellow rose... the name Carmichael... testosterone...'

'I've a feeling of an elderly man with white wispy hair standing behind me, putting a cap on my head'

'Julian'

'A hoover... a lot of trouble, something from mum'

'Edith'

'Couldn't wait much longer... the sense of something going on, a development building project... shake up, like I'm in an old people's home'

'Going up in a balloon or an umbrella'

'Island of Elba'

'Got an image of a man, clerical collar around his neck, young, clean shaven, thick brown wavy hair'

'Zed... like the letter Z'

'I've had the word gudgeon several times'

'A cup  of tea'

'Staying quiet and calm... the name Noah'

'Feels like I'm in a doll's house'

'Just had an image of a comb'

'Got an image of a gollywog broach, we used to get them with Robinsons marmalade'

'An image of moorland, Lorna Doone country, Derbyshire'

Liz was getting lots of memories of things to do with her mum.

Liz asked for a tune.

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

140th Sitting 13/06/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

Liz had her pen and pad with her this week in case she felt inspired to do any writing.

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

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz found herself in a red brick walled garden with muticoloured wall flowers everywhere giving off a beautiful smell. There was a tall wrought iron gate ahead of her at the other end of the garden. Liz walked through it and found herself facing a huge fountain like a wedding cake with tiers like last week. It looked solid with white water. There were fairies, angels and other beings connected with it and then it turned into a crystal staircase, a pillar going up and up like a bean stalk. It was crystalised and Liz wanted to climb up it with all these beings that were climbing up and down. It was like a white wrought iron spiral staircase. Liz went up and up and it seemed to go on and on forever. Liz got to a point where she was waiting for something different to happen then suddenly it was like the staircase unfolded and opened out into giant petals. Liz stepped out onto a landing of petals. She found herself in a circle of beings sitting in front of an enormous diamond that was colourless but all of its faces had rainbow refractions in them like prisms with more prisms inside of them, it was endless. Within each face were more faces that went on and on. It was like potential realities being held in this potential state by holding a focus, this potential universe in abeyance, a multitude of colours, worlds and universes. Liz became aware that she couldn't hold the concentration on them for very long, she was flying off like a butterfly. The diamond was the bud that held the potential of all being, all universes but at the same time Liz was aware that it was only one level, there were further levels but Liz had got off at a convenient platform...

I found myself underwater looking at jellyfish going up and down when a line of tadpoles went swimming past looking like a long snake weaving around the seaweed. As the last tadpole went past I grabbed hold of it and followed them all through the water. I felt like I was one of them. They started to go down deeper into the sea which got darker and darker then each tadpole started to glow. They now looked like a long pearl necklace and I started glowing too, we were all getting brighter and brighter. All the tadpoles split up going their separate ways and I watched them looking like stars in the sky. Then I felt like I was waking up from a dream and found myself laying on grass looking up at the sky. It was night time and I could see the stars looking just like the tadpoles. I got the feeling I was connected to all the stars and felt the light from them coming down to me making me shine like the stars and I felt like I was one of the stars. I looked around and saw other people shining and looking up at the stars. We all then got up, joined hands and began dancing in a circle as we watched the stars getting brighter and brighter above and within us...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

I was noticing a lot of light and flashes behind me and the room started to look brighter.

I started to get bright blobs in front of me coming and going. One of them formed into the shape of a large ornate chair like a throne. It was very bright and I sensed someone was sitting on it who then stood up with their arms outstretched towards me. I felt it was a bishop and then I got the name Desmond Tutu before the image slowly faded.

Liz had her pad on her lap and wrote a few words, names and phrases but she didn't feel the control of her arm as strong as it had been last Wednesday.

After the music finished Liz began to speak...

'It's like a Spring bank, bluebells... blues and pale yellows... got the name Margo... seem to be on a rough concrete path, maybe a farm path. I've got metal wheels without tyres and a picture of wooden clogs. It's like a cement factory, bricks, quarrying chalk, very white'

'A picture of a slim tall man with a dark beard teaching some women. I think he's teaching them to write, they're trying to pull themselves up, to educate themselves. I think that might be Steven. It's a feeling they were doing it on the side, they were meant to be working'

'A steam train... Pellegra'

'I see a little black dog like a spaniel trotting along this concrete path'

'I see an image of somebody hanging'

'Felicity'

'The old lady who lived in a shoe, hobble, hobble... someone's upset'

'A coach load of tourists... Hubble bubble, toil and trouble... bonnie prince Charlie'

'I'm seeing this lady in Salisbury cathedral wrapping a bunch of flowers... a man in a tall hat... a coach and horses, a carriage'

'An apple tree... wicker baskets, fence... a couple of ducks'

'Rainbow... big rainbow over a church, a gateway... bells'

'A driver in uniform, top hat'

'Looking over fields, like I'm going up in a balloon looking over a patchwork of fields saying goodbye'

'Someone said crusade... a crusade for truth'

'A milkmaid and status quo, settling down'

'Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet...'

'I seem to be getting these pictures that relate to different people, now I've got tyres...'

'I think I'm going through somebody's series of lives, a sense of rushing along... the feeling of the very slow progression, repeating patterns, gradual change, incremental changes. Crusade for truth could be an underlying thread but its eked out... like a thread that gets lost, it's there, it keeps surfacing but then it goes underground. A thread that's holding these lives together. It is a pathway, the overall quest gets lost in the minutiae every day. The crusade for truth seems like a flaming sword, I guess it's trying to come through but it's not without struggle. My feeling is that was past and things are getting faster. Now is the time for that crusade to surface, to find its right time, its been waiting, it has to be the right time. With all this development and technology the world is getting to a point now where that can surface. Perhaps the word quest is better than crusade. I get the sense of a great deal of patience being exercised following these mundane lives, stories, but knowing it's all incremental, changes and shifts, and if we look into history we see education and the increase in intellectual development along with the technologies. There is a sense of urgency now coming to fruition, a step change, but patience has been part of the human experiment, our patience and your patience, spirit and human. The rewards of that patience is the coming of the Springtime, a resurgence of truth...'

Liz asked me to play a tune.

When she felt back with it I did the healing exercise, closing prayer and our closing down exercise...

139th Sitting 07/06/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.00pm, turned off the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off sitting on a red tiled doorstep looking out into a garden with an amazing water fountain like a wedding cake in three tiers. Liz then became the water of the fountain and had a connection with water everywhere. She could feel the seas of the Earth, the water in the tree's roots and the rain. Her perception extended beyond the Earth into meteors, blocks of ice swimming in space, and the water on planets and moons. It was the water that connected all things. Liz experienced the water in all living things, in herself and in others. It was as if in being the water she then became everything that was created. Liz then became part of a line of dancers which formed into an expanding ring. Each new movement was past round the ring looking like a kaleidoscope. Each movement created a new scenario, the Garden of Eden, all the animals of the Earth. It reminded Liz of the bible, God created this and then created that and so on. Each movement seemed to be recorded like there was a memory, they were all still there, every movement had a pattern that became incredibly complex. The whole world came into being through this sequential dance which carried on and on and carried on being built upon...

I started off standing at the back of a church looking up the aisle towards the alter at the other end of the church. I got the feeling it didn't end at the alter, there was more after that and then I started to see something happening beyond the alter and as I watched I found myself a part of it. It was a wonderfully bright colourful scene with happy smiling people everywhere. Some were flying around with wings like angels. It reminded me of a colourful stained glass window with the sun shining through it. I asked one of the people what this place was and they said it was a place free of fears and full of love. It was attached to this church and had been for 100s of years and it was their job to try and get this happy feeling across to the people who went to the church. There was too much fear in the teachings of the church making it a very dark cold place at times and they tried to make people see the more loving aspects of their religion, lift their spirits and get rid of their fears. I asked how do we get rid of fear and he said it was a case of not worrying about future events as they don't exist, just live in the moment, be happy, don't allow negativity to affect you and eventually you will see how the world for you becomes a much more harmonious place. This may take a lifetime or many lifetimes to achieve but that doesn't matter as long as you keep working at losing your fears...

I put the music back on and we continued our session...

Liz... 'I've got a holly... I think it's a name... Something sequestered near an oak'

Just over a week ago Liz had twice received an image of a blank writing pad and she got the day Wednesday. She took this to mean she should sit to develop automatic writing on Wednesdays. This week we were sitting on a Wednesday instead of our usual Tuesday and Liz felt a pain in the muscles of her right forearm. It felt like her muscles were being manipulated making her hand move and we realised we should have brought a pen and writing pad into the room.

Next week when we sit we will have a pen and pad ready and see what happens.

Liz had a sense of a gold star and a team effort. She felt that the writing had been her modus operandi since she was born.

Liz felt her grandfather was with her.

Liz continued...

'Got a sense of a railway carriage or a boat... got the word valediction and fenetre, window of opportunity'

'Just got an image of someone who looked like Bernard Bresslaw but not as tall looking down a microscope'

'Got the word Mars'

'There's a large group of scientists'

'Got the name Charlie... Uncle Charlie'

'Got an image of a violin, the strings are tightly tuned, I think that's a metaphor for highly strung'

'Santa Claus'

'Umbrella, Mary Poppins'

'Godzilla... an elephant'

'Got this sense of all the rituals and traditions and all the spiritual endeavours. The essence of it, like it's being poured into us, we carry it all, the inner meaning of it. The outward paraphernalia passes as many forms but the inner meaning of it. There's so many festivals, traditions, rituals but the underlying significance is the spiritual connection that's connecting to spirit, connecting to the universal love of the living God, the living God within, within and without are the same. We are the recipients, the vessels of this liqueur that's being poured into us. It's like we've tasted ambrosia, the nectar of the gods, it's the distillation of age old wisdom past down through the ages, still practised, still there and it crystallises in various places and people and groups. It takes on its individual form or flavour and it has to be kept going, it can't help itself, it just automatically does keep going because it's intrinsic, a little bit like sap in a tree it exudes at certain times of the year throughout the life of the tree. The sap is always there but the beads of sap exude and make manifest. The inner sap trickles down the trunk of the tree to be tapped by those who are thirsty for nectar, the sweet juice of truth. We're being the exudate now, that's our function to exude the hematic wisdom. It's the universal truth, truths, one of many'

'You can't tell a cat by its colour. In the twilight and dark all cats look the same colour but we shine the bright light, focus the light on the cat and it will assume a colour, ginger, black, white but the essence of cat is without colour, is all colours. We are looking at the essence, the colour is merely a temporary projection. A true cat is all colours shapes and sizes. We call it a cat family. So it is with people, a human family, all shapes, colours and sizes. You can't tell a human by its colour, the human essence is without colour, without shape, without size. We talk of the prototype, the archetype and that is evolving. We can shape that, we can shape humanity, refine, the archetype is evolving but it has to feed on the exudate and the nectar of the gods. The spiritual nectar feeds that archetype until that human becomes divine. We talk of the divine human. When Jesus said I and my father are one that's what he meant'

'I see such a community of beings, of people we know we are connected to, so many people we can't even bring them to mind. It's hilarious really... the multitude, many we know and they are all connected'

'Johnathon... Easteemore... butterflies... olive trees...'

'A lot of images keep coming to do with the family, a large family and the sense of the importance of this larger family unit. Seems to extend into the past and into the future but it's a community and seems to be important. A cradle for development but it's a very extended family, not just the nucular family, a large network... Dorothy is emphasising this'

'I have an image of somebody in a toboggan in the snow, half buried, being pulled out'

'Buttercups'

Liz said thank you to everyone and asked me to play a tune.

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