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During ESP Class the Sumari, through Jane, told Florence to go look out the middle window, and Sue to look at the door which they did. At the same time Florence and Sue turned and walked toward each other and met in the center of the room. Florence knelt before Sue, and Sue was stunned—for a second. Then Sue put her hand on Florence’s head, and Florence got up and they embraced, and it was over.... Then Sue got the following as a concept in both Sumari and English at once.

(To Florence.) And I would like you, dear Lady of Florence, to be aware of the questions asked by your inner self and not follow the intellect around like a puppy following its tail from one circle without answer to another for you limit the extent of your imagination in such a way. [...]

(During break Florence asked, “Where are we as humans on the scale of development?”

[...] Therefore, I would like our Lady from Florence to ask her question again, and I would like the people in class to give an answer. [...]

I not only support you but congratulate you, and I want you all to know that the effort involved on Our Lady of Florence’s part this evening was only somewhat short of fantastic, and that her achievement more than equals the achievement of those who had had the projections. [...] That other incidents of which I know are not, in those terms, my dear Lady of Florence, shameful. [...]

(After an explanation to Florence of the previous classes she had missed.)

(To Florence.) It can always be remedied, and since you are a faithful member of this class, then it seems to me that you are using your abilities very well for you know precisely when to stay away. [...]

[...] Florence said that her sister-in-law’s name was Martha. [...] Florence said that Martha had lived on Grand Island in Buffalo. [...]

(Yes, Florence has a female cousin by that name.)

[...] This did not apply to Florence, but to Rachel. [...]

(Here Jane came out of trance and indicated that Florence was “supposed to do something” tonight. After a few minutes, Florence drew a geometric design on a notepad and explained that she had been doodling this for years, and that it seemed important to all of us. [...] When it was over, we all sat down and Florence remarked that she felt she still hadn’t done what she was “supposed” to do with the symbol.

[...] After meeting Florence in the center of the room, Sue wrote a short verse about their encounter and read it to class.)

(To Florence.) You were supposed to display it proudly and to take your place and to pass the symbol onto others. [...]

I told you once (to Florence)—and I tell you all—in your quiet moments to say “Who am I?” And listen—listen then. [...]

(Florence commented that she would hate to be dependent upon somebody watering her as a flower. [...]

Now, again, no embarrassment is meant to our Lady of Florence. [...]

When (to Florence) there is a mathematical problem in which you are interested, you try to solve it. [...] Now again, if our Lady from Florence did not have the ability to look inward, I would not try to force her to do so. [...]

And our dear Lady of Florence: you have not yet put one tippy-toe in the clear waters of the inner self. [...]

Now, you (Florence) have given your son a car—and why? [...]

Our friend here, our Lady from Florence, shines simply because she uses 20% more of her intellect. [...] And you (Florence) must not compare yourself to others, but compare yourself to your own potential. [...]

Welcome (to Florence, just arrived from her class) to our class on abnormal psychology. [...]

Now (to Florence), Ihad contemplated being—if you will excuse the expression—deathly quiet after your arrival. [...]

[...] Now, I have mentioned this before, but because our Lady of Florence has been so maligned, then I will make this point again. You have our Lady of Florence to thank that there are classes here, for Ruburt would not think of them in the beginning, and it was our friend, who you think is too intellectual and not intuitional, who suggested the classes in the first place to Ruburt and opened his mind so that he would follow my suggestions. [...]

I want you to listen to Florence, the inner Florence, and you will. [...]

([Gert:] “Could you help Florence find herself?”)

[...] I think that Ron has got some, Florence has got some. [...] I’m sorry to say that Florence will not be able to come to class next week, so I suggest that we take Sue, instead of Ron or Florence, and all work on Sue this week. So that we can work on Florence in the time when she’ll be here the next week to report and know what’s going on. [...]

([Florence McIntyre’s Version])

[...] Attending were Andrea, Rose Cafford and Florence McIntyre. [...]

I come here to renew my acquaintance with one of you (Florence) and to introduce myself to two of you. [...]

(Present: Rachel C, Matt and Emma Adams, Theodore and Vera, Lydia, Sue and Ned, Florence, Brad, Amelia, and Florence. [...]

(Matt Adams read three palms: Lydia, Florence, Rachel)

(To Florence.) Now, this will doubtlessly be our very tardy Lady of Florence. [...]

(To Florence.) The Lady of Florence is the complete puritan and that part of Ruburt can relate, you see. [...]

(To Florence.) Why is it that you trust everyone else? [...]

[...] And so I must think constantly to myself, oh, yes, our Lady from Florence thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour and is wearing a blue outfit but I am aware of a Lady of Florence you see, in several different manifestations in various existences all occurring at once. [...]

Some evening I would like our Lady from Florence to talk to me about predestination. [...]

([Florence:] “I would like you to talk to me about it.”)

[...] I have spoken to our Lady of Florence over here many times and you could have explained to our new student what I mean. [...]

(To Florence.) I had a fine conversation with you in your dreams three nights ago but you are such a hobble-gobble that you did not remember and you have hurt my feelings. [...]

([Florence:] “I’m sorry, Seth. [...]

(To Florence.) Particularly for our Lady of Florence over here in the corner. [...]

Our friend, Joel, reacts to our Lady of Florence, therefore, as she appears to him now in this place and in this time, and yet he also reacts as a person that he was, in your terms, and our Lady of Florence reacts as a person she was, in your terms. [...]

(To Joel.) And you do not allow yourself to remember that the Lady of Florence was a very strong taskmaster followed by you in China in a Ching dynasty. [...]

[...] The both of you (Sally and Florence) hide fear behind different faces. [...]

(Florence has been typing the Seth sessions for us.)

You (Florence) cannot get indulgences from me, you see, for this—“quote.” [...]

Now, I will let you all take a break, and I will let our friend over here (to Florence) think that because of her suggestions she drew me out. [...]

(After break Florence had questioned the reality of time.)

([Florence:] “How can mountains be formed?”)

For there is also a version of our Florence, a young man in China, who does not weigh even 70 pounds, and who is 26 years old. (Florence is in her late 40’s.) He has starved for years. [...] It does not particularly help that young man when our Florence piles on weight because she then feels less vulnerable, and more protected from her world.

Now our Florence is working with her own ideas of good and evil, searching for what she thinks of as an aesthetic and moral code that she can rely upon. [...] (To Florence, smiling:) I will tell you about that at another time. [...]

[...] I’d just read aloud portions of the 721st session when one longtime student, whom I’ll call Florence, commented that there “has to be a balance between each of us and our counterparts.” [...]

[...] And know that you will return to the room, that the physical image is still within it, but allow yourself the freedom to travel between dimensions, to accept what comes to you gladly, even our Lady of Florence over there in the corner; to open up joyfully and follow, (to Florence) and you close your eyes. [...]

(Jane told her dream about Florence and Sally.)