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Our session may be somewhat briefer this evening, to make up for the unscheduled one.

When a particular situation arises, or when his abilities are unusually attuned, we have in the past held unscheduled sessions, and I have always attempted to compensate by cutting the next one short, or cutting it out entirely.

He has wondered about this. However, he does not have to worry ordinarily about beginning a session on the spur of the moment under the influence of too much drink. If he had truly that much, he simply would not be capable of a session, even if I were idiotic enough to agree to one. And I assure you that I would not be.

Now if, and this has occurred, Ruburt finds his abilities unusually attuned, and circumstances are advantageous, it is perfectly legitimate to hold a session, though it is not a scheduled one. I will automatically make adjustments. This refers to sessions with or without witnesses.

(Jane now took a rather long pause as she paced about. The effect Seth referred to, Jane told me later, was the one seen by Bill Macdonnel during Sunday’s unscheduled session—the opaque white eyes superimposed upon Jane’s closed eyelids.)

(See the unscheduled 82nd session. In this one Seth for the first time mentioned that Jane should work full time at her writing. This was August 27. By the end of September she had left the gallery where she had worked part time four years. This move was not dictated wholly by the Seth material, but certainly this played its part. Since leaving the gallery and buckling down to work, Jane had received many very favorable letters from publishers. Invariably they comment on the much improved quality of her work. This improvement has seemed to blossom like magic, and we feel that the time when Jane begins to sell her work regularly will soon arrive.)

(Remember going to post office. Regular store was closed due to death in family, sign on door said this, and a woman going by so informed me. Decided to go to another store though this would make a longer trip than I had planned. Stood on corner to cross street. Telephone company men working on wires; two men high on pole. One man on road. Somehow the wire dropped, came down, falling maybe two feet from where I stood. I never noticed; it didn’t seem important. Ordinarily I would have jumped.