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DELETED SESSION

(We’d wanted to read over some of the late sessions today, but didn’t do it. The time seemed to fly by. Jane slept until about 10:30. She hadn’t done badly, and I’d rubbed her legs before we slept. She had some right leg sensations—strong enough to notice but not nearly as strong as before, and she’s had them “off and on all day, particularly in the knee and lower leg. I haven’t had any feeling there for I don’t know how long.” She’d maneuvered somewhat better in the bathroom this morning, and said her right hip worked well.

(All of these signs are good ones, of course, and we hope they continue. These sessions have surely helped, as I’ve been hoping they would.

(This afternoon I mowed some grass out front as soon as it stopped raining, then typed last night’s session, almost finishing it. I did complete it after supper. Jane didn’t feel like reading and discussing sessions, though, so we decided to have one tonight and perhaps do some reading tomorrow.)

As you read this group of sessions, the idea is in no way to accuse the Sinful Self. It is instead to understand it, its needs and motives, and to communicate the idea that it was sold a bad bill of goods in childhood—scared out of its wits, maligned.

(Long pause.) It should be made a party to the process, then, very definitely, for it is its transformation and understanding that you seek. I will shortly give you a very, very brief collection of suggestions that you can read following each reading session of your own, to clear the air.

This will indeed be a brief session, but I did want to give it to you before you seriously began studying this group. Do you want to ask a question?

I made those points clear in a recent session, and they are important.

End of session.

(9:15 PM. “Well. I’m glad I had it,” Jane said. Note that Seth began commenting right away on the notes I’d written at the end of the last [yesterday’s] session, about my unfriendly feelings toward the Sinful Self at this time. In the session he also touched upon several other points I’d raised very recently, including the nature of Jane’s symptoms.

(It had rained hard after supper, but slackened as session time drew close. As I turned on a couple of additional lights in the living room, to see to write by, our friends in the fireplace began to sound off —adding a new sort of whistling or crying sound—and Jane made what may be a good point: light may leak past the closed damper enough that the raccoons respond to that stimulus. But they became much more quiet as the session progressed.)