176th Sitting 08/08/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 8.35pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We started with the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise then continued into the session...

After about one hour Liz started to speak...

‘Got the name Margo and I see rooftops and a teapot... ballet shoes... broken free from gravity, flying over the rooftops... big steps... flowing like a river, a stream flowing like the breeze, the wind, everything moving, caught up in the maelstrom of movement... so fluid, fluidity... I wonder where my fingers are, to touch, trying to grasp like in a flood, to hold onto a tree... how did I think I could dance along the stars, I am, but it’s flowing, no individual steps, steps of fluid merge, liquidity, dissolution, a feeling of flying, takes a while to settle and then it's as if I'm in a pool looking into a clear surface, reflection, trying to see’

‘I see a great umbrella like a great golfing umbrella. It's like the roof of the world... the spokes are coming out and I'm holding on to the centre pole, it’s like a solo act, I want people to join me under this umbrella. Try to hold on tight, I can call my friends, I feel they are joined to me by the spokes of the umbrella’

‘I've got this wonderful black cat, I can feel stretching out like a cat’

‘Cantilever... contrast like structures, like chimneys, like walls, quite a contrast with the flow, the flow between solid... cantilever is giving me strength in structure’

‘Timothy’

‘Finger nails... it’s the nails, they are actual nails, steel nails, nails you knock in. It seems as if there are builders on the other side building’

‘Seem to be watching a dancer, she is moving around on the floor in a classical costume but more like a cat, very fluid movements’

‘Carruthers...’

‘I’m asking if we’ve got a novelist...’

‘Sense someone in a mackintosh... looking a bit like the bank manager in Dads Army’

‘I’m asking if I've made a connection with spirit and I get the image of a washing line with the clothes hanging on it’

‘Cole Porter... popular music, quite a lot of creative people... it’s feeling like a great show going on, like being in a circus tent, all the different acts going on simultaneously, all the different performers and animals, a great menagerie of talent and entertainment all held within this big top, like under an umbrella. But the key to this is the trust between the performers and the trapeze artists, to fly and know someone will catch you, the certainty of safety even without a net, the confidence to leap and be supported by another, to reach out across the space of the big top, the performers, the jugglers, the acrobats standing on each other's shoulders in perfect timing. That's the secret of connection, take the leap and trust, the connection between two worlds, two different vibrational levels. To know when to jump, when to reach out and to hold the link, how do you know you have contact? It's the trust and the grasp of the hand’

‘Peter...’

‘I sense Silver is trying to align me...’

‘September... something accomplishing... it’s connected to a ballet dancer on a pedestal, I think that was a message for me, now they’re talking about currency... just got Covington Way which is where my Auntie Sophie used to live... I think I might have seen her face at the beginning...’

‘I'm losing the connection now... I feel as if I'm wrapped in a basket... I went sideways and had the heat and pulling in my abdomen, a bit like vertigo but I went with it thinking that’s the connection signal’

‘Terrence...’ 

‘Got the name Carol Ann Duffy, she’s a poet, I think she’s alive’

‘Somebody like a schoolboy pretending to play a trumpet, looks more like a trombone, I get a name of Derek, I was just asking if there was somebody for you... I've got Wordsworth...’

‘I just want to say thank you to Margo and Gordon’ 

‘Just got the name James Atwell...’

‘I'm seeing an image of a computer or a mobile phone plugged in but the signal kept coming and going...’

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

Then we discussed our Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercises...

Liz started off with a Celtic knot of gold. There were candles in a circle but also formed like a Celtic knot and Liz seemed to be in the middle of it following the contours of this Celtic knot where everything was intertwined. She was then aware of a small spirit girl with blonde plats. They were both on swings swinging towards each other reaching out and joining hands, making contact then swinging away again. It was a feeling of complete trust that you could reach out and connect and you could let go and the other person would catch you...

I stated off looking at a big expanse of tarmac and there was a light above it shinning down making the tarmac ripple like water. I wanted to see what the light was so went up and saw it was a large industrial lamp on a stand but it then changed into a flower like a buttercup lit up and shining down and the tarmac turned into green grass which was growing and it too had light within it. Other flowers and trees were growing within the grass and they too had light in them. Bees and wasps appeared also shining with light and then it started to rain like little specks of white light. I looked up and the sky was dark there was no sun, the light seemed to be contained within everything and I got the feeling that it was all one light which connected everything...

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

175th Sitting 01/08/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out the light and put the music on...

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise then carried on into the session...

After about 30 minutes Liz started to speak and I turned down the music...

'I'm shown a house... round window, tall house... yellowish brick...'

Me... 'Has it got a garden?'

'I think there is a garden at the rear, some trees, a lawn...'

Me... 'Can you get a feeling of where the house is?'

'I think it's in the country... not in a big town... being shown a fountain... a house is just a gate... got an image of paint brushes painting the house...'

'Siamese... Siamese cats or Siamese twins...'

'Image of a car, fancy car, old fashioned open top car, rather stately...'

'I'm seeing newspaper'

Me... 'Is there a headline on the newspaper?'

'It's just like a cutting... just got the word horse, and the word courage... kidney... got a very dry mouth... kidney stones... someone's making reference to The Old Contemptables, the last remaining soldiers from the war... little black dog... got the phrase Horses for Courses, home is best... Tyneham village, taken over during the war, territorial army in Dorset... grape vine... got an old school tie, grey and red... saying, very proud of my boys... I think this could be Francis's father... barrels of water... when I look at the house I see white shutters... forest'

'I asked him what he wants to say and he says tell the boys I love them and am so proud of them... he's showing me his medals... comfortable now... a churchyard...'

Me... 'Can you get the name of the churchyard?'

'It's one I've seen in Buxted...'

Me... 'Is he able to tell us anything about what he's doing now on the other side?'

'Working... restoring...'

Me... 'What is there to restore in the spirit world?'

'Restoring souls, the soldiers, restoring their spirit...'

Me... 'Is he doing that as they come over?'

'He's been helping'

Me... 'Was he helped when he went over?'

'Didn't need it... he just keeps saying, love my boys, thank you'

'Just getting, blessed are the meek, they shall inherit the Earth... Cantilever, I think it's to do with a bridge... course fishing...'

'I had this feeling... we had someone before who had been lamenting a bridge failure and felt responsible but I think now it's all peaceful. Mistakes happen, we can blame ourselves, and carry a lot of guilt and burden for it, but these things do happen, it's not intentional, human beings make mistakes. It's when it causes trauma to others that we blame ourselves and carry a big burden of guilt but in the big scheme of things we're all just little cogs in a bigger plan and the accidents that happen serve part of a larger purpose or initiate trains of action and life courses that have their own impetus and value and purpose. Changes that give other opportunities, blessings in disguise. Stumbling blocks can be stepping stones and what may appear a disaster may also serve as spiritual impetus, fodder for the spirit. Why do bad things happen to good people? They are hurdles that initiate change and growth of spirit'

'Mayonnaise... Myan.. Mya... play some music for a little bit...'

I turned the music up.

'Gravitas... grounding gravity... connection with Confucius... the civilising effect of education... but in spirit now we see the likeness of the contrasting philosophy of Lao-Tzu, the Taoist philosophy of letting things flow, be natural. We have a dialectic between the forces of civilisation and education and forming children to be civilians, to be members of society and the innate need to grow naturally, unrestrained, to fulfil your true potential, the difference between a pruned tree shaped into a particular form and a wild tree growing naturally. Find the balance between these two important paradigms for each and every one. Over-education, over-civilisation can cramp the style and the natural tendencies to grow and cause corruption, ill-health, deformity. Conformity can create deformity. From a spiritual point of view the reigns need to be loosened to allow an entity to grow fully into his incarnation and develop naturally in accordance with his life plan. Glad to see the relaxing of the old public school ethos, stiff upper lip. Good to have the hippy-hippy shakes... pornography is a vent of the natural expression of repressed sexuality, repressed feeling'

'Cantilever bridges fail, the human spirit never fails, remains intact even hidden under a bushel and all the traumas and all the failures are just like bruises that fade with time and the unblemished spirit shines through. Many have been crippled by civilisation and we have to restore them to their original shining purity... okay good job over and out'

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

Then we recalled our Rainbow Bridge exercises...

Liz's was centred around flag stones and then a fountain which had Quan Yin, the goddess of compassion. Liz felt she wanted to tune in to that compassion for beings on the other side. She felt the rainbows around it and tuned in to the other side and allow the contact to be made and stayed with that image of compassion...

I started off with a big Indian Chief who was holding a shield, a spear and bow and arrows. Suddenly he through them all to the ground and picked me up, lifting me high so I could stand on his shoulders. I saw that all around us were battles going on from different periods in the Earth's history from Stone-age men beating each other with clubs to modern day battles. All these battles formed a circle around us and as I watched them they suddenly all threw down their weapons as the Indian Chief had done and they began hugging each other and shaking hands. Then they all started to fade from my view and a ring of fire broke out which burnt out leaving a ring of scorched earth around us. As I watched I saw beautiful coloured flowers growing out of this scorched earth and then hundreds of children appeared and began picking the flowers. There was enough for one flower each but then they started arguing as some wanted more than others and soon they were fighting with each other. I got the feeling that there would always be fighting on Earth until we all start to grow up and learn to live in peace with one another, sharing the worlds resources and realising that there is enough for everyone...

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

174th Sitting 24/07/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

We started with the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise and carried on into the session...

Liz started to speak after about 25 minutes...

‘It’s like a large pram... Dagmar...’

Pause for about 20 minutes...

‘It’s like a bouquet of flowers coming out of a toilet... flat caps... like a football crowd, a game, stands, placards... sense of red double-decker buses...’

‘Talking to someone, calling... baby in a high chair... a factory... dream images...’

‘I had a friend years ago called Danuta Markham... it’s like going upstairs’

Pause for about 30 minutes...

‘Deserts... in the war... Johnathon, Yonatan... it’s making me seasick... I saw a jeep, sense of a lot of vehicles, army, tanks, smell of oil, metal... severely hemmed in, dugouts, not enjoying it, hat pinches, like wearing a soup terrine, not enjoying, sensing bits of flesh, war, it’s gruesome, shock, shock horror’

Me... ‘What part of the world is this happening?’

‘Israel... can’t wait to get out of the theatre, it’s awful, shaken to the core, teeth rattling, jaw breaking, dust, debris, serrated edge of a tin can, serrated edges... now it’s relative peace by the still waters... shell shock, deeply disturbed by all of this, I hadn't imagined the full horror, stuck, stuck with it. My whole head shaking... just to be free of all this, like floating... now the land of milk and honey is not here, not in this world, Johnathon, can’t wait to get home’

Me... ‘Where is home?’

‘Heaven... only place of peace, not on Earth... I thought I had found home but it was not, it was hell’

‘The dark is deeper, coolness, there's a sense of numb, a piece of numbness, a blanket of night descends and wraps you, enfolding a bruised soul to bring a resolution, healing, trying to wipe out, after such tumult I appreciate the rest, sense of reprieve, forgiveness, we need forgiveness for our foolishness, our wars... I'm full of tears, ashamed for the folly of shear waste, it’s a stain on the soul, we want the dark to wipe it away, ohhhh... I could have said no, I should have said no, no to war, no way...’

‘I have my heart in my hand like a bird, shaken to the core, it will take a while to shake of the memories, to forgive myself and to remember what was good because there was good, there was light’

‘I lost perspective... I just want to say, when you have a choice choose life, choose the good, don’t choose war, flee the war, don’t fight, say no to carnage. You think you haven't a choice, you think it's your duty, you think you have to fight but life is given freely, and to take and destroy is such a stain on the soul, to wilfully destroy in the name of defence or whatever name you give it, it’s still destruction of something good which is life, which is freely given. Thou shalt not kill...’

‘I will learn a better way in time, patience... Silver is speaking’

Me... ‘Welcome Silver’

Liz then started to come back.

I played a tune to help her come back.

Liz felt like she had been caught up in the experience of war, she had sensed the feeling of shell shock, it was a horrible feeling and took a while for her to shake it off. It made her understand how horrific it was for the people who went through it and made her feel like crying.

We then discussed our Rainbow Bridge exercises...

Liz started off with the Horn of Plenty, like a cup, a wine glass, a goblet, a challis and she was reaching out to the other side just wanting to tune in and found herself with this cup. Then it was like the Garden of Gethsemane and Jesus asking for this cup, this bitter challis to be taken from him and at the same time it was like the Last Supper, drink this is my blood. Liz felt she was connecting with something then fell asleep for a while...

I started off on the surface of the moon. It was very dark and then the sun started to come up over the horizon and I saw that everything looked gold. There were craters and mountains and they were all gold and shining. It was very quiet apart from a strong wind that was blowing up dust like gold dust sparkling in the sun light. I wanted to walk around and explore but felt I was stuck to the spot and then when the sun was directly above me a beam of light came down and I went up in it towards the sun. I was a bit worried that I might get burnt but found it wasn’t that hot just a nice warmth, a loving warmth that embraced me. It was like the flames of the sun were hugging me as I continued into the centre of the sun. It was a wonderful feeling and I became a ball of flames myself and then came out of the sun and began orbiting it getting further and further away. I got cooler and cooler then the flames went out and I found myself with a body once again but was aware that the flames were still burning in my heart and through my veins and I got the impression that we all have the sun in our hearts and we share it with each other when we look into each other’s eyes and smile...

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

173rd Sitting 05/07/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

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

Liz started to speak after one hour and continued for another hour and 40 minutes... It was a long session!

‘I have the name Enid Blyton... she always comes with green hedges, I don’t know if it’s a name of a person, Hedges, Hodges... Green gable, green emerald... connection with children, she wrote for children... after the war, Pied Piper... new generation of children...’

‘It’s the voice of the nightingale singing. It’s the ability to listen... the children needed a club, their own society, their own world free of adults’

‘Got the name John Rivers... feels like a Reverend someone... maybe to do with Alice in Wonderland... to do with children... unless you change and become like little children you will never enter the kingdom of heaven... I have the lion lying down with the lamb, the taming of opposites, the bringing together, reconciling is part of love... to see through the veneer of a black and white world, to understand that the opposites are part of the continuum, that the truth that underlies the good and bad, the beautiful and ugly is still one truth, that the creator created principle unites both. We are held in the hand of balance, the hand of the one who sees all without judgement, the one who contains all, and like Alice the world of appearances is like a pack of playing cards and when the edifice of contrasts of thoughts, deeds of history, of opinions, when that disintegrates, breaks up, what is left is the plain truth, the invisible truth, truth that lies behind the eyes, the eye of beholder. And out of our seeing that eye, the function of seeing unites us. The seeing in the dark, the seeing without object, just the pure consciousness. But consciousness has a voice and will sing the world into being... be the voice of consciousness’

‘Hill, the name Hill or Hiller... Sir Michael Hill... counting houses... like the granaries in the time of Joseph in Egypt where the person who is connected with the management of the resources of the realm, not the banks... the stores of things, all this waste in times of plenty, waste, storing for the lean years making sure there’s always enough so there won't be any famine, balancing the books but with a view to the future, forecasting... a grey area, what is the grey area? Grey area is the unforeseen events you can't predict, that’s where the soothsayers would be important if believed, lot of grey areas and those people’s greed, that’s where there's a need to legislate, to prevent black marketing. Responsible job seeing how a need for imagination, a need to go beyond the black and white and anticipate the grey areas because they can totally destroy your black and white. Clears measures and principles all the calculations fudged and blurred. The whole thing can be turned into a missed opportunity. So important to go beyond the books, to use imagination, intuition, to build into your careful strategy, the unimaginable, the unforeseen, the worst-case scenario. The people won't have it often’

‘The story of Joseph, he trusted his dream and acted on the unforeseen likelihood probability and prepared, had contingency methods in place. There must have been a lot of opposition. Hard work, people have short memories. Why put aside all this grain, what for, you don’t need to store stuff. The lean years came they were glad in retrospect, the naysayers realised that Joseph was right to trust in dreams, and intuition, to listen to his higher self, prompting from spirit because it also made sense if they looked at history they would have seen that there were patterns that repeat, would have learnt, would have implemented strategies to balance the books over time... feed my sheep, feed them words of truth, words of wisdom, words springing from what has been learnt, from seeing through centuries, seeing patterns, understanding the significance, meaning, interpreting truthfully of the desire for truth’

‘I feel like a steward with a task of managing the estates of the Earth, of the realm. An honest task but what I've learnt was to trust in the higher authority, a higher truth than in the text books of accounting. Go beyond tradition, use imagination to understand the nature of custodianship. Who is the real authority for whom you are working for he who holds the world and the fate of men in his hands is not a foolish man, is not an ignoramus, is not an idiot, it is one who has the overview of all, sees past, sees future, one who knows beyond the immediate seen world, one who has vision, the creator, the force behind the throng for whom all kings arise. I realised there was a power beyond kings, beyond parliament, beyond men. I see now that I was right, right to trust at times I doubted, that there is a stairway for men to climb, a stairway to the higher realms of understanding and knowledge to where he who sees all purveys the universe through his infinite telescope. Purveys the universe, it is his own self, through the telescope of our individual visions. For I see that I am on a journey to meet my maker. He sees through me and when I have climbed the stair and joined with him I shall see as I am seeing and all vision will be known. God bless you all for we are all one. We are one in the spirit, we are one in the lord and I pray that our unity will this day be restored’

‘An old hairy man, he reminds me of my headmaster, he reminds me of Mr. Withers... the need for young children to grow according to their nature, to have the freedom to develop their full spiritual potential, not just material, the physical, mental, the reins and the constraints imposed on the growing child, an actor’s fetters, creating a sense of imprisonment. Spirit needs to fly, to be free. I regret the extent to which allowed the need for regulation, examination and routine, and career to determine my overall approach to education. I feel I could have been a more forceful advocate for what I knew was important. The school of the future must be small and more pupil centred and more tailor-made for the individual, not a socialising machine, a sausage factory. I like variety, like birds and butterflies, all different shapes and sizes, different colours and voices, each one unique’

‘Got a name like Goldie Horn... wanting to shine, never enough length of rope, give her enough rope she’ll hang herself... no, no, no that’s not right... give her enough rope she’ll climb up to heaven... that’s what I say’

‘Sylvie... Naomi...’ 

‘Get this sensation like a sun ring going round, like watching a spot of light rotating’

‘Hadel, hadley, hah... hadler... seen, seemal... sssss... sensing... ssss sensing, sensing, sensing, sensing, sensing... stay, stay, stay... taking control, can lead, can... clearing the, clearing the... testing, testing... take time, test... for Queen and country...’

Liz was making different incoherent noises, her voice pitch sounder lower.

‘Sister, sister... ssss... sitting... terrible waste... shoestring, shoestring...  can’t know more than a shoestring, silly, silly person... Hargreaves... well, well... Alice...’

Voice went very quiet and was difficult to understand on recording but sounded like...

‘Why, why are you listening... so angry with William Waldegrave...’

Then it got louder...

‘Radishes...’

Voice got quiet again...

‘Florence is kindly saying that the young lady of the...’

‘It's just a test, trying, testing...’

‘Thank you Florence, I know this was just a test, a little at a time, you’re very welcome’

Liz was coming back and I played a tune to help her to come back.
She felt a bit shaky and achy for a while and had a strange feeling across her abdomen.
She’d felt someone had been taking over towards the end making her feel giddy.

We then discussed our Rainbow Bridge exercises...

Liz found herself in a field full of sheep and there was a shepherd who looked like Jesus playing a flute. Liz was helping him with the sheep, leading them somewhere and then they turned into people, lots of children and it was a bit like the Pied Piper leading them into a large shelter under some trees. Things were taking place beyond like the four riders of the apocalypse but in the shelter they were safe and they were being lead to a Heaven on Earth. They were forming into a circle like a circle dance, Lord of the Dance... I am the Lord of the Dance said he... It felt very much like the Christ Spirit was leading and protecting this group and the feeling was of this trust in Jesus to lead his flock into his promised land, the Heaven on Earth and keep them safe in this time of turmoil...

I started off in a small rowing boat bobbing up and down on the waves of the ocean then found myself washed up on shore. I got out and walked up the beach to a promenade. There was another promenade above joined by some steps which I went up and it seemed to get lighter. Then I noticed a third promenade and steps. The steps were shining bright white and sparkled like diamonds and the promenade was all white, even the plants were white and I saw people that looked translucent like ghosts. They didn’t seem to see me and an old lady walked through me. Then I noticed that the longer I stayed there things became clearer and more coloured. The slabs in the pavement were wonderful pastel colours and the plants were vivid greens with bright coloured flowers. A man looking like a tramp walked up to me with a young boy who looked similar with worn out clothes. He talked about this promenade saying it was a place where everybody helped each other, they didn’t worry about their own possessions and he was teaching this way of living to the boy explaining that in helping each other you were also helping yourself and raising the vibration of the place...

I had then drifted off into sleep and continued to drift in and out of it throughout the session.

Liz had also drifted off at one point during the session before she started speaking.

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

(Liz found out after the sitting that Green Hedges was the name of a house that Enid Blyton lived in)

172nd Sitting 21/06/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

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

Liz got the name Derek and the colour khaki.

After a long pause Liz started speaking again...

'I got the name Carruthers, got a tall knotted stick like a branch that’s been cut with bits sticking out of it... nests, black bird nests... just wanting to acknowledge... polished linoleum, lavender polish, someone who worked hard... gorse, prickly... seeing a message, it’s a bit tattered... lots of torn fragments, sort of mementos... sense of picking up these tatters, birthday messages, clearing the decks for what comes next... like beam me up Scotty... like stepping of an airplane onto the tarmac, a new place... Uncle Bernie... all waiting at the passenger lounge, at the gates, like going on holiday... noticing these amazing flowers, wonderful colours, like corn flowers but bigger... got Carruthers again, he's got a dog like a spotty Labrador, Dalmatian, throwing things... tin of Golden Syrup, green and gold, a lion... I sense Carruthers was something to do with teaching, a head teacher... a public school'

' My mum and dad reminding me of skylarks, in the gorse bushes... they want their ashes scattered...'

'This jar, this empty jar was a life, it's empty now, been recycled, all the fragments can be recycled, they are like tattered fragments and the inhabitants have gone, stepped off the airplane, stepped into a new reality, a new adventure like a holiday, gone onto a great welcoming party, friends, relatives, contacts all spreading out, all filling a new space, and the things that stand out are the beautiful things. They are reminders, memories, they come like messages'

'Get the sense of somebody wanting to send a postcard, wish you were here, thinking of you message. All the old clothes are recycled, all gone, it's okay'

'A little terrier dog'

'There are so many people... Ivy... wearing pearls, piano... Terrence or is it terrier...'

'It's the flowers... should never underestimate the primacy of flowers. Flowers are reminders of the spiritual heritage, of the brightness of the gems in the hem of a new gown, a gown of creation. There's signposts, it's not just that they attract butterflies, bees, insects that are drawn, they are receptacles of light, store and emit light, concentrated emitters, focusing the sun in palatable doses. The sun is an embodiment of a greater spiritual light and from his great outpouring these jewels, these diamonds that are flowers crystallise out and they are found in their various emanations and forms throughout all phases of being, all planes. It's like a note that's being struck and the harmonics and resonances echo, reverberate at all levels. Flowers are the embodiment of light and people are welcomed into the world with flowers and celebrated as they leave the world with flowers and on their birthdays and all remembrance points there are flowers on their way, at their feet, and many of their steps and journeys. The flowers are to be fostered, are to be tended, are to be adored, are to be cultivated and treasured, they are the real jewels in the crown of life. You cannot look at the sun directly, your eyes will be blinded by the brilliance of light but you can look into a flower and there is the image of the sun which is gentle and will not blind. So, from the daisies on your lawn at your feet to the roses in their magnificence, each and every one is to be glorified, to be adored, to be cherished because they are reminders, echoes of a greater light. So, to cultivate a garden is a form of worship, there are many ways to adore the light, to pay tribute. To cultivate a garden is just one'

'And I see these elderly persons shuffling off their mortal coil, getting ready to depart, surrounding them with flowers, it’s a reminder as our light ebbs it reinforces in us the joy to come, the glory of light, helps us to hold onto the link with the greater reality that awaits us. We remember it, we reach out to it, it provides the link so the first thing I see when I land are the flowers and then the faces of those I love and they are full of flowers and I know that I am going home'

'I have a man, a sort of walrus moustache, he's Max Kade and he's telling me that I shall use his machine, and to give his love to Isabel, he loved the flowers. It's the EEG machine, mind mirror Max Kade invented with Jeffery Blundell'

'Have a French connection... ah my French connection concerning the garden, yes, I can understand, it's Nichole my friend, she created with the money from her parents, from Suzy and Claude, a memory, yes it's good so thank Nicole for the wonderful tribute of flowers, a botanical garden... thank you to all our spirit friends and to Mum and Dad, Claude and Suzy, Max and Mr. Carruthers and uncle Bernie and everyone, love and blessings to you from us. We receive your benediction... that's all'

I played a tune until Liz felt back with it.

Then we discussed our Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercises...

Liz had been walking on flagstones towards a bridge and was just reaching out to people on the other side, asking them to join with her and draw near...

I saw a man playing a flute. He had a flat cap on and a long coat. Sitting around him were many Chinese boys sitting cross legged on the floor listening to the music. He started walking amongst them and they looked up as he walked past, some were laughing and some were crying. Then he started to float up into the air, circling above them going round and round, getting higher and higher like a spiral and as he went up he left a trail of musical notes spiraling below him. He eventually reached a ledge and sat down on a chair and the spiral of musical notes that connected him to the Chinese boys below changed into a glass spiral staircase and one by one the boys started walking up it and as they did so they aged. By the time they reached the top they were old men with long hair and beards and they stepped onto the ledge thanked the man and disappeared into the distance. Then the man seemed to dissolve into nothing along with the spiral staircase...

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

171st Sitting 12/06/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.35pm, turned out light and put music on.

We did the Rainbow Bridge visualisation exercise then carried on into the session.

Liz reported seeing lots of white wispy shapes moving around the room, it felt like lots of people in the room and looked a bit like oil in water.
The room looked misty to me.

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

'Just had the sense of somebody standing here... a bit like Roger Moore'

Me... 'He was the Saint wasn't he'

'Was he James Bond as well?'

Me... 'Yes... and he was a spiritual person'

Long pause...

'Gaviscon...'

'Xerox... copy machine... I get the feeling all these people are copies'

'Got a sense of jodhpurs, somebody in riding gear'

Me... 'Is it a man or woman?'

'A woman... Gaviscon, I get that again, I think it's in a bottle, it's for indigestion'

'Image of a tea spoon and there's a little old man connected with it'

'Clive...'

'I've got hurdles, jumping, lots of images, not very clear. He's saying give me that tea spoon'

'I keep getting violet'

'I had the impression earlier of going on a journey, connected with Roger Moore, it was like being surrounded by colours but speeding off in a plane or vehicle of some sort, travelling. Like a variation on the theme of a rainbow... I get the impression of the borderline between fantasy and reality, imagination, characters, dream snatches and our reality, us, a very thin border, one morphs into the other, our identities are not very fixed like in the rainbow bubble where the colours morph into each other, like the oil on the surface of water shifting and swirling... Constantinople... don't know what sort of destination that is. All the concerns we have about our safety and security are illusory, not based on anything real, they are just phantoms of fear because whatever we want we can have, it's only our fear that creates obstacles. It's navigating a path through all the imagery and the fluctuating colours steering a path. we have a destination, you hold firm to that destination, Constantinople and you get there you know the phantasmagoria of the journey is an illusion but a necessary phase'

'Cedric and Seymour... all these names popping up, writing in the mind, all like stories conjured up like Shakespeare says, we are such stuff as dreams are made of and our little minds are rounded with sleep, but in that sleep we can wake, but staying awake only comes with practice'

'Ballet shoes, pink ballet shoes... majestic, accomplishment, I have it all, maintained it for a lifetime, a dream come true. I feel like the bud on a poppy, tightly closed, not yet opened, a dream of awakening, the petals opening. Now I feel as if I'm in a cocoon, chrysalis, waiting to immerge fully fledged, could be a rose, could be a butterfly, could be a dancer. Put to sleep and in that sleep what dreams will come. I'm no longer wishing one way, open to all possibility to become what I truly am. I still don't know if my life lasts forever or what my life needs. I'm being dissolved, reformed, reconstituted, will anyone recognise, remember me? Will I remember me? Not the old me'

'I sense a bridge, I'm floating under a bridge, the sky's rushing past, sensations... and I get the number 22, Felicity or is it Felix... someone somewhere is communicating something of their experience in the transition phase. Someone who's beginning to wake up out of the sleep'

'Getting an image of a briar rose, sleeping beauty'

'I get this sensation of all these lives like petals or data streams just merging and blending and flowing around, like blasts of music or the iridescent patterns of oil on water, these are just traces that the person, the consciousness inhabits briefly, flowing in and out of the patterns, identifying with the memory trace, reenacting it, slipping in and out, quite shape-shifting. I think it's only here the opportunity to focus, to bring to fruition a particular story, to act it out step by step in detail. In the transition phase passing through into the next phase its more fluid, unstructured like reflections in water constantly being ruffled and rippled, losing the image, reforming fragments'

'The name Cleo... I think it's enough for now... looking around'

'It's hard to tell what is me and what isn't and that's the truth of it. I didn't have any idea what to expect, and I still don't. You could say I'm struggling but it's not struggling I'm just trying to make sense of it. I know it’s a transition, a transitory phase and I know that because I'm travelling. There's nothing fixed any more but its okay I'll go with it. You're swimming with me and I know, thank you'

'Just hold my hand when passing under the bridge and into the light... you all know that light, that light is who we truly are... out of the womb of darkness I came into the light and the light surrounded and engulfed me and I became the light'

'I think that's all... Silver over and out'

I played a tune while Liz came back with it

Then we discussed our Rainbow Bridge visualisations...

Liz started off on a muddy plane, a mud flat. An enormous swan came past and Liz got on its back then it flew towards some rainbows on the horizon. They flew high above the rainbows then Liz came off the swan and into a rainbow bubble. She felt completely at peace, at ease inside this rainbow bubble. Something was tickling her eyelid and Liz got the urge to open her eyes and saw lots of shapes and lights moving in the room which made her feel the room was full of people...

I found myself standing on the edge of a cliff looking down into darkness and I jumped off. I was falling down but then stopped in midair and became aware of lots of strands like cobwebs attached to me and they were lit up and pulsating. I felt I was being fed information through these strands of light. I then found myself on a long rope bridge between two mountains and started to walk across it as it swayed beneath my feet. It was a long way up but I had no fear of falling I just wanted to reach the end and speeded myself up by visualising myself further along it. Reaching the end, I found two caves going into the mountain and chose the right-hand cave. It was dark inside then suddenly lit up. Then I went into a dream and can't recall what happened next apart from meeting somebody and disagreeing about something...

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

170th Sitting 24/05/2018

We had the room setup as usual.

I did the opening prayer at 7.40pm, turned out the light and put the music on.

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

Liz began to speak about 30 minutes after the opening prayer...

'Got the name Sydney Web, it's to do with writing... cobwebs... he's servicing an old motor car... interpreting old ideas into a new more streamlined form, correspondence, ink... he's showing me the power of the pen, to target things, you push ideas forward more powerfully when they are written into the web, that's the cobweb... conveying ideas, transporting... social change... custodians of valuable information... books are just forms of transmitting information... Marxist ideas, assimilate the true form, important to keep reissuing fresh ideas, as they get misplaced and garbled. Just because they're old or ancient ideas doesn't invalidate them, they keep surfacing, they need reiterating so the true meaning doesn't get lost. They have to come through fresh again and again, resurfacing, same ideas in different forms to fit the times. Don't worry about repeating old ideas as it comes through in the new ink, in the new form. The web has new punch, new pith, new focus, is refreshed. Give a new urgency, timing, the ideas surface according to timing when the time is right, according to need'

'Pulsar, pulsar a type of star, a star forming'

'A sense of someone in a tall top hat, a bit like a magician, face looks like Fredrick Myers, a bit of a beard'

'A sense of not cobbled stones or crazy paving but like overlapping tiles, like a pavement of scales'

'A sense of a long stork, a bean stork, tendrils coming out of it, a climber like a vine, winds round and round leading me into the Jack and the Bean Stalk story... I get the word forgiveness, tender vine, the tendrils, to do with forgiveness, forgiving past deeds. I'm seeing these tendrils reaching out from the vine to do with forgiveness, the connections. I have the sense of this vine being tied to many things connected with these tendrils and until all is forgiven the vine is tied, still connected to all the other vines and tendrils until all is forgiven'

'I can feel the presence of someone like a school teacher, I think the school teacher wants forgiveness for being callous, for not setting an example, not being kind. He can't escape the consequences of his actions, unkindness corrupted lives, corroded lives, cruelty corrupts, kindness constructs, kindness cures'

'If I could pour oil on the wounds of the ones I love and kiss their feet I would, Mr. Macintosh... I will learn to help and heal, I want to repair a redress all the hurts, all the pain, it's mine to repair, one to recompense, I will. I will work to wipe away the tears and to make a clean slate, thank you for listening'

'I was the Oggar and Jack was just a lad who wanted to explore, wanted more than I could supply, was willing to give... I humiliated him'

'Many hands make light work, many helping hands around... there's a lot of help in the work of forgiveness, not to worry, they are willing to help, many children glad to help and forgive, schools of forgiveness and these are the light workers, many are children'

'When the Saints come marching home... songs of salvation'

'I keep getting TT... double T...'

Me... 'Is that connected to anything?'

'Don't know, keeps coming through as terrible twos, but I think it's TT. Tom Thumb or Teeny Tots... Time Traveller'

Me... 'I was just thinking Time Travel'

'Did you ever feel diminished or humiliated by a teacher?'

Me... 'No, I don't think so'

'I've someone here called Thelma, been here all along and someone I identify as Kathleen Silver, silver white hair, very blond and frizzy, tied back... connection with teaching and art'

'Coming back to ink wells... Getting Sydney Sheldon as a writer... cast iron or castaway... climate change'

'Wild swans, indicator species'

'Random names... Harvey, Princess Alice, strong sense of diamonds, girl's best friend... sable fur, diamonds, wrongful exploitation of the worlds resources, wrong values leading to decimation, balance will be redressed'

'We're over and out, I get the sense his masters voice, the record's over, thank you friends'

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

We then discussed our Rainbow Bridge Exercise...

Liz started off flying above the River Cuckmere, the winding estuary as it goes into the sea. She was joined by a flock of birds like wild geese or swans. They were turning around and going upside down like cork screws in the air. They were watching how the river merged with the sea then came back inland and made their way to the North Pole. Liz was shown the melting ice and was told this was all in order, it was being monitored to bring the awareness of what we are doing to the Earth, our interaction with the Earth so that we can work to correct it and it will be corrected. The swans were like angels, angelic beings orchestrating and implementing various phenomena to highlight what we are doing to the Earth but it was all in order. Liz got an incredible sense that our Earth was being looked after and re-balanced...

I started off seeing wide rimmed 50s style glasses then I saw scientists in white coats looking very intelligent and they were wearing these glasses and looking up at me. Then I was flying above the countryside looking down and getting higher and higher, going through the clouds and out into space as I watched the Earth disappear into a dot and other stars and planets passed me as I accelerated away from the Earth. Then I came to a place where there were no stars or planets, a kind of black void. I could see all the stars and planets like a clump of lights in the distance. I then came to a barrier and could go no further, it felt like an egg shell and I got the feeling I was in a giant egg, the stars and planets were the yoke and the void was the egg white. Then I found myself outside the barrier and I saw that it was indeed an egg, one of several eggs in a nest at the top of a tree. There were many more nests of eggs at the top of the tree and many more trees spreading out into the distance all full of nests with more eggs in them. I looked up and saw what looked like angels, angelic beings flying above me and they came down and turned into black crows before sitting on the nests. I looked into their eyes and they had a kind of knowing look as if they had a greater understanding of reality. I then started moving away from them, up into the sky, through the clouds, into space, past the planets and stars and into the void again stopping at the shell where I got the impression of eggs within eggs, within eggs, like Russian dolls...

Once again we found several similarities between our two visualisations.

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