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(Jane had a pretty good day today—until we read over some of the late sessions this afternoon, those having to do with her relationship with her mother. [...]

[...] Yet she wasn’t sleepy—“I’ve slept enough today,” she said, referring to her morning and afternoon naps. [...]

(This afternoon I’d suggested that she might like a word from Seth on her mother’s present situation—meaning that if her mother now had more insight as to her treatment of her daughter, this knowledge might help Jane feel better about her own reactions to her mother. [...]

[...] This afternoon I’d also said that I wouldn’t let her do that any more. [...]

[...] Do not think in terms regretfully that you have only afternoons in which to work. [...]

[...] You are saying, effectively: I can only get my creative ideas in the afternoon. [...]

[...] The negative thought that you have only afternoons (underline only), also tends to limit the value of the time that you do have, and restrict it.

Your attitude should be, I have the whole afternoon to myself in which to paint, and all the rest of the time I have for creative abilities to bring me inspiration and ideas.

Now: I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(This reminded her that sometime this afternoon she’d picked up something from Seth about a topic for this evening’s session. [...]

(Earlier this afternoon Jane reread several deleted sessions dating from 1973. [...]

[...] The notes Seth referred to are those I wrote this afternoon and tonight for the first session of the latest Seth book, Mass Events. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”

[...] Karina had definitely been a bother this afternoon, and she was still calling out, her voice hoarse and much weaker. [...]

(The night had been very cold, and the temperature still was only 12 degrees above when I got to 330 this afternoon. [...]

I bid you another fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(This afternoon Jane received a royalty check from Prentice-Hall for $819.00, covering sales to June 30 of The Seth Material, hard and soft cover, and the first copies of Seth Speaks. [...]

Now I expect your joint and individual exuberance to spread in all areas of your life now—freely—but you must begin those lists and you must take what I have said this afternoon to heart, not bury it in the records.

[...] During break I mentioned two questions to Jane, without insisting upon getting answers this afternoon. [...]

[...] No television picture is showing you the silent afternoons spent by an artist who will be called great tomorrow, or stresses the vitality of life that is responsible for the existence of the television sets to begin with. [...]

(“This afternoon I was wondering how Jim Poett was making out—not when the article will be published [in the Village Voice], but what he thinks of what he’s doing.”)

[...] In certain terms, Ruburt was in contact with your parents the other afternoon. [...]

[...] Sit on porch in back all afternoon, and read Seven; PM Frank comes; confirms the changes since he’s seen me last—from the chiropractor’s standpoint.

(This afternoon, frightened by a grim tale of lung cancer involving an acquaintance of ours, Jane made an abrupt effort to stop smoking. [...]

(Following Seth’s recent okay, Jane has begun trying psychological time on a fifteen-minute basis, either in the afternoons or evenings. [...]

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you (half crying) a most fond and sympathetic afternoon.

I bid you a hopeful good afternoon.

[...] Yesterday afternoon it had been 100, but after supper it was down to 98.7. This morning it was a bit lower. [...] Later in the afternoon the cheeks and shoulder both looked a bit better, and Jane acted better.

(The afternoon passed without Jane having a session. [...]

Hot in afternoon, not inspired—disappointed; do sketch.

[...] Afternoon—all that hassle about the nutty bunch in New York call Tam—going to send him Bed. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] It began at approximately the time noted above, and continued through most of the afternoon.

(The stage had been well-set for the afternoon session, however. [...]

We cannot give you all this in one afternoon, for I wander like a minstrel through your own past. [...]

(The delivery by Seth concerning plants did mark the end of the afternoon’s session.

[...] Session in afternoon—café’s drawn but seen in through window gaps—