We had the room set up as usual for a ‘Liz in the cabinet’ sit.
I did the opening prayer at 8.30pm then turned off the red light and put the music on.
Three minutes later I had a pressure on my forehead and popping in both ears.
I felt a light tug on my left trouser leg.
The energy in the room seemed to build up quickly and there were pin-prick lights darting about.
I got a fleeting whiff of flowery perfume.
I then saw a bright blob build up in front of me and I saw a pin-prick light swirling around within it.
I heard a creaking sound to my left.
Liz then started to speak…
‘Namaste, the word Namaste keeps coming, it’s a whole global initiative… picked up with Kathmandu and the hippie trail started, its initiative, accelerative…’
I felt a light touch on my left leg.
Liz continued…
‘I’m seeing some low hills… teletesities… qua, qumem, qualla, qua, quiss…’
‘I’ve got the feeling we’re suddenly all being rolled up in a carpet, that this journey is not quantifiable, it’s not linier, it’s not, when you try to get a sense of time scale it’s all happening simultaneously at a higher level, a different perspective. You see the beginning and the end point, they’re already there, all held not only in our perspective but on the low hills walking towards in a linier fashion, all times, old time, out of time, we can’t quantify it here… Dorothy, I’ve got Dorothy again, Dorothy Carrin’
I felt something in my hair, like there was something crawling in it.
Liz continued…
‘Get the feeling the millennium was pivotal. Keep getting Namaste the greeting; they’re all here, greetings Namaste. Kathmandu is important; get a feeling of elephant tusks, just tusks… Sky energy, from the sky…’
I could see black shadows moving around and above me.
Then there was a cool breeze in my right ear and a fuzzy feeling on my right leg.
Liz began making lip-smacking noises in the cabinet…
‘Eagle, eagle, it’s trying to take… temper…’
‘I’ve got Ceylon, land with tea, tea bushes and temple… gold, gold and green…’
‘Treadle, treadle… (there was a loud click/crack, like an electrical discharge, in the room to my right which came out on the recording) …testament, testament, trying to define something, I had the black caps… help I want to be found… they’re teasing out words I don’t know if I’m getting the right…’
I told Liz not to worry about it just give whatever comes.
‘Teasing, teasing…’
Liz got a personal message for a family member.
She was getting a lot of tickling in her right ear.
Liz continued…
‘Betty Siskin, I keep getting the orange robes, they’re transmitting, they have a lot of influence… The orange robes and black caps… Its old knowledge, old wisdom and they don’t want it to be lost… crumbling, it’s crumbling… Yes that’s where the marble comes in, the bricks, I’ve got this pink and grey and white marble. Marble floors, marble… and building block, grey and white… Special qualities and mineral, it’s the sun… I have a silence of sound… I can hear a sound…’ (Liz had a sound like a long continuous note in her head and she tried to reproduce it)
Liz asked me to turn down the music as she tried to hear and reproduce the sound again.
I suggested the sound might develop into a word.
Liz now heard very feint music. It reminded her of hearing something similar on the bus and thinking it was someone listening to music on headphones.
We’d had a communication recently about listening out for piano music but Liz thought this sounded more like an organ or violin music.
I couldn’t hear anything.
Liz was getting more tickling in her right ear, feeling like an insect crawling around in it!!!
I put the music back on.
Liz got…
‘Kaleidoscope… cinema…’
The atmosphere in the room was changing and looked sparkly to me.
Liz continued…
‘Sacred sacrament… It’s to hold all things sacred; it’s a very sacrilegious age… very, holding things sacred, that’s the importance, the holding, the sacrament… That simple sacrament of bread and wine and the transmutation, it’s a flash in the pan, some of the simplest everyday items become transformed to the sacred…’
‘Testing to see if the lineage has survived…’
‘It’s a question of the key…’
‘The word Sacramento… a place’
‘Almost I feel we’re being shown a chest, a treasure chest full of sacramental objects. Locked, we’re being asked to unlock it but its inside us, we’ve got the key, they’re showing, find the key inside, these objects, its unlocking the everyday sacredness, to cherish the sacraments’
The music ended.
I asked Liz if she had any final words and she said…
‘I think that was the profound message in all of that was to worship the sacred in the everyday, to value, to seek, to look into this treasure trove of the everyday ordinariness that images of sacred objects to be cherished… that’s the true worship from the foothills of Ceylon’
Liz felt she had red robed Tibetan monks with her but they were now going.
I did the closing prayer, sent out healing and did our closing down exercise.
Afterwards Liz told me that at times she had felt an energy coming into her. It was like she was being emptied and something else was gradually sweeping through, almost like a wave of water…