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(No session was held last Monday evening, Christmas Eve. Instead, we had a few close friends in; all of us exchanged gifts. After the party was over Jane and I gave each other our own presents. My high point was receiving the little book of poems and sketches she’d made for me. [I hadn’t created anything like that for her, though.] When Jane read her poetry to me I strongly felt once again her innocence and perception: “The universe keeps turning into us….” We had a quiet but very enjoyable Christmas day.
Tonight’s session may not be formal book dictation, but it contains many connections to Dreams. “I don’t care whether we have a book session or one on something else,” Jane said as we sat for the session at 8:50. “I’m just waiting. I don’t even feel him around….” She thought this was strange, since during the last couple of days she’d picked up quite a few insights from Seth on various subjects. We’d discussed all of them, but without making any notes.
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(9:37. Seth came through with two short paragraphs for Jane. Then:)
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(9:58 P.M. Jane and I celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary tomorrow.)
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2. Here Seth referred to the striking way in which my mother, Stella Butts, had recreated for the better her “memories” of her husband (my father). Robert Butts, Sr., died in February 1971, 34 months before she did. All of the members of the Butts family observed the pronounced changes in Stella’s thinking about her husband, although Jane and I were the only ones who ascribed those changes to her moving into another probable reality.