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The personality of the woman is given this time to suffering. However after this incident her situation will change for the better over a period of three years. The man, had they remained here, would have been a main participant in a dope scandal that has not yet broken but is even now gathering.

The woman will marry again at the end of three and a half years, in your state of California, and this time she will be in much better condition. The man has been early headed for tragedy. She chose him knowing this, in order to be of comfort, since in a previous existence in Austria, two men were severely treated at her recommendation. She was at that time a male, dying in 1911.

Within a period of three months. It will involve five people, four men and one woman. At the time when the man is reprimanded in another part of the country, people in your town will be questioned, perhaps you yourselves by the authorities. That is all I have to say.

For Philip’s sake again, I do not anticipate any sort of disaster, but plans may be born at that date which will affect his participation in his professional field. I also see a sort of trouble in September for a woman neighbor, who lives three doors down the street from him.

(A woman bending down, picking something up, looking at me with casual friendliness and smiling.

(Tuesday, 6/23, 11:30 AM: Jane saw a brief flash of a woman in a print dress standing beside some chintz curtains. She also glimpsed a man in a bright figured robe lying down; she saw him from above.)

(I then finished my self-induction. Some time later, it seems, I became aware that I was watching a youngish woman in a polka-dot dress, white dots on black or a dark color, climb up three or four back-porch steps and enter a house, with a screen door closing behind her. She might have been carrying something. At the foot of the steps stood a little girl looking up at her disappearing mother. [I do not know how I felt so sure this was mother and daughter.] The little girl, with brown long hair and some kind of short nondescript dress, stood with her back to me. I then heard her say very clearly, in a high-pitched little girl’s voice: “You got the ball? You got the ball?”