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wheelchair
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(“Some of which was great and some that I didn’t like ... The eye thing was like a tunnel and I went through it, through matter. It wasn’t as great as the time I went through the house next door, but this tunnel was very long and I went into another universe. I was floating and flying among stars and lights. Then I came down and there was this big body there. [...] It was naked; like a transparent body because I could see the veins and nerves in it....”
(“I made some connection between that wheelchair and this rocker, thinking it was a wheelchair, and that big portrait you painted of the patient in a wheelchair in the county hospital where your father was,” she said. [...] I got nervous when I saw the great big thing was in the wheelchair, but I decided to go through with it whether it was me or not. [...]
[...] The music from above was louder than ever, but she seemed to be oblivious to it. [...] “I forgot: my head went up through the roof and I guess I was a giant walking over the earth. Then I was walking slower, and finally I was walking under water....” [...]
[...] Our apartment was quite chilly in actuality, as it has often been since the June flood; both of us had been cold all day. Now Jane was warm and more relaxed than usual. [...] Jane told me later that after I left she began to get very strong feelings that the phone was going to ring, with some exceptionally good news for us. [...]
[...] Then I was racing up a flight of stairs. Then I was in the chair again, only now it was like a wheelchair. [...]
[...] There was a little more to the session after we thought it was over, and I made notes about what was said without using verbatim quotes. [...]
[...] At 8:45 she came over to the living room for a session; I was still working. [...] At the same time she was waiting for the phone to ring. [...]
(While I was getting set to take notes, Jane said she felt her subjective legs “going around in circles.” [...]
[...] Then I was behind my head. [...]
(“Next I was running like a kid. [...]
