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(The session was held in our living room again, and traffic noise was not a problem, nor were there any interruptions. The five of us sat in a circle, with Jane in her favorite Kennedy rocker. Jane said she preferred the circle arrangement, rather than having us scattered about the room. As it turned out her idea was a good one.

(Lorraine is an expert at shorthand, whereas Peg and I use an abbreviated longhand. The session was an extremely fast one, and I finally had to ask Jane to slow down her delivery. She began her delivery with her eyes closed, but she spoke in a rather strong voice and in a very active manner. Much of the time she leaned forward in the rocker, her elbows on her knees, her hands clasped. She used many gestures and few pauses.)

We have here this evening, also, Marleno, who when she arrived was troubled with a stiff neck. Now here we see a temporary distortion, not an organic one. You can see however how such a temporary distortion could become, under certain conditions (that do not operate in your case) permanent.

(Jane’s delivery had been fast, almost too fast for comfort, although Lorraine had no trouble keeping up with her shorthand. I asked my wife to slow down a bit. Her eyes had been closed for most of the delivery, and they were closed during a good part of the next one. She resumed at a fast pace and in a strong voice at 10:05.)

Through dreams the self communicates with the self, and with all layers of the self. For the self is not one concrete thing. The self has no boundaries, the self is not limited. Consciousness is the direction in which the self looks, again, but the ego is not aware of the whole self. The ego is not even familiar with the context or the meaning of your own dreams.

(Jane grew up in an Irish neighborhood in Saratoga Springs, NY, and Father Trainor was an Irish priest of the old school. He exerted considerable influence on Jane in her formative years. His girth was extensive, and he read poetry to Jane and her mother, Marie, every Sunday after dinner, with a booming voice and a dramatic flourish. Jane herself is one-quarter Irish, although as she has often said, she grew up thinking she was Irish, period.