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[...] She had indeed, on impulse, visited Bob and Mary Piper, friends of ours whom we had not seen for many months. [...] She recalled mentioning my name often in conversation with Mary Piper, particularly to the effect that I might be concerned because she, Jane, did not return promptly. [...]

(4:21 p.m. Jane told me that yesterday Mary Jean, who had changed her dressings, had remarked upon how well the remaining bedsores are healing.

[...] Ruburt here thinks of his mother Marie. [...]

[...] Way-out, she said, not aware of anything but the data and the connection to or with her mother, Marie. [...]

(“Ruburt here thinks of his mother, Marie. [...]

[...] Now the antagonism that you sense is your own projected outward and our Mary Ellen here who is very close to you psychically, picks it up, receives it and magnifies it so you are no help. [...]

(Now she told me the head nurse, Mary, had told Jane the decision would be made later this afternoon about whether people would be moved. [...]

(To Mary Ellen) I thought the light would dawn. [...]

¹See note 4 about Mary, in Session Three. [...]

[...] Mary, the head nurse, came in and I said the bubble should be drained to relieve the pressure. [...]

[...] A student I’ll call Mary told me about just having met a black woman [in a most prosaic night-school class] who looked “exactly like” my drawing of Maumee,¹⁴ the woman in my Jamaica experience of three weeks ago. Mary’s new classmate had no upper teeth, the state in which I’d pictured Maumee.

(In view of these two separate instances, involving Peter and Mary, I wonder: Aside from whatever intrinsic validity they may have, does each of us telepathically pick up on the experiences of others and weave such information into personal psychological dramas? [...]

(This is a reference to Mary Sharp’s attempts to record “spirit” voices, etc.)

[...] (Long pause.) The name in the order seems to have been Aerofranz Marie (my phonetic interpretation). I believe at that time the members of the order also took names that were derivative of Mary. [...]

Mary.

(The crew at the hospital did have a birthday party for me, and even though I knew what they were up to, it was still a delightful surprise, what with their obvious good will and cheers, the cards, and the food — more than we could eat, at least Jane and I. Mary, the head nurse, made the chocolate cake with chocolate icing. [...]

(To Mary Ellen.) You knew what the message would be before you came here on a subconscious basis and Ruburt, all unaware, has already delivered it to you, and it was in his terms to cool it because spontaneity must progress at its own rate and feel comfortable in both physical reality and inner reality. [...]

([Mary Ellen:] “Is my automatic writing legitimate?”)

[...] Mary Ann emptied the Foley. [...]

(To Mary Ellen.) You are doing very well in some respects and need some balance in others. [...]

[...] There were many questions he asked himself about his mother’s condition in particular (Marie is a bedridden arthritic), and about such situations in general, and he did indeed allow himself to go along on one level to provide an extraordinary impetus that he felt would be needed to conquer such extraordinary conditions.

[...] As Jane and I were getting ready to eat lunch several staff people, including Cathy, Jan, Mary the head nurse, Dawn, Sue, brought in a large flat-pan cake decorated for the 30th anniversary of Jane and me. [...]

[...] Marie then succeeded in thwarting his plans and banned him from the house. [...]

[...] Mary, the head nurse, came into empty Jane’s Foley. [...]