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(At 2:45 PM Jane tried to read the typed session from yesterday, but couldn’t, in spite of her struggles. I was upset, thinking that if she couldn’t read it would be a great handicap, especially since we’d started up the sessions again. She asked me to read the session to her, saying that she’d try again later to read it.

(Yet she could rotate her arms, one hand circling the other above her belly, in a way that she hadn’t been able to do for, literally, months—years perhaps—certainly since she began going into hospitals. She did it better than she did yesterday, even, moving her hands and forearms around each other quite rapidly. This was a most heartening development, and evidently directly related to the onset of the sessions, and our learning and healing processes.

(Jane also said she likes my word, “dehypnosis,” which I’d mentioned in the last session. I explained what I meant by it. I also went over the two previous sessions in this new batch with her. Her eating had improved considerably also since the sessions began, although I’ve seen indications of this before the sessions started. She finally managed to read portions of yesterday’s session, on a second try. And all the time she kept rotating her arms, like a children’s game. The flexing of the joints in her shoulders was especially noticeable—they moved like they were made of rubber, I told her, and she agreed that they felt fine doing this.

(Even though she said she wanted to try for a session, later in the afternoon, when she started in Jane caught me by surprise. She lay nude on her back, having just finished a cigarette. Her Seth voice wasn’t loud, but it had a lot of quiet energy and a deeper tone that I could feel quite noticeably. We had no interruptions up until first break.)

Now again, that kind of reasoning belongs to the official line of consciousness. (Pause.) That kind of reasoning says that left alone, any condition will worsen. It can be more properly said, however, that the opposite is true. There are millions of cases in which the body has healed itself, and an individual has passed into a disease and out of it without conscious awareness of the situation. When you are fearful you block out possibilities. Instead, Ruburt must open himself to beneficial possibilities, and this session will help in that regard.

Give us a moment. We may return briefly, but if not, do not be discouraged. I am seeking the best rhythm for the sessions.

(4:11. Just as we took our break the routine visits in regard to Jane’s daily vitals began: eye drops, temperature, pulse, blood pressure [120 over 70], taken by LuAnn, Carol, and Lorrie. Jane had a cigarette as the people trooped in and out. The staff was very busy; nobody hung around. I told Jane that if ever we were interrupted during a session not to worry, for I didn’t think anyone would even know what was going on. She agreed. Especially would her glasses help conceal any visual changes accompanying a trance. Jane agreed. Resume at 4:21.)

(No sooner had I made my comments about being interrupted during a Seth session than it happened: Carol knocked on the door then came in. Jane stopped easily in mid-delivery. Carol had a name tag for my wife. Each patient is supposed to have one, according to NY State inspectors who are at the hospital this week.

The reason that Ruburt has been uncomfortable following sessions so far is, again, because he was afraid of hope—but hope is indeed a way to freedom.

Those dreams reactivate Ruburt’s conscious memory of walking normally, and also serve to reawaken nerves and muscles that are connected with normal walking. The dream helps open the door to probabilities. Then—and again, this session will continue at other levels.

(4:29 PM. It was time to turn Jane on her left side, facing the window. She wanted me to read her the session later.

(I read her the prayer at 7:05, after reading today’s session to her, and the inevitable had happened, I thought as I walked down the hall on my way out: Seth had been interrupted and nothing had transpired. Just like with Rembrandt. In the hospital we put up with circumstances that we’d never have even considered at the house.)