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But first, the beautiful little house that Jane and I bought in 1975 sits near the top of a moderately steep hill at the western edge of Elmira. We soon came to call it the “hill house,” in person and in our books. (Eventually mail began to arrive addressed to us simply at “The Hill House, Elmira, N.Y.” The people at the post office still see to it that such pieces are delivered. I’m grateful.)

[...] Do you want to sit in the rocker?

But when I read the session, I thought of Rob sitting there, listening to what I thought of as criticism, while his wife paced the room “telling him off” in another voice and supposedly for another, invisible personality. [...]

(We began, as usual, by sitting at the board. [...]

(This morning at breakfast I announced suddenly, to Jane’s surprise and my own, that light was a mental enzyme … We started tonight’s session sitting at the board as usual, without asking questions.)

[...] I didn’t sit down and figure it out. [...]

[...] “Do you want some now?”
Rob shook his head.
“There’s something that wants you back at the board.
You’d better sit down again.”

[...] But it is not so different from time in the waking state when you are sitting alone with your thoughts. [...]

[...] As I sit here writing these notes, I feel it nibbling away — a bit in my back, on my cheeks and mouth, in my torso. [...]