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(At 4:45 PM, while talking to Jane in the kitchen as she prepared supper, I experienced the now familiar feeling of enlargement in my right hand. It centered in my palm, and my index and second fingers. I immediately thought it might be an inner sense telling me that Seth was around.

(By 8:50 Jane was nervous as usual. Willy slept on the couch. I had paper tapes ready to check Jane’s finger circumferences if the occasion arose. Jane began dictating at 9 PM in a soft and low voice. her eyes darkened as usual and her pace was slow.)

After our impromptu session the other evening, I did not know whether or not you would be waiting for me tonight, after the extra typing that was involved.

(Such simple expedients had not, of course, occurred to me. But once Seth mentioned them they seemed most obvious. The fact that I had taken a journey was very surprising to me; I had not thought of my experience in that way at all.)

You saw the back of the girl’s head simply because the girl was standing with her back to you. Had you been able to speak to her, it is probable that she would have turned. Whether or not you were physically assembled when you saw the girl, I do not know. There are many complications here. Journey of your own essence must be achieved first, of course. There are different ways in which such journeying occurs.

The girl was merely a secretary, standing by the window and on her way to another office.

(Break at 9:27. Jane was fairly dissociated. The above material now made us wonder whether my vision of the girl and the dog was also a journeying. See page 39. We made mental notes to ask Seth about it if he did not bring up the subject himself.

(Break at 10:00. Jane was dissociated as usual. Usually it take her until second break to reach full dissociation, she said.

(However, something different now entered in when she began dictating again. She had been resting in our favorite chair, the Kennedy rocker. Instead of getting up and pacing again, she began dictating while still seated. Her eyes were closed, and remained so. She rocked gently back and forth, speaking in a normal voice. Since this was a departure from her usual procedure I watched her closely. I thought that if she appeared to be slipping into a deeper trance state it might be wise to interrupt the session. But at no time did I feel that this was happening. Resume at 10:03.)

You are using abilities that you have not used before, and it will take some getting used to. The extra session that we had was probably not too good of an idea from my standpoint, although for various reasons I did want to call it. However, it is not my intention to wear you out, and when I do call an unscheduled session for any reason, then I will compensate by either making the next session shorter, or according to the length of the unscheduled session, dispense with the following one.

(Jane laughed. She was still rocking back and forth, her eyes closed, her hands crossed at her waist.)

(“I was wondering.”

(Jane was still peacefully rocking.)

(“Was my swollen hand earlier this evening a sign that I’d sensed you?”)

(Again Jane laughed. She was still rocking.)

(“Good night, Seth.” End at 10:23. Jane said she had been dissociated to a greater degree than ever before while in the rocker, but that it still was not a state of deep trance. She had not been worried. Her thought at the time had been that she wasn’t sure how far Seth would go with the trance state.

(In the first one, after lying quietly for some time, and approaching the necessary state [close to sleep yet not asleep, but unaware of my body lying on the bed], I saw myself; I was at a public swimming pool in the summertime, although I saw no one else. I saw myself from the right side, striding purposefully along with vigorous step, carrying over my right arm a neatly folded white towel. Evidently I wore a bathing suit, but it was obscured by the towel, and I could not see its color. I did see my bare torso and lower legs.

(The flooring took a series of long shallow steps down, each step being perhaps two or three inches deep. As I strode along, my right heel slipped off the edge of a step, and I landed flatfooted on the next step with a jar. So vivid was this sensation that my whole body jumped, on the bed, and I was awake. And as my foot slipped and I was shaken up, I was myself; that is I was no longer watching myself. Upon awakening I thought of the Sayre swimming pool, but as far as I know the two settings would not be the same.

(The second experience came shortly after the above. This time I was myself. I was dressed in colorful summer sportclothes and wearing a cap. Again it was a bright summer day. In my right hand I held either a sheaf of papers or a road map; I did not look at what I held. I was leaning against the endpipe, or post, of a modern, steel meshwork type of fence that reached rather high above me—several feet in fact. Before me was a very large parking lot, full of cars. I saw nobody else.

(In back of me, to my left and on the other side of the fence, was some kind of long dark building. The fence was also quite long. The scene reminded me of Clute’s used-car lot here in Elmira, but was not it.

(As I stood learning against the post in the bright sunlight, I suddenly heard my name called out, in a high-pitched, plaintive, feminine voice: “Ro-o-bert...” The effect was quite startling, very distinct and definite, and the first time I have had an audio experience.

(The almost forlorn wail of my name came from some distance in back of me, on my right. As soon as I heard it I snapped my head around to see who was calling me—and woke up.

(The voice was not Jane’s, although it was similar in range. Yet it was also higher, and somehow formal too. I do not know anyone, male or female, who calls me Robert, (least of all in that manner), nor did the voice remind me of anyone I might know, no matter how slightly.

(Shirley White, in the summer of 1964, corner of Walnut & Water. She called to me from a car making a left turn off the Walnut Street bridge, by Water St. Jane & I were standing on the lawn by our apartment house. When I heard Shirley call me I had my thrilling sensation. Yet, because the setting was different I was not sure this was it, & doubted the connection. Did not ask Seth. Still not sure, Dec. 1964, but note this down to retain it. This is the only time that I know of, so far, when someone has called me Robert. The manner of the call was very much like my psy-time experience.

(Note that in first experience I saw similar location [later, in Watkins Glen, NY] but did not participate actively—that is, I did not swim. In the second, the location was different, but I heard the calling voice. Distortions account for this?)