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(The wind increased in intensity, blowing across the valley from the south and racing up Holley Road. Sheets of rain raced before it. I went into the bedroom to close windows. As I did so, a terrific blast of wind struck. Dimly in the racket, as I watched the heavy rain, I heard Jane cry out. I thought she may have yelled at the cats—but in the kitchen I saw that she was sitting at the table with shards of glass littering the rug at her feet. For some reason that day I’d forgotten to stopper the storm door, and the sudden blast of wind had slammed it shut with enough force to shatter the bottom of the two glass panels.

[...] I think that now I’ve learned — and hope to help teach Jane — that there’s nothing for it but to use one’s abilities full blast in every area — and that that resolve and action will conquer all and set her free — physically, creatively, and mentally.

[...] You are asking too much of normal waking consciousness, smoothing out the valleys and peaks of its activity, demanding in some cases that it go full blast ahead when it is actually at a minimal period, denying yourself the great mobility of consciousness that is possible.

[...] Actually I did a lot of scribbled poetry notes sitting on the side of the bed with the windows open and the fan full blast, trying to take my mind off the nearly steady 90-degree or higher temperature. [...]

[...] There was no hint of strain involved as she produced this blast. [...]

[...] Seth couldn’t resist a few more blasts when Jane resumed, and these are indicated. [...]

I can indeed feel you quail at the volume of my voice (louder again), considering the ungodly hour (louder yet, really loud, blasting out with a smile, to soon quiet again), and so I will lower it. [...]

With Ruburt’s consent however, and I have it, I could make such a blast of masculine voice that you would indeed be embarrassed when the neighbors complained (louder). It is to show my humorous consideration for your feelings that I do not so indulge (louder).

[...] “I felt that he could really blast off with that voice. [...]

It means trusting yourself, following your own rhythms, riding the thrust, the aggressive and joyful thrust of your creativity full blast, so to speak. [...]

[...] While it is not now specifically related to particular past events, it is still related to past training where he was led to believe that he must keep a tight rein upon himself; not go ahead full blast, and restrain the spontaneous parts of the personality, unless they showed themselves in “acceptable” fashion.

[...] But this did not prevent another strong blast. [...]

His natural desire to write will quickly return full blast when he stops worrying about it. [...]

[...] Our house on the hill is so well-insulated that we heard the weather’s assaults as though from a great distance, except for an occasional sharp clatter from one of the metal window awnings as its slats vibrated in a blast of icy wind. [...]

[...] Creatively however he wants to go full blast regardless, and that is the way of course that he produces his best “work.”

[...] Now the storm was going full blast, but we left the house open to the wind, thunder, and lightning. [...]

I love to go full-blast ahead, using my abilities as freely as possible. [...]

[...] And it’s obvious that in tonight’s little adventure I had once again cleverly protected myself from confronting the full creative blast of the light of the universe by allowing myself just a peek at it, and a careful one at that, at the top of a door. [...]

[...] They do not try to blast themselves out of existence. [...]

full blast and releasing

We will resume full blast on matter and its nature at our next session. [...]

[...] At no time do you want your abilities to work full blast without control... [...]

[...] The shock of birth has several consequences, however, that usually draw the personality full blast, so to speak, into physical reality. [...]