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(Our difficulties made themselves known with a vengeance when I pushed Jane into the bathroom in her chair after 10:30 PM: because for the first time, she failed to be able to get up from her seat on the john, and back to her chair as I stood waiting. She tried twice, but her feet and legs just wouldn’t support her, much less navigate well enough for her to walk. She said several times that she was frightened. I couldn’t reach her to help from the other side of the chair, because of our bathroom’s architecture. The ultimate fear had manifested itself, then: Jane was no longer able to maneuver in the bathroom. What now?

(I stood waiting many minutes while Jane struggled to get up. I was speechless once again, hardly able to sort out the thoughts and feelings churning in my head. When Jane finally admitted she couldn’t make it, I went back out to the kitchen to do the dishes and close up the house for the night. The wait hadn’t helped; she still sat waiting on the toilet. I lost my patience and my temper as I stood beside her, threatening to leave her sitting there all night while I went to bed. My own fears left me seeing visions of a drastically changed relationship between us, and a different life-style, one probably considerably less private if she needed nursing care, say, “What are you trying to do to me?” I demanded, and so forth. “Please don’t holler at me now,” Jane said. “Do it later....”

(So this morning, Tuesday, I also carried her to the toilet seat, and once more she was quite relieved. She’d also slept well. We spent most of the morning working with the pendulum, and this seemed to help, and brought us some fresh information. A few of the answers were surprising. We have started a notebook for the pendulum material. I should add that Monday night’s session had actually begun to give us glimmers of hope, and that this buoyed-up feeling had begun to manifest itself this morning, whereas yesterday we’d felt pretty hopeless about the situation. This morning Jane also mentioned that she had the idea of trying to walk with the typing table —something she hasn’t done since last November 16, 1980, by the way—so I got it out. She tried several times to get to her feet; she almost made it, but couldn’t quite. She wants me to get the table for her each day now until she is able to walk with it in the old way. An excellent idea.

Now....

What you want is not a crisis situation, but a therapeutic situation—so change the statements of your thoughts. Your intent now is to create a therapeutic situation. Otherwise, your concentration is upon crisis.

Now some people deal with critical situations, and it is in the nature of their temperament. This would involve many in various categories: they run from one crisis situation to another, using such crises as impetuses. These people often relax completely in between, however. In chronic situations you often have a steady drainage, say, of energy. There are little reserves, in usual terms, now, for such crises.

(8:52.) Now that situation, plus the mental strains of the crisis condition, brought about the present situation. The physical situation will change in any case, and for the better (long pause), but the crisis situation itself helped rearouse Ruburt’s lack of trust. It has often been thought that love-making in some way impairs creativity; in fact, it is highly conducive to all kinds of creative endeavor—a point I want to emphasize.

(9:06 PM. Jane had done well. The family of raccoons in the fireplace behind me had been quite active and sometimes noisy during the session. I told Jane the session was very good, and she sighed with relief. I said it gave me a surge of hope, and that I hoped it would affect her the same way when I read it to her this evening, which I now proceeded to do. She agreed when she’d heard it, though it was more difficult to listen to the session than to read it at leisure.

(It’s the next day as I finish typing the session. The hope continues to manifest itself, and both of us feel much better. I carried Jane in the bathroom last night before bed, and this morning when she got up after 10 AM. Both times worked well. Although I feel a minimal sensation in the back, it has lessened considerably since Seth’s comments about its true origins. Now when I think about the back I remind myself that I can find Jane “as light as a feather.” I anticipate no more problems in that area.

(Frank Longwell visited, and also offered Jane a lot of encouragement as he explained the functions of different muscle groups to her. Seth’s material, and Frank’s, goes a long way toward easing her feelings of fright, for now we see that those feelings represented her—and my—misunderstanding of her own bodily functions as the body ceaselessly tries to right itself.)