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(Today Jane and I were very busy—so busy we were quite late with the session. This morning I typed Saturday night’s session. I finished just in time to eat a bite of lunch before Rusty and Hal returned. Hal demonstrated his massage techniques on me as I lay on the couch, so that I’d know better how to help Jane. They were very effective—so much so that I could have easily fallen asleep; the relaxation I achieved reminded me of the chiropractic treatments I’d had years ago, or of the self-hypnosis effects I used to get any time I had a dental appointment. [I don’t use the hypnosis any more for the dentist, by the way; perhaps a residue lingers, for as soon as I sit in Paul O’Neill’s chair I begin getting very relaxed and sleepy.]

(After Rusty and Hal left we napped, changed dressings, etc., and before we knew it I was hurrying to get supper and do other chores so that we’d have time for a session. Hal and I both had noticed almost a marked improvement in Jane’s condition, especially in her hands, knees and feet. I think the vitamin therapy is helping considerably here, and seems to be following the results listed in Dr. Van Fleet’s book. Jane too is quite pleased. Indeed, her hands look better than they have in probably a couple of years, I’d say; the swelling seems to be largely gone. My idea is that if Jane will continue the vitamin therapy—a term I don’t particularly like—that in a couple of months she might achieve some good results, for as I explained to her, I think the key to curing the decubiti lies in increased mobility, especially in the knees. This will give her more freedom to move in bed.

(After all our hurrying to get supper over with—rather later than usual—we seemed to run out of steam. Jane sat half-dozing at the card table, and I tried to focus on reading some of last week’s mail. She surprised me at about 9:15 by saying she might try for a session, since by then I’d thought it too late. She said she was doing the same thing she did last night before that session: getting scared, lapsing, while at the same time she tried to get comfortable on her backside. We waited and waited. Then, in a voice quite strong and firm, but with many pauses:)

(10:09 PM. “There were long periods, weren’t there?” Jane asked as soon as she was out of it, meaning that she had been aware of the numerous long pauses in her delivery. “When I saw what time it was, I almost didn’t want to do it—but I still wanted to try, no matter what.” Now she was wide awake and alert, much more at ease and talking rapidly.

(The drainage from the elbow had been sticking up her blouse. Last week a rather mild infection had developed in the open area that had been infected last August. I’d gotten her prescription for E-Mycin refilled as soon as Jane’s nurse had pointed out the reinfection, but Jane hasn’t been taking it faithfully, three times a day, as she should. Of course her body has largely kept the infection under control; actually the elbow looks much better. On at least a couple of days she didn’t take the antibiotic at all. I think the medication would also help the ulcer on her right heel.

(“Right,” Jane said. She paused. Then: “Wait a minute.” And I knew she was going back into the session. This time her Seth voice was even more forceful and confident, and she took fewer pauses.

Neither of you had much experience of a particular nature in dealing with the medical aspects of the world. To some extent your own do-it-yourself attitudes kept you from such experience, and as long as Ruburt lacked it, and as long as you lacked it (with much more emphasis than I’d heard Jane use as Seth in a long time), you would both still have doubts about the nature of our own work as applied to such matters—and this goes beyond the confines of our work in ways I will try to clear later.

(10:21 PM. “I didn’t give a shit,” Jane said, coming out of trance. “I was determined to get something out of it....”

(“You were much more forceful, loud, and fast,” I said approvingly. “That was good.” I explained that I’d included material in my intro for Dreams that echoed Seth’s comments here as to why we became involved in the medical arena. But Jane said she didn’t remember it—certainly that she hadn’t interpreted it that way.

(I must admit that the moving idea—to Sayre, as Jane has been mentioning lately—hadn’t occurred to me. It will be a hassle. My first thought is obvious, I suppose: The time it will take. I love the way wildlife abounds in the area of the hill house. This attribute is one that I never even thought of in the past, when I’d remark that I wished we’d never left Sayre, and so forth. I think that my appreciation of wildlife has grown considerably since we’ve encountered so much trouble physically in our own lives: the sheer ability to move with nature’s grace and skill has gradually become very important, and to me the animals express this quality perfectly: the ‘coons, the deer, the dogs, cats, rabbits, mice, chipmunks; the birds, and yes, even the insects....)