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(Later, I heard an unidentified voice say from below the field of vision of my right eye, “George, Allan is quite concerned—” or words to that effect. The sentence was left unfinished; at least I didn’t hear it all.

(Later, I was standing just inside a doorway watching myself walk out of the doorway. I let the screen door swing shut behind me with my right hand. In my left I carried an 9 x 12 manila envelope. I wore a cap, a T-shirt and khaki shorts. [I have a pair.] I said, as I walked out the door: “Well, Bob, I’ll be seeing you. I don’t know just when, but...” Again the voice trailed off. I tried to question myself but got nothing.

(Fri. 7/3, 11:00 AM: A holiday due to the 4th of July. Lying down in a very relaxed manner without inducing the desired state, I then again experienced the feeling of elevation in my forearms and hands. Deliberately experimenting, I then moved my right hand a bit so that I became aware of feeling the blanket beneath it. [I had drifted without effort into the desired state.] This contact removed the feeling of elevation from my right hand; but the left hand retained the sensation, so for a few minutes I lay exploring the peculiarities of again being on two levels at once.

(My correspondent had thick brown hair, a slim muscular build, a wide generous worried mouth, a squarish jaw. Each time he spoke to me, I saw him all alone, as on a large milky-white screen. The screen cut him off at the waist, and was large in proportion to the size of the man. Each time he spoke, he seemed to lean into view on the screen from the lower right, and remained leaning somewhat as he spoke. My viewpoint had also lowered itself, though not to his level.