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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(Thus Jane demanded in her composition of this afternoon, October 7, 1974:)

[...] How blessed, bodies, leaping alive from the microscopic molecules that combine to walk down the autumn streets; assemble to form the sweet senses’ discrimination that perceives, for a time, the precise joy and unity of even one passing afternoon. [...]

[...] This afternoon I watched her do some of her exercises on the bed, and saw a noticeable improvement in many of her movements, especially those involving the knees—a most hopeful sign. [...]

(This afternoon Jane began to experience strong feelings of relaxation. [...]

Afternoon: A strange moment suddenly comes; we’ve just finished lunch. [...]

[...] He went for his tools and supplies, returned in an hour, and the two of us spent much of the afternoon making such a vehicle. [...]

[...] I slept for a couple of hours in the afternoon. [...]

(Off and on through the afternoon I’d felt like crying, as I’d become more and more sure that Jane was indeed thinking things over. [...]

[...] And the fact that my wife is having a better night may mean something, or not … I’d told her this afternoon that I’d been prepared to receive a call from the hospital at any time, telling me to get my ass down there because my wife was failing and the end was near. [...]

[...] Jane spontaneously gave voice to her song yesterday afternoon while sitting in the glass-enclosed front porch of our hill house. [...]

(As I covered her up for a nap at 4:30 this afternoon, I asked her “how one person could raise so much hell?”—meaning that in line with our talk today I now believed that the whole Seth business, and especially the books, had been conducted in the face of a steady, fierce resistance. [...]

—I will end up covering all of the areas you discussed this afternoon —of course, in my own fashion. [...]

(After breakfast on the morning of the 5th I read this session to Jane before typing it in the afternoon. [...]

[...] On Wednesday night she’d had a dream involving our Instream-Oswego experience, and a copy of that is attached under February 5. And she had a pair of positive healing dreams that afternoon during her customary nap. [...]

[...] I couldn’t describe the expression, but it reminded me of the internal “vision” I’d had this afternoon when I lay down to sleep: I found myself looking at a very old, very probable future manifestation of myself in this life, who rested quietly in bed. [...]

[...] One dream picture with a dreary cast, therefore, is not much different from a physical photograph taken on a rainy afternoon.

(“What about my little view of myself this afternoon, as a very old man?”)

4. I lay down for a nap as usual at 4:30 this afternoon (Monday, November 11). [...]

[...] And this afternoon, “off and on for almost an hour,” her eyesight improved remarkably as she sat working at her desk: “The type began getting bigger and bigger and bigger.” [...]

[...] This morning she got up with me, and has spent a relatively peaceful day, taking her usual morning and afternoon naps.

He should definitely express any feelings that come to mind in that fashion, and as he did with the flashing moment of anger at you (this afternoon). [...]

[...] I felt just great in bed this afternoon. [...]

(I also told her something I’d thought about this afternoon, and had a bit of trouble expressing now. [...]

(This afternoon I reminded Jane that she should read the 657th session in Chapter 15 of Personal Reality. [...] My depression grew through the afternoon, the session, while I slept, and woke again. [...]

Psychic structures interweave, and realities do, one through the other (as Jane wrote this afternoon). [...]

[...] “I can see how it’s all tied up with that stuff I typed this afternoon—on Wheeler’s stuff and that letter I got the other day....”

(Jane showed more interest in my idea than I’d thought she would, and spent the afternoon going over those private sessions. [...]

[...] It did seem that her odd state had its origins in her feelings of the afternoon and early evening.)

I bid you a sympathetic, yet hopeful good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon.”)

[...] They gave Jane her first massage last Sunday afternoon. [...]

[...] She was quite uncomfortable at times through the afternoon, but all in all I think she was better, which means that our approach these days is helping considerably.)