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(At our usual supper hour of 5 PM, I thought I noticed Jane quieter than usual. Jane said she became aware of her mood shortly after the meal. At first I thought she was tired and simply didn’t want a session, after the intense weekend we had just spent with Tam Mossman, from Prentice-Hall. As the evening progressed I changed my mind.

(Jane didn’t see or hear anything different, yet felt that the kitchen, living room, and the studio seemed different somehow. As we sat in the living room, which was very clean and neat, and well lit now since darkness was falling, Jane said she felt a sort of pyramid or cone effect, directed at me as I sat across the room from her in the rocker.

(The colors in the room by now seemed very brilliant to Jane—pulsating. She didn’t necessarily feel Seth around, but could have held a session, she said. The top of her head “felt funny” to her. Now the eyes in the oil head I recently finished of the discarnate artist, Van Elver, seemed alive to her; the portrait hangs on a bookcase wall in our living room. Jane again walked through the apartment. Looking out at the kitchen from the studio, she said the path to the kitchen looked like a “charged pathway” to her.

(At l0:15, Jane decided to try giving impressions. I was quite bleary. Jane didn’t want to close her eyes, but she did, and waited.

(Eyes still closed, face streaked with tears, Jane whispered, “I’m trying to control it...” Her breathing quieted as I talked to her. I thought of shaking her out of trance, but didn’t know whether to or not. Jane sat quietly through a long pause, then muttered: “Cracked glass ... windshield. I don’t know where I am now. I’m in the driver’s seat ... Whoever was on the other side of the car is gone.” [Pause.] “It’s very quiet ... Maybe nobody find—maybe nobody find us ...” she whispered. Each time I thought she might be coming out of it while quiet, Jane would then go back into the experience.

(Jane thought she had been thinking about a Tam or a Cam, which of course apply to Tam Mossman or Bill Macdonnel. She didn’t see either man. Jane thought she was the girl, rather than an observer. She had been driving; someone beside her had been thrown out of the car on the floor. It had been a direct emotional experience for Jane.

(Was the girl who was driving, and whom Jane entered or replaced injured? Jane couldn’t tell although her arms hurt. Jane couldn’t tell whether the girl’s eyes were open, and she didn’t know if Bill M. was there. Jane said she was Maisie, worried about Evelyn.

(Jane was not sure if her experience was contemporary. She never saw another car. She didn’t feel the collision. When she yelled out about the brakes she was terrified; she thinks she got scared at this point and pulled back. I told her, several times, not to go back into the experience as I asked questions. I also repeated that I’d not ask any questions if she so chose. Each time we discussed this point, it seemed to lead automatically to more questions, and so the interview after the experience continued as represented in these notes.

(Jane didn’t see any buildings in the accident location, no lighted windows at night. But she did see the lighted police cars, etc., already described.