We had the room set up as usual but Liz decided to sit with
the cabinet closed this time.
At 8.30pm I did the opening prayer then turned out the light
and put the music on.
About five minutes later I had a tickly nose, popping in my
ears and a pressure on my forehead.
After another ten minutes I was getting cold all over except
for my hands which were warm.
Then my arm nearest the cabinet was lifted and outstretched
towards the cabinet with my hand palm upwards.
As this happened Liz began to speak…
‘Someone saying
they’ve left their guns behind, they’re on the beach… The sea urchin… Jerry,
Jennifer…’
‘I’m looking at
shattered ends of bone, it’s not pretty…’
‘I’ve had this Michael
or Jerry there where everything was torn and broken. They wanted out of it,
they’ve had enough and I had the story of the tinderbox, where there’s a
tinderbox and you strike it… the witch gives him a tinderbox, you strike the
tinderbox and it brings a dog with eyes as big as windmills and you can make a
wish, wish to go wherever he wants, strike the flint and that flares up sparks
from the tinderbox… So he can go wherever he wants away from here. Sensed he
was on a battle field… I see the St Georges flag waving now, he’s gone…’
‘I sense somebody; he
says he’s come here before… He says “Hair of the dog…” I got this feeling of
racing cars… There’s a large bar of like Fairy soap, green soap, large square
block’
(The above piece could connect to a message I got in the
cabinet Thursday 11/12/2014 about Cantelupe Road)
There was a noise like something brushing across the
recorder, seven seconds into this clip…
‘It’s Terrence again
and Rosy, seems to be a lot of people…’
‘Seem to have a little
girl here, she’s got like sort of berries on, curly hair, red or auburn, it’s not
modern more like 30s, Clarisse or Claris, wearing a tunic…’
‘I had a telescope
then and the name Copernicus… Taylor again…’
‘Earlier there was
someone in a carriage; it was like they were inside of a carriage and then I
thought it was a funeral hearse and the body was… somebody’s body was being put
in a pauper's grave or mass grave, the person was very upset and I just had to
tell him that it’s only his body, he was still there and suggest that he just
left it behind, he could go where he wanted now, and we sent him off, he said
he wanted to go to Cornwall or Devon, Penzance, I sent him off, he learnt to
fly, this bird helped him get the hang of it, I think by then he… Asked him if
there was anyone he knew that had died that was close to him, he had an aunt
and he thought of her…’
‘I tried to get an
address from someone later who wanted to, I couldn’t quite make it out, it was
like Treasure or Chestnut, I got Chestnut Tree House, I thought it could
equally well be Chaseley, thought it wasn’t at all clear really’
‘Just got 1720, don’t
know if that’s a date that relates to the man in the hearse whose body was
dumped’
‘Colouring bits of
information is quite common, it’s inevitable, still trying to get the nuggets
without the fluff, difficulty getting, keeping the personality alive, let the
other come through… I got this image of a wine bottle, and then you’ve got the
residue in an old wine and you try to pour some wine into a bottle that’s
already got… can’t get the full flavour’
‘It’s a Mirabelle;
Mirabelle wants to say congratulations, something to celebrate’
‘Message I got was its
fifty years since she passed and they’ve still got her bonnet on show which is
to her a miracle. Got black and white check… Wardsley, Mirabelle Wardsley’
The music ended.
Liz still felt a bit spaced out.
She could feel things pulling away from her, a bit like
coming out of a state of pins and needles and she felt a strange sinking
feeling in her belly.
I did the closing prayer, sent out healing and did our
closing down exercise.
Liz had drifted off a few times during the sitting and had
felt herself being overshadowed at times.
She noticed a few things going on in her throat.
I had also drifted off and had a few fleeting visions…
I saw bird seed laid out in front of me and was feeding it
to people.
I also saw two ladies dressed in white robes with brilliant
golden hair looking at me. They looked away when they realised I could see
them.
Finally I was opening a wooden door with a mirror on it and
I saw in the reflection two smartly dressed 1930s style men with baggy black
trousers and top hats. They appeared to be dancing together…