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SESSION 897, JANUARY 21, 1980
9:15 P.M. MONDAY
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“I wouldn’t mind getting something from Seth on why Billy got sick,” I said to Jane after supper. She replied that she’d rather wait on the request: She was becoming very relaxed, and didn’t want to get involved with “deep questions” that might interfere with her increasingly comfortable state. In fact, my wife just hoped she could hold the session. She’d been “stewing” about David, the state of the world, human frailty, Billy, and herself, and had had to make strong efforts to change her thinking.
Jane knew, however, that provided she held the session Seth’s material would be dictation for Dreams. She’d picked up that from him while doing the dishes tonight.)
[... 13 paragraphs ...]
(9:50. Jane was very relaxed the moment she came out of trance. I didn’t mention the frequent long pauses she’d been taking; she’d spent three minutes delivering the last paragraph alone. Her head moved loosely. Her eyelids fluttered. “He shouldn’t have given me the break,” she said. “This is the worst I’ve been…. I wanted to get back to two-hour sessions….” She sat quietly while I worked on this note. By “worst” she meant relaxed, of course. I told her there was no need to continue the session. “I don’t know if I can go back in, I’m so….” Her head kept dipping down. She lit a cigarette. “I’m just waiting.”
(See Note 1 for the rest of the session.)
NOTE: SESSION 897
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And even as the session ended, I heard Mitzi out in the kitchen, playing with the wadded-up paper ball I’d made for her. The cellar door was open. Again and again she knocked the ball down the cellar steps, raced down after it, carried it back upstairs and sent it flying down again—just as though, it seemed, she still had to perform for us while a recuperating Billy dozed on a comfortable chair in the living room.
In the 840th session for Chapter 6 of Mass Events, see my account of Billy One’s death.)