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(By 8:45 PM no witnesses had appeared. Up from her nap, Jane was still sleepy. And again, she said that she did not feel quite as nervous before a session. She had no idea of Seth’s subject matter for the evening. Willy dozed in a chair; it was a chilly, very windy night.

(Jane began dictating in a rather normal voice. Through most of the session her delivery was rather slow, yet not as slow for the most part as the last, 60th, session. Although she still chose her words carefully, still there was not the straining and searching attitude so noticeable last time. Her eyes darkened as usual and she paced at her usual moderate rate.)

We will probably not have a full session this evening, since really I treated Ruburt so poorly during our last two sessions. I had indeed intended initially to have a short session last time, but because the material — please appreciate my pun—on material was coming through so well, I continued.

There is undoubtedly much to be covered along those lines, and in one supposition Ruburt was correct: there is still some material to be discussed before I go into your own experiences.

(Break at 9:25. Jane was dissociated as usual. Although her delivery had been slow, she didn’t feel it had been as hard going as last session. She resumed in the same manner at 9:31.)

(Break at 9:50. Jane was dissociated as usual. She said she could feel Seth pushing concepts at her; it was as though she could assimilate a pint, she said, but Seth wanted her to take a quart. Nevertheless she felt he was taking it easy on her tonight. When she began dictating again her pace was normal. Resume at 10:00.)

(End at 10:12. Jane was dissociated as usual. She said she felt about as tired as she would at the end of a regular session—not anything like as tired for instance as at the end of the last session. There was no hand phenomena expressed by either of us.)

(Friday 6/12, 9:15 PM: Once the desired state was achieved I experienced my usual sensation at the suggestion of lightness.

(Sunday 6/14, 11:30 PM: Jane and I had relaxed by spending the day in the country, principally at the farm of our landlord. That night in bed, without trying for the desired state, I saw within many brief woodland scenes; they flashed before me as though projected. Each scene was seen as though through a milky screen, but was in color and easily distinct enough to be made out. Each was different, none of them involved people or sound, and none of them reminded me of places we had seen or visited through the day.