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(No session was held yesterday. I didn’t get to 330 until after 2:00 PM because I had a dental appointment; and from then on we were so busy the time passed like a breeze. I would like to summarize yesterday’s events, though, because they contain some extremely important points that we don’t want to lose track of.

(2:25. After having a cigarette after lunch, Jane started reading the session for November 20, since I hadn’t typed up any notes yet for yesterday’s events. She was disappointed at this, since she knew yesterday’s events had been significant, and she wanted to read about them. Jane has read the session before, of course, but she read it once more and did very well indeed, as good as she had the first time, saying the type was very clear and bright at times. Her reading has been consistently far better than it used to be, even when she has a comparatively rough time with it.

(2:43. Next, I had her reread the session for November 19—last Saturday. And she did it easily—as good as she’s ever done, she said. I agreed. “ A couple of times the type got really clear.” Good signs, of course, but we don’t take them for granted. Not yet.

(3:15. I began reading the recent sessions to her.

(3:30. Jane suggested she could have a session, then would try for some exercises. Earlier in the afternoon I’d described my very vivid dream of last night, and asked that Seth comment on it if he came through: I’d found myself in a large studio, painting like mad on large canvases. Like Rembrandt had, I was painting portraits and full-figure compositions on very large canvases—even over ten feet square, say. My brush moved over the surface, modeling heads and likenesses, and ideas, with amazing facility. I reveled in my power and ability. I knew I’d attained this great freedom after years of being too cautious and inhibited. I’d broken free and was now enjoying marvelous and penetrating creativity. At last I knew what it was like to be a great painter, and I loved it. At least some of the portraits reminded me of Rembrandt’s work, in the dream.

(Two minutes later, at 3:32. Jane began the session.)

Ruburt’s books, of course, “came through” in the same fashion as do these sessions, for they follow the inclines of nature—that inner nature upon which the exterior world depends.

(3:55 PM. “Wait a second,” Jane said, “and then you can read that to me. But before you do, there’s one spot on my neck I want you to touch.” When I did, her head suddenly began bouncing back and forth on her pillow and my hand. Then I read her the session since break.