The room was setup as usual.
Liz sat with the cabinet closed.
At 8.30pm I did the opening prayer, turned out the red light
and put the music on.
After about two minutes I saw some bright yellow and blue
blobs coming and going in front of me.
A few minutes later the room appeared lighter.
After about 20 minutes I saw an image like a blue light at
the end of a tunnel.
It was bright and like an arch with a flat bottom.
I saw it for about 30 seconds both with my eyes open and
closed.
At the same time Liz began to speak…
‘I keep getting G…
Guildford, Gifford and Strangeways Prison… Glad or Gladys… I have a picture of
somebody in a car with goggles, maybe a racing car… Witherspoon...’
I saw a light flash on and off to my right near the ceiling.
‘Shane, Shane… just
got the name Shane Wallis and tears. It’s like an image of a diamond necklace,
the tears, a necklace of tears… Shane or Shehla… Great buckets of water, trying
to wash away, iniquity… Now it’s like I’ve got a fresh packet of seeds, flower
seeds, a fresh start… This image of a chain link fence…’
‘Terrence, I’ve got
Terrence again, Terrence Higgins… He’s saying a big thank you’
‘Monks Hood…’
‘Streamlined, I get
the feeling all this is streamlined information, not padded out’
‘Kestrel, kestrel,
something to do with Cathleen and Cyril. Kestrel, just want some more
information’
‘It’s like on the
telephone, careful not to put too much information’
Liz asked me to turn the music down and I turned it off.
A strange noise came out on the recording just as Liz starts
to speak…
‘God, it’s to do with
the Christian God, it’s an orthodox, orthodoxy, Islama… it’s a mathematical,
statistical, wants to correct it, dogma… come back to Terrence Higgins… I’ve
got like a salve or a balm, some sort of healing ointment, some blistering,
some sore, unease… Bones, just get this image of the sebucah, white on the
outside but full of dead men’s bones. That was the Christianity, the analogy,
somebody’s, I don’t know if somebody’s trying to get home something they were
mistaken about… I’m asking for something evidential, this person is wanting me,
wanting to communicate with… telling me things I already know… I’ve got snow
drops… The only bit of evidence, there’s some words but it keeps coming back to
the kestrel, doesn’t mean anything to me… Potiphar… something to do with the
story of Joseph in the bible Potiphar… Just the word conundrum, it’s a
conundrum. I was just asking for some sign if it’s really who I think it is,
maybe is, maybe isn’t… Well… all I have to say is be at peace, look to the
light… and there’s plenty of time now for reflection, for enlightenment, you
can leave it behind’
Liz asked for the music back on.
‘I just asked Harry
Edwards to help, sort out if there was anything that needed help’
The music ended.
I did the closing prayer, sent out healing and did our
closing down exercise.
This session had felt different for Liz. Several times she
felt someone coming close and taking over. She thought some of the things that
came through were metaphors.
Liz had been deliberately holding back on elaborating, she
was concerned that she could have been intuiting who it was and what it was but
by the clues she had been given. She felt there was someone there and it was a
person she knew whose son was gay. This person was a staunch Catholic and had
made things very difficult for his son and now in the afterlife was remorseful
and needed help. She spoke to the person and tried to help then asked Harry
Edwards to help in any way.
Liz got the feeling that many people who may have very
strong views or convictions, when they pass over realise they could have been
making a prison for themselves and other people by holding those views and
creating guilt and pain…