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(The session did begin in a new way. At 9 PM Jane was sitting opposite me at our living room table, where I take my notes. She took off her glasses as usual, but instead of rising to begin pacing about the room she remained seated. Her eyes were closed, and remained closed whenever she delivered material throughout the evening. Her voice was normal, her delivery rather rapid but with pauses. For the most part she sat with one leg drawn up, an arm resting upon the knee, her hand to her head as though propping it up. She held a lighted cigarette in the other hand.

(Jane still sat opposite me, her eyes closed. Her delivery was easily heard, yet more halting in manner than usual. Her eyes were still closed. Her cigarette had now burned down, and to put it out she groped about for the ashtray on the table, as she talked.)

The pacing back and forth has always been a symbol and a manifestation of his insistence that he stay on his feet, this of course relating to his invalid mother; also a manifestation of control on his part as far as the sessions are concerned. Nor is he now relinquishing control. He is merely shifting focus from one level to another, and allowing me to speak in this manner, because he now realizes that I am no threat to any portion of his individuality as a self.

(I gave this answer almost as a matter of routine. It is now quite a few days later as I type this material, and Jane and I have had time to think it over. She has not shown outright opposition to experimenting, but from various remarks of hers I know she is still not enthusiastic about giving up any of the props she has become accustomed to—the pacing, the open eyes, etc. This is quite understandable. Jane’s hesitancy here reminds me of her hesitancy in the beginning sessions, when it early became apparent that she was receiving the answers to questions mentally, even though we were using the Ouija board. She did not want to dispense with the board for some time.

(Jane’s delivery of the above material had been somewhat slow and hesitant, but clear. It gave me the feeling of being uneven, but I note that the typewritten copy reads as well as any of the other material. Her head was down much of the time, as though she might fall asleep. Her voice did not lose volume. She appeared to be restless now, shifting about on her chair. Some of the pauses between phrases were indeed quite long.)

There will be varieties of adjustment; this also is to be expected. In the long run this procedure will take less out of Ruburt, and we of course will not exceed our usual regularity. Since we are trying something new I do not know how far we shall proceed this evening, for I do not press for quick, but press for thorough and safe progress. And even now, woe to me if I make a wrong move, for Ruburt would most certainly rise up in arms.

Ruburt’s idea of writing down his daily predictions is an excellent one, and will help him develop his abilities. Within a short time Ruburt will give me more freedom, I believe. That is, he will, I hope, allow me to speak with more freedom.

(December 28, Monday, 11:30 AM: I saw a pair of eyes close to me, looking straight at me. They were moist and very dark, wet but not soft. They were not human eyes, yet did not appear to be animal either.

(December 30, Wednesday, 11:30 AM: Voices were in conversation with me. I believe they were people I know. I could not retain what was said. I think Dick Roberts, editor at Dell, said something about going to California for a publishing firm. Yet now I am not sure.)