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Now I bid you another fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you both a fond good afternoon, having activated those coordinates that quicken your individual and joint well-being and healing qualities.

Now — I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] I will have more to say concerning your fund later this week, I bid you both a fond good afternoon, and I do indeed quicken those coordinates that accelerate the healing processes.

(I found Jane very blue—even to the point of a few tears—when I got to 330 this afternoon. [...]

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

[...] As I said before, even when I am not speaking I am present in certain ways during the afternoon and early evening. [...]

[...] She’d done extremely well this afternoon. [...]

[...] I rubbed the spot on Jane’s neck, and got a good response, as I’d done earlier this afternoon. [...]

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] The results, even so far, were apparent in the manner in which he handled reading material this afternoon. [...]

[...] So I was twenty minutes late getting to Jane’s hospital room 330 this afternoon. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now — I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you both then a fond afternoon, and again I accelerate your own healing abilities, and quicken your own sense of well-being and peace of mind. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(4:49 p.m. Joe discussed his fears with me last night when I visited him, but I didn’t get a chance to tell Jane about them until I saw her in 330 this afternoon. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”

Now, I wish you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] I don’t wear them too much any more, but thought I’d had them on at least once during the afternoon. [...]

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(Then in 330 this afternoon I began to scratch again, and discovered red irritated spots on both lower legs and on the forearms to a lesser degree. [...]

(I felt relief after the pendulum, and much more at ease through the afternoon. [...]

I bid you another fond good afternoon. (“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(Joe Bumbalo came back into the hospital this afternoon in preparation for his fourth dose of chemotherapy. [...]

[...] I’d forgotten to stick new mail in my envelope to work on this afternoon, though I did find a couple of other letters I’d forgotten. [...]

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] I was pretty comfortable for the rest of the afternoon in 330, and probably somewhat better than that now as I finish typing the session tonight at 9:20. [...]

From Tuesday AM through Friday late afternoon—it seems that more or less constant softening and loosening of all moveable parts went on, particularly the gradual releasing of heavy ligament group in neck, right side. [...]

Friday afternoon and Saturday—As I worked on James, I massaged my head, which certainly seemed to help the neck and other areas. [...]

I bid you a fond, reassuring good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon.”

[...] It worked out well, but I lost time — and when I got to room 330 this afternoon, my legs were itching again. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(Saturday afternoon it was Fred Conyers from Denver, CO. [See the attached copy.] Sunday afternoon it was Gene Lang from NYC. This afternoon it was Mr. Lewis from Honolulu. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(“How about saying something about Karina?” I’d heard the Russian lady sounding off a few times this afternoon during the session.)

[...] She’d cried out unintelligible words steadily all afternoon, until finally her voice had begun to falter and crack by supper time. [...]

(It was quite warm in 330 this afternoon, and Jane was often uncomfortable.)

Now — I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you a most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you, then, another fond good afternoon.