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[...] They were looking down at bed or table, which also seemed to be my own observation point of them. [...]

[...] Simply try to get out of bed, you see, and to walk into another room while the physical body stays where it is.

(“I dreamed I was on a bed, Rob on one side of me and another man also. [...]

(May 5: Feeling of great enlargement in both hands as I lay on bed. [...]

[...] Then she announced that she was going to bed. [...]

[...] And at the end of the session three hours later, while in bed, she caught additional phrases from Seth but promptly shut them off. [...]

[...] I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and saw the form of a woman standing by Rob’s side of the bed, not mine. [...]

A small snack before bed is a good one you see from this standpoint. [...]

[...] Her body did not move on the bed; she merely felt this very definite jolt within, at the top of her skull. [...]

[...] Then she had an interesting comment as we made ready for bed; it pertained to the question I’d asked Seth about counterparts in families: “I think that maybe the family unit is designed more to take care of the reincarnational framework, instead of dealing so much with counterparts.” [...]

[...] (After that, we gave up and went to bed. [...]

[...] Jane now went to bed, and I began to make notes to supplement what I had already written down. [...]

The other [Saturday] evening while he was in bed Ruburt had a somewhat surprising experience. [...]

(At times during this experiment my legs felt bent and somewhat drawn up at the knees, although intellectually I was quite aware that they were still flat upon the bed. [...]

[...] Very early after we went to bed I realized I was in the middle of a nightmarish experience, one terribly vivid emotionally yet with no real story line. [...] All I know is that I awakened myself crying, my body very sore, sat on the side of the bed and made the following connections from my feelings at the time.

[...] Jane could easily hoist herself onto it from her office chair, the couch, or the bed; she could either move on it around the house by herself, or have me push her. [...]

(I fell asleep almost at once when we went to bed. [...]

[...] Each day as I look at my lovely wife lying in her hospital bed after years of struggle, I feel the surge of those events—and I see them in Jane, and feel them in her!

[...] Did he stand protectively just behind my chair, ready to help me in my maneuvers into bed, or was he in the kitchen, rooms away? [...]

Now we think of an episode—I will avoid the word affair—a particular episode occurring a while back in connection with Philip’s daughter, in her bedroom or by her bed. [...]

(“Well,” I told Jane as we went to bed, “right now my idea is that we’ll have only short notes and no appendixes. [...]