148th Sitting 17/10/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

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

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off with daffodils, primroses, narcissi and all sorts of spring flowers all around her and a narrow deep stream running alongside. There was somebody with her that she thought she had known called Ian. He was leading her over to a church where there was a feast going on like a village harvest festival, lots of baking, a friendly rejoicing sharing feeling. He then wanted to take Liz beyond that to a large field with a black and white horse. Liz climbed up on it and he climbed up behind her and they went galloping off then they were flying through the sky going into a star system and they seemed to become very small amongst all the stars. Liz got the impression the stars were forming a kind of spider's web spangled with little parcels of food that were wrapped in web silk. She felt this food was our experiences, all the quintessential experiences of our lives on this enormous web and the spider was feeding on this experience, these parcels of food and out of this spider were coming more spiders, baby spiders that were weaving webs and the same process was going on and on. It was as if every time we immerse ourselves back in the world of experience this experience was being parcelled up like a beautiful drop of golden water. Liz felt the gold was like the gold you have round the heads of saints. It was like all the goodness of the experience was this wonderful food that kept this universe of stars going and back at the human level was the enjoyment of the church harvest festival feast...

I started off at the edge of a cliff like Beachy Head. It was grassy and the cliff face chalky and I saw a lighthouse down below with a light shining out going round and round. I watched the light beam sweep across the sea lighting up boats out in the distance. I then started to get bigger, I was sitting on the edge of the cliff and my feet now touched the sea below me so I stood up and walked out into the sea until it came up to my neck. The sea then disappeared and I found myself in a dessert on dry sand. I could still see the beam of this lighthouse now sweeping across the sand. The beam of light hit a pyramid and stopped. The light seemed to be going into the pyramid and from the pyramid the light came out at a different angle towards another pyramid and from that one to another and then another and then back to the first. It was like a square of pyramids connected by light beams being fed from the lighthouse. I wanted to stand in the middle of the square and when I did this I started to change into a lighthouse but I wasn't emitting any light as I was receiving light from each pyramid. I felt I had roots running down into the Earth. The light was travelling down me into these roots and then into the Earth in different directions until each light beam came back up to the surface in various places over the Earth. Another lighthouse appeared wherever it came up and the process started over again...

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

I soon saw bright blobs coming and going.
Then I saw brief images of smiling faces. I didn't recognise any of them except one of Princess Diana. It was as if she was walking away and turning round smiling.

I then kept drifting in and out of sleep for most of the rest of the session.

Liz began to speak after the last tune on the CD.

'Gordon... I feel as if I have a cleric, clergy... confusion, Confucius... I'm being told something to the effect that the very wise don't say too much, listen to the sound of silence. I seem to be surrounded by moths drawn to my light. I have a feeling a person can be a light like a lighthouse, a beacon, without saying anything. Standing in the silence, sitting in the power'

'I have a Thomas... I have these tools in my hand like drills and screwdrivers'

'Sheila, something about Wesak the Buddhist Festival'

'I have a lot of images of butterflies and moths and then being pinned down, someone collecting them and impaling them'

'It's as if I'm behind this dust cart, mechanical trucks, enjoying the mechanisms, the mechanical nature of these large beasts. It's like a big cement mixer. Now it's like being on a racing car circuit'

'I've got this image of a nest of bird's eggs, a collection, many beautiful things in nature are often destroyed by a strange form of love, love of collecting. Another example of our desire to impale the winged beauty. The fleeting beauty of the world, creatures that live on light. The wonderful mystery of germination of eggs, rare and beautiful perfect things and our desire to control and to grow, to possess. We're destroying them trying to immortalise these transient forms and in impaling them and fixing them we rob them of their light and so it is with the child. Controlling and fixing, impaling and conditioning. Trying to hold onto that, to fix that being, little by little we rob them of their light. To truly love and commune with the essence of a living thing we need to passively observe, to pay attention, to be with, without controlling. To listen, observe, enjoy, to have that detached interest without the inquisitive need to fix and control. To be content to witness the unfolding. We need to let the forms of life reveal themselves in their own way in their own time to allow them to present themselves in their full glory, to pass by, to dwell with us in whatever way they are able to present themselves and to desire nothing more than to witness and in that bearing witness we're filled with love, we acquaint ourselves with the meaning of love, we become immersed in the fabric of love and love is the matrix, love is the fabric, the cloth on which all living forms impress their temporary manifestation. When we become like the cloth, when we immerse ourselves in the cloth we allow those living forms to pass through us to let their essence penetrate us. Love isn't something we do, it's that quality of being, the medium through which the living form presents itself and in that state of being in which we find ourselves, at one with the underlying fabric, we are in love, we do not love but we exist in love and love is the nature of our being. In that state of love, we love and are at one with all things. All things pass through us and we rejoice at their being and allow them to be'

'I have Douglas... I think he is telling me how the sculptor tries to create the form of the living thing and tries to breath into it with love to give it that life, that quality and in that sense the sculptor's art is engaged in an act of love'

'Someone called Robin... and Sally'

'I think all these people are emphasising the point that true art is inspired where the artist has lined themselves with the field of love, with identifying of the underlying power of love. A great work of art has the artist on fire, inflamed. The soul of the artist is quickened, kindled, vibrates with the matrix of love, is resonating and reaching that level. The work will be inspired, we call it true art'

'I just see the fine wire of attunement, the aerial we all have to attune to that vibration' 

'We are passengers on the train of life and the beautiful view that we see fleeting past the window we can enjoy, there's many more to come, we can sit back and enjoy. We know that the record of all places that we fleet through, they're recorded, they're there for always, recorded into a fabric, no need to hold onto them. We pass through but the countryside remains the trace of the journey'

'I have the name Rayner or Rain... and Marigold'

'It's as if I'm in the most beautiful meadow, corn flowers, golden children, so many beautiful beings around here with so much to say but the overriding message is that of light and love and beauty and harmony interweaving all the voices into one beautiful symphony with one fundamental sound of ohm. It's as if all the forms coalesce into one great drop, one great pearl, one essential being. That is the great mystery, out of the one comes many and many are one'

'I feel as if I'm being spun now into a cocoon and this is the time to draw back now and say goodbye, thank you friends'

'I've got Janet holding out a white narcissus for Vajralila'

I played a tune while Liz came back.

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

147th Sitting 10/10/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.30pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz found herself on a red brick cork screw pathway going one way then the other. She was going alongside a canal and came to a red brick arched bridge. Liz climbed over it and met loads of people coming the other way with bicycles, horses, carts and taxis, a lovely friendly feeling. On the other side was a large market place with a fountain in the middle and a man dressed in white, a teacher. Everybody settled down to listen to him, he was talking about fruits in the market, wonderful marrows and pumpkins. He said these were the fruits of a good life. Everybody brings their best to the market to trade and sell, they don't bring their inferior produce just the best. They represent the work of your life, the importance of preparing the best conditions for growing your best fruit. It doesn't have to be big fruit like pumpkins, it can be small like a sweet tomato, it's the quality that's important. The purpose of your life is to bear fruit that is of excellent quality but all your fruits are acceptable. If your fruit isn't the best you have a chance to go back and try again. Fruits of the spirit...

I was holding onto a large heavy vase full of flowers while walking along a dark cobbled street. I could see people walking the other way either side of me, they looked Victorian. They didn't seem to notice me and as I walked I saw that the vase was dripping. As the water hit the street bright colourful flowers sprung up and I looked behind me and saw a long trail of flowers. Then the vase burst and water went everywhere. The whole scene became brighter and full of flowers, fruit trees and all kinds of plants as the water hit the ground. I saw native people walking amongst the plants eating the fruit and vegetables. All sorts of animals were there even lions and tigers but there was no fear as they showed no interest in chasing the other animals or people choosing instead to eat the vegetation. Everything was living in harmony with everything else, some people were building houses out of the wood from the trees and they were all helping each other. I saw the scene from above and it seemed to spread over the whole world. As I watched it switched back to the dark cobbled streets and then back again. I got the feeling we could take the world in any direction we wanted towards fear and darkness or to love and light...

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

The room seemed to get lighter to me.
I felt a pressure on my left ear and tingling on my legs.
I saw white wispy bits floating around the room then bright blobs coming and going.

Liz got the sense of someone she knew called Mark who died young.

I was drifting in and out of sleep while the music CD was playing.

When it finished Liz began to speak...

'I feel I have somebody with me, he says his teeth feel bad, his shoes don't fit, uncomfortable, feels very old'

'Watching a little mouse... turning into a sugar mouse'

'Cauliflower... like a cauliflower ear'

'Wooden flooring'

'Christopher... Saint Christopher'

'Colin'

'Lamppost... I'm in a street now, zebra crossing, got the feeling I want to cross the road... too much traffic'

'I'm looking at a large lake, ink colour'

'Christopher or Crystal... wanting to go to the land of far beyond like in the Enid Blyton story Pilgrims Progress... There's a lot of obstacles to making a smooth transition'

'What I'm finding is how I can change when I get to the hot dry dusty road. I can create a glass of water to smooth it out, to make it greener. Just have to keep working at it, I think it's getting easier. Feels as though it was turbulent but now it's evening out'

'Now I have sandals on my feet. I'm holding onto something solid like sticks or solid arms of a chair, I feel stable. Now I can sit and watch the lake, it feels quite peaceful'

'I have a feeling there's an uncle here'

'Someone else now, very smooth, pearl... Like a string of pearls, a very different energy, very peaceful. I have a feeling of a lady with white permed hair, feels a bit like a fairy god mother, she's smiling, wherever she is the sun is shining, gives me a silvery feeling, pearl, she helps people'

'Got a Child with a capital C'

'Got a sense of bikes and wheels... got a dripping tap... way to go, way to go... some sort of race track'

'I had an image of a swallow or swift in flight, a sense of effortless flight'

'When all's said and done the path of life never runs smoothly, it's fits and starts, eventually it evens out, you find the way to smooth the path, overcome the difficulties, solve the problem and the more you do this the smoother it gets just takes time and patience but there's always help at hand'

'I have the lines of a poem that seem to feel right for this transition...
The lines of life are various, they diverge and fuse like footpaths and the mountain's upmost ends.
But here we are elsewhere, a garden mends with recompense eternal peace and truth. 
The lady I call Pearl to my right is nodding'

'I'm asking if there's any specific information for you'

'Rupert... keep getting wheels keep rolling... got a tie like a school tie, image of a schoolboy... lamppost, in a town on a corner there's a bank or a pub... school books... chimney pots, a sack, sack material... leather saddles, smell of leather... I'm doing a backward somersault, bending over backwards... croquet lawn, arches. Somebody's drawing something that's going round and round... got the whole world in his hands, Johnny come home... cricket'

'Cauliflower, cauliflower ears, stone deaf... zebra, zebra crossing... Ted... trying to tune a radio... Janet'

'Seem to be looking at a large kitchen in a hospital or school'

'Phyllis... Robin... saw a little cat, tall trees, draft or chess board'

'I'm looking at a watch, perhaps it's time to stop... got a sense of Diana... the name May'

I played a tune as Liz came back.

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

146th Sitting 19/09/2017

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.15pm. I included mentioning to the team that Liz had set up the magnetometer upstairs and asked them to influence the readings if possible. Last week I did the same and we got a different trace on the readout during the time that Liz was talking and receiving inspiration from the team. I thanked them for this and we will make a point of mentioning the magnetometer each time we sit now in both circles.

I turned out the light and put the music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise...

Liz started off going through a brick archway, it was like a gate with beautiful spring flowers in baskets either side. As Liz went through it became a tunnel like an aqueduct. She was in water swimming and then became a turtle in the sea. She wanted to explore further, get to another place, evolve. Liz came out onto the land on an island and turned into various different creatures including a beetle, a squirrel and a bird. Each of them had its own story, its own experience, all experiencing it in different ways. Then Liz expanded into another sphere and found herself with a teacher, an elderly Arab with a tea cloth headdress in a tent in the dessert. Liz saw all these different levels, tents within tents within tents and each one had been built perfectly and they were all interconnected. Liz asked who is creating them all? Where do they come from? She wanted to get to the origin, the highest point. The Arab laughed as if the whole thing was a cosmic joke, a conundrum. He told her all the stories fed into one great story but they were all important. At that point it turned into a dream for Liz and she couldn't recall what happened next...

I started off sitting at a big round wooden table in a large dark cave. I watched as the centre of the table started to get higher forming a kind of mushroom shape and then a hole opened up in the centre as masses of pin-prick lights came out whizzing around the cave lighting it up. They were sticking to the walls making them glow brightly. The table then flattened out again and as I looked around the lit-up cave I saw a tunnel leading into it and people started coming in and sitting round the table with me. They were all different and from different parts of the world. I saw a monk, a soldier, a farmer, a policeman etc... Everybody was staring at the centre of the table and I did too as it started to sink down and open up again like a big plug hole and it seemed to suck all the identity from all of us until we all looked the same, stripped of all our character that had made us individual. We were all grey and featureless looking a bit like how aliens are depicted. Then we all got up and went back into the tunnel and out into the world. I saw fields and trees, towns and cities, farms and desserts all around us and we all walked off in different directions to start a new life and build up a new identity...

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

I noticed flashes above me and lots of movement in the room.

It became bright and blobby.

I saw two cupped black hands momentarily within the blobs as if coming out of water.

I then kept drifting in and out of sleep for the rest of the session.

Liz drifted off at the beginning then started to speak as the music CD finished...

'I heard the elderly Arab gentleman saying 'Lahyam' which means 'to life' during that last tune. He's raising a glass, a goblet of wine, deep red, like blood and the blood is identified with life. Life in this world is intense and thick. I'm seeing a number of window frames, each of them is different, different divisions, different frames, like a different signature, different way of dividing it up, bar code. It's the DNA, small differences in the code create a wide variety of characteristics and these characteristics, the totality of the variant personality provide this alternative window frame for each and every one, a specific viewing point and the foolish thing that happens is that according to the variation a person gets stuck with this fascination with the inward responses to the experience and so often what is happening is a person will experience directly, view through a window but then get caught up in the memory of all the different responses to that viewing, similar viewings in the past and stop seeing. So instead of seeing freshly through their window a person gets caught in retrospective scanning of all memories of previous viewings and ceases to see directly. Human beings at present in general are failing to experience directly and clearly with a fresh telling of their story. Their experience is second hand based on the old stories that they've been telling themselves since the beginning of their time. So, clean your windows and look out directly, seeing with a freshness, with an open gaze, letting go of all the old connections and stories of the past. Each moment is a new vision, new experience, a fresh story. So, to be present, to be lucid is the role of the human, to take full advantage of each one's unique window frame and the lessons that have been learnt from the past are already incorporated and allow for fresh responses. With reflection a previous response to a particular scene through the window may have been deemed faulty, not a perfect response, not a beneficial response, not a useful response and with reflection a lesson is learnt and stored and it can be trusted. The knowing process will allow a more appropriate response when a similar view, a similar event through the window arises. It is not necessary to shift from the window to scan the inward responses and memories, that detracts from the immediacy of the experience. It can be trusted but with the immediacy of the experience the benefit of earlier lessons, the benefit of the reflection from earlier experiences and lessons learnt will allow for a modified response. It is not necessary to withdraw from the window into reviewing the past responses and memories associated. Stay at the window, stay looking, stay being present and trust that your response will be apt, will be genuine, will be original. So, don't live second hand through the mind, live first hand through perception, immediacy of perception through the window, through being present and lucid and aware and responding authentically with immediacy with originality and then you will become like a virtuoso violin rather than an old scratched record, an old scratched recording of someone else's violin. So, the rich blood of life is created fresh and spontaneous, every moment is going on, every moment, not a drop that isn't new and refreshed, full of oxygen, that red blood and that's the vitality, the vital freshness of life. So, we say lahyam and raise a glass to life'

'Sadie or Ziad'

'Elephant'

'George or Georgian... Gerontology, study of old age... nitrogen fixing plants like clover... checkerboard, chessboard, checkerboard of days and nights, a beautiful horse changing from black to white, long tail, mares tail'

'Image of a lady laughing with a bonnet like a frill gathered around her face, she's got spectacles, sense the name Annie'

'Feel like being in Stratford, a bridge, a feeling of Shakespeare Country... Anne Hathaway'

'Stanley, something to do with temperance'

'Got this taste of lemon sorbet, a sense of a chef. Sensation of streaming like a dragon's mouth, information stream... Jack... It's like I'm looking at an old fashioned sweet shop, the glass jars... Going up some steps, the bell, looking at childish things, nursery, hay stack, little boy blue. Like Laurie Lee's cider with Rosie, has that feel about it, reminisces as a child in rural country, young lady dressed in greys and browns, a cap, leather britches... Lemon sorbet could be sherbet lemons'

'Alec, Alec Guinness... just the name Alec... steadfast... going down deep to the roots, the roots of a family tree in rural Shropshire'

'Valery... Valery seems to be taking me to Covent Garden, dancing... books like ballet shoes... Picking up information from people and given books that resonate with some of their life experiences... novels contain the condensation of a person's experience'

'Barrels, cooper'

'Watching a funeral procession, carriages, royal funeral Queen Mary... I asked for something relevant with Nick and got Gorden and then switched to people looking at a royal event. Now switched to theatre, George Bernard Shaw, the Embankment, name Harris, Doctor Harris, a nick name Tom Thumb, Silvia... It's coming back to the Embankment and Theatre'

'I saw Joan of Arc, Joan. Just asking is it the name Joan, I've got the elephant with Joan. Crimson velvet cushion or throw... it's just love... roses or cherries... just wanted to send a lot of love, it's like a wishing well, wishing you well, well wishing, the well is deep, all these pennies thrown in the well, it's good luck. I got the image of the well going deep, gold coins at the bottom, strike gold, get there in the end... I've got Annie, it's going to end there, crimson velvet with a heart embroidered on it... thank you Joan'

I played a tune.

Liz got the names Brian and Fanshaw.

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

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.