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(It was still raining when I got to 330 this afternoon; it had rained all of last night and this morning. Temperature around 35 degrees. Jane was in good shape, and ate a good lunch. I told her I had a question for her, and she said she had one for Seth.

(I thought I heard Teresa [help me, help me], sounding as though through closed doors. Jane said Teresa “was really going last night.”

(Then she said that off and on for a couple of hours last night she got very blue—awful, she said —crying and calling for me. This was before midnight. Then she was fine, and slept well. Actually she didn’t elaborate very much on the episode. I thought her spell might fit in with Seth’s recent material that her blue periods would gradually vent themselves away.

I wanted to comment also on his period of blueness, since it certainly was unsettling to him. It was in its own way therapeutic: he was releasing old tensions that had been stored up, and they required that kind of fairly explosive release. There were other people in a blue mood on his floor, also. He let himself become partially influenced by their moods, then used that to release old tensions—tensions that earlier, you see, had lodged in muscles and bones.

(4:00 PM. We’d had no interruptions. I read the session to Jane. “That session could be quite significant,” I said. I was also puzzled. I asked Jane if Seth’s use of the word “explosive” was apropos, and she said it pretty well was. This made me realize that the episode had been much stronger and longer-lasting than I’d thought.

(Debbie had left at 9:00. Shortly after that Cathy and another girl came in and turned Jane on her side. The blue period started after that. Jane said she really cried out loud—calling my name out to help her get well, and so forth. This went on for some time. Cathy came in once and asked her what the trouble was. “I need to give myself a good kick in the ass,” Jane replied, and asked Cathy to turn her back on her back. The crying went on after that, too, but then, before midnight, Jane said, the period of blueness was gone. She slept well after that: “Yeah, I woke up this morning and my mood was fine—I spontaneously felt good. I decided I’d better keep track of the times I spontaneously feel good....”

(4:15. A young male nurse or aide came in to take Jane’s temperature and pulse. I said hello in a sort of surprised voice. Jane laughed after he’d left. “That kid was so shocked to see me naked that when he took my pulse I could feel his pulse going bumpity-bumpity-bump....”

(4:20. Lynne came in to take Jane’s blood pressure. Jane said she was the one who’d told her when she first was assigned to 330 that when Jane was transferred, other people wouldn’t have time to give her a smoke, etc.

(4:38. “I thought Seth would come back,” Jane said, “but it’s getting late.” I told her I was ready at any time. Resume the session at 4:45.)

(4:47 PM. It was practically dark outside the window. I could see that rain was still falling, as it had all afternoon. It slanted past the nearby streetlight.

(I told Jane that it was most interesting, the way Seth had said she drew upon the feelings of others upon her floor last night. Not only was telepathy involved, then. I wondered how often the same thing happened in hospitals. It must go on all the time—and in other places where people gather, for others reasons, also. It would certainly be a practical use of such psychic abilities, I thought.

(And Jane, now I’ll tell you that as you had a crying spell last night—so have I at various times since you went into the hospital last April. I remember that once I woke up in bed, after midnight, and burst into tears as I thought about you. The spell must have lasted for at least half an hour; it went on and on. Other times I would suddenly begin crying as I ate breakfast, or heard a familiar song on television, or sat at my typewriter working on Dreams. I always knew that these episodes were therapeutic. They began to taper off after you resumed the sessions in early October, and I haven’t had one now—not outright crying—for several weeks. But for a long time—months—I lived with tears just beneath the surface, you might say, as I wondered what was going to happen to us, why you were so sick, what we’d done wrong all those years, and so forth. I learned to live with those feelings, but it was a different kind of life than I’d ever known. For a long while I was resigned to them.

(I dehypnotized Jane as usual with Oil of Olay before taking my nap. She ate a good supper, and I left at 7:05 after reading the prayer with her. The door to the medical arts building was locked, so I couldn’t use that as shelter on my way to the car, which was parked farther away from my usual spot than it usually is. So I had to circle around to it in the pouring rain, and got fairly wet before I reached it. I changed clothes when I got home, before cooking supper. It’s 10:00 PM as I type this last line.)