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Ruburt should read more in his Maltz book, definitely, and concentrate on achieving relaxation, not only in periods set aside, but in his normal daily hours at work or whatever.

He did very well with his class, not only by holding our session (see the last session, Jane’s first without my presence), but by releasing and vocalizing his deep inner convictions. This helped his students immeasurably. He was helped, for part of himself was another student, listening.

This does not mean he is expected to pretend they do not exist, but he is to give a minimum amount of attention to them. They will completely dissolve that much quicker. What he is doing now is correct. (Pause.) An inner trust is developing. He must avoid being overly concerned on a conscious level.

Your dream was a psychological drama. (See my dream notebook for December 6, 1967.) The water did represent the streak of life. (Pause.) The rocks represented in the past a desire for aloofness. Not only did they lead back to the water, but all other routes along them that you followed were perilous. The water, despite all, was safer than the rocks.

Instead, you tried aloofness but kept intact and with you your abilities and responsibilities. You saw that the course could not be pursued, for all the roads led to involvement with the water. (Pause.) You still did not want to enter in however. It was Ruburt who drew you emotionally into participation.

In the same way that he has lately caught himself tensing his jaw, so has he tensed his neck and shoulder muscles for some time. We want him to be able to recognize tension in the shoulders, as he can now, but could not earlier, recognize the tension in the jaw.

(10:36. Jane was out as usual. During the delivery I had become increasingly sleepy— so much so that at times I had to struggle to keep my eyes open; at times I let them close briefly in relief. I felt as though a trance state might be trying to intrude, rather than being aware of any general weariness. As I wrote, I looked about the room in hopes I might see something unusual— Seth etc., but noticed nothing.

(At break I got up and walked about, explaining how I felt to Jane. I cleared up a little during break, but when Jane resumed at 10:50 I found myself back in the state, fighting to keep my eyes open, etc.)

I will at least counteract some of the muscular tension and dissipate it. The activity itself will encourage him. Fifteen minutes at the least. Some exercises where he can see his own progress. These not to be picked up and dropped, but continued. They need not be the same.

He need not decide, now, whether these be yoga or other exercises. He can do one one day and one another if he chooses— but fifteen minutes minimum of any kind of exercising activity.

(I had felt just as sleepy as before, but had managed to keep writing, although I had a strong urge to merely lay down and sleep. I now did as Seth suggested, feeling a trance on my part was probably involved. If anything I felt a little less tired now, but with my eyes closed tried not to “try” for any effect too hard, less I block it by conscious effort.

(Every so often I deliberately opened my eyes to check on Jane, but she sat quite still. Later she told me she opened her eyes briefly, once, just before 11:07. At first I perceived nothing unusual, and felt my own relaxation wasn’t what it might be. Finally, very briefly but rather clearly, I visioned internally the hanging sculpture sketched below. I knew it was mine. The piece was in cast iron, with a soft mottled black-brown patina, densely conceived, and I liked it very much. It was perhaps two and a half feet high, hanging from a ceiling by a chain.

(I did not feel alarm, but could have been alerted. I suddenly straightened my head up as I sat on the divan and my eyes popped open. I discovered that I was now fully awake and alert— the drowsiness was fully gone.)