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(I had obtained treatment for my back and by now felt much better. At about 9 PM Jane and I were having a snack when John Bradley called. John is the drug salesman who had visited us during the 21st session.

(As the three of us sat at the table sipping wine and discussing Seth, Jane began to get nudges from Seth every so often. It will be remembered that during the 21st session Seth had wanted John to stay as a witness. But tonight, since it was getting late and I had doubts about my ability to keep up with the dictation, I thought it better that we pass up the chance. I also thought Jane would be overly tired. John offered to leave, but I said aloud that we’d rather wait for our regular session time.

(This statement, Jane informed me, made Seth boiling mad. She insisted that I get pen and paper, that we have a session now with John as a witness. So the session began. At its end will be found a copy of John Bradley’s handwritten, dated and signed statement that he was a witness.

(Break at 10:57. John Bradley reported that Seth as he went along began to answer each question he—John—thought of as soon as it came to mind. Jane and I suggested to John that he write a statement as a witness to the session. Break ended just as John, trying to get entity names versus personality names straightened out, was wondering how to address Seth in his statement. Resume at 11:05.)

You may call me Seth, John, although in case you are interested your entity name is Philip. Because, Philip, you are such a good witness, and I must admit because I too have known you in the past, I consider you an old friend, and we shall to some extent renew acquaintance.

(Now it was John’s turn to laugh. Neither Jane or I have met his wife.)

S-c-h-r-a-v-a-n-s-d-a-t-t-e-r. He was at the time 33 and had been caught in an act of shall we say indiscretion, for which he was severely and unjustifiably beaten. Unjustifiably because the pigheaded husband was, forgive my pun, a bore. And he now, as John, is familiar with this previous husband in a business relationship.

(Break at 11:28. Jane said that while delivering this material she once again lost track of herself and her surroundings completely. She was not aware of John, myself, or the room. This was the first occurrence of such depth since the 23rd session. Jane had of course met my eyes many times as she paced back and forth rather slowly; her voice had been rather strong. Resume at 11:35.)

I wanted to make one point, but first, there is nothing like a witness to convince my darling nervous Ruburt that I am I, and not her, meaning Jane; like a good evidence of telepathy, as in John’s case this evening.

(See John Bradley’s statement at the end of this session.)

Nor should John-Philip forget what I have told him as far as gout predisposition is concerned.

I am not saying that you should not believe the evidence of your senses; I am waiting for you to say that. We know that our so-called tables are not solid. Even your science knows this now, and yet your eyes see the table as solid. Face up to it, my dear lovelies: Your senses lie. The table is a conglomeration of quickly-moving atoms and molecules but you see it as a table, and you see it as solid. Your senses, and again this is to bring John-Philip up to date, your senses are perceptors of a camouflage physical world which is created by the inner self through the use of mental enzymes in a pattern set by the mental genes.

John-Philip is correct, and our schedule should be maintained. Personally I have no objections to an extra session for Ruburt’s publisher, but I will not condone less than two regular sessions a week, except for circumstances beyond your control.

(John Bradley finished his statement as a witness, signed it and left for Corning, N.Y., where he had a motel room. He requested a copy of the session, with the thought of possibly trying to verify the data given by Seth concerning his past lives. It was by then close to 1:00 AM.

(Copy of statement by John Bradley.

(John J Bradley)