5 results for stemmed:hess

ECS4 ESP Class Session, July 20, 1971 Hess baiting fun Let vitality

It was indeed to lift you, as it did you, in your dreams from the ordinary world that you know. Let it enable you to understand yourself better as you. Let it show you portions of your own identity as it has with our cousin of Richelieu (to Bette) and our secretary over here (Natalie). Let it lead you into other aspects of consciousness and vitality as it is with our friend over here and to open doors of feeling as it has with you (Alison Hess). Let it bring families closer together as it has in your case (Janice). And let it above all, also arouse questions as it has with you (Arnold) and with you (Tom D.) but realize again that this vitality that rings through this voice rings through your own identity and yours. That the power beneath the voice is but a shadow of the vitality that is within each of you. Let it then give you confidence in your own identity and in your own reality. Move yourselves and tables will take care of themselves.

TES5 Session 234 February 16, 1966 letter Fell Rhoda Marian January

[...] This too was from the offices of F. Fell, written the same day as letter # 2, and was a simple note from an Emma Hesse, of the bookkeeping department, requesting that Jane send in her social security number for tax purposes. [...]

[...] Jane wrote letters #1 and #4, Rhoda Monks wrote letter #2, Emma Hesse was responsible for letter #3. But I did not ask Seth for clarification and so we are not certain.

ECS2 ESP Class Session, December 22, 1970 onion Gert Cato Natalie church

([Joel Hess:]“Where do the demons come in?”)

ECS3 ESP Class Session, January 26, 1971 Joel sacred Sue Molly potentials

(To Alison Hess.) And also an expansion of your own. [...]

ECS3 ESP Class Session, January 5, 1971 nonintervals nonmoments Arnold spices Rachel

I want you to understand the nature of your inner self or, for your friend over here (to Joel Hess) the nature of your soul, for it is a focal point of reality from which other realities spring and not imprisoned in tiny boxes of days or weeks or months, or even of centuries. [...]