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As with so many instances, these weren’t esoteric startling visions, but a kind of in-between event, difficult to identify, or one like the following, that was second-handed. [...] Rob grinned when he saw him; John had been here twice before (once a year), he was good-humored, good-looking, eager, healthy and strong. He was engaging, and knew it. We talked to him for an hour (while, alas, dinner got cold), but he was one of those people pleasantly gifted in a variety of fields who hadn’t yet settled down to concentrate on the development of any one or two abilities in particular. He was like some kid admiring a box of chocolates; each piece representing one of his own talents, wondering which piece to nibble on first. [...]
There were several other themes floating about our lives … Sue Watkins’ new book Conversations with Seth about my E.S.P. classes was to appear in the fall. A vague uneasiness was growing in my mind: It seemed that Prentice-Hall was taking unusually long to officially clear The God of Jane and Seth’s The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events. [...] In the meantime the pesty fleas continued their household tyranny and all of this was somehow wrapped around a ribbon of excitement as we watched the Democrats and Republicans battle on the news just before we left for our respective work rooms.
[...] No wonder — he’d met her at a bar the first time he was in town. [...] She was walking on the sidewalk, and sure enough, it was the same girl I’d met at a bar during my first trip to Elmira. [...]
[...] “Though I should stay in one,” I said, “because I was more comfortable than I’ve been all day.” [...] Returning to my usual state of consciousness I was instantly hot again.
[...] I couldn’t remember what I’d said as Seth — and I wasn’t sure if I knew what magic was — or wasn’t — But I knew that the night was … magical, alive with its own natural ceremonies. [...]
I began writing more and more poetry, quite caught up with many of the ideas that Seth was discussing. [...] Sometimes I thought that if Rob said it was a terrific day just one more time, I’d scream.
Our next scheduled Seth session was for the following Monday — another day high in the 90s, and I found myself anticipatory and hopeful: Would Seth discuss some of those issues? I felt again that an entire new “package” of session material was coming our way — and I wanted to be able to put it to practical use. [...]
