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(Jane was not nervous before the session. She expected it to be short. She began dictation in a voice somewhat louder than usual. Her pacing was regular, her eyes dark as usual.)

My welcome to Mark, who is with us again, and I repeat: The boat was the first boat in vision from the inside of the large room in which the men met.

I saw the boat plainly, when I took in the whole scene. Perhaps Mark was not aware of seeing it.

(“What was the symbol on it?”)

The symbol was a half arc with one crossed line diagonally, almost like an inverted cent sign—c - e - n - t. It was not large. There may have been an initial “J” beside it, and a second initial “F” or “W”.

I have nothing else to add, beside what was given in the previous session regarding Mark’s journeys.

(Break at 9:25. Jane was dissociated as usual. She remembered the blocking; she was, she said, afraid she would make a mistake—especially in the beginning of the session. When I said the session was well under way by now, Jane pointed out that her definition of the beginning includes all material given up until and including first break.

There was a green boat, tied, that was not empty, but had bulky shapes in it, and some dark material. A bit away, and low, and with no motor, that was used twice a week and on one other designated day. I suggest that we drop the subject.

Mark’s dream was significant.

Three nights ago, of a large room. I am aware of it through his subconscious mind. He is not consciously aware of it, I do not believe, although it hastened his plans. There was a shadow over the room, and the room was divided into many portions, which represented the various divided fears and desires he has at this time.

(End at 10:07. Jane was dissociated as usual. Bill said he could not remember his dream. He did confirm however, the presence of a green and white boat that was anchored out in the bay, and in view from the front room of Larry O’Toole’s cottage. It was, he said, perhaps a fifteen-foot cabin-type speedboat, and might have had something in it; on this point Bill was not sure. The top of the boat was green, the bottom white. He also remembered a green rowboat that was anchored out in front of the house. Bill then suggested that he write to Larry O’Toole for confirmation, since as far as he knew O’Toole should still be in Provincetown. In particular, O’Toole could check on the rowboat with a symbol on its bow, as described by Seth.

(While the three of us were discussing the session, and the fact that Jane seemed much less tired than before the session began, she suddenly began dictating again. Her voice was somewhat louder than normal. Jane spoke for most of the time while seated upon the table. Resume at 10:17.)

One note. You both can and should learn to utilize your energies in the same manner that Ruburt utilizes his energies during a session. His fatigue is not only forgotten, but he is no longer fatigued although his working day was personally exhausting.

(Here Jane was looking at me.)

(Here Jane’s voice boomed out again as she castigated herself. Her manner was half serious and half humorous, as it had been all through this material.)

He will never give up such a title without the most dire struggles. And it was to prevent his being given such a title that I suggested that he leave the gallery. His ego satisfaction, which is so hungry, and his actual need for finances, should be satisfied and could be through his writing, as I told you.

I suggest something. I will say good night. If I feel like going on for hours, it is because one year ago tonight I first made contact with Ruburt—at least a subconscious initial contact of which he was not consciously aware. The year has been a good one, even though my practical suggestions have not been followed, your situation has improved in line with the laws of expectation.

(End at 10:37. Jane was dissociated as usual, and said she was not conscious of the point when the dialogue began, taking off from our discussion after the first ending of the session. My writing hand was quite tired.)