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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.

(At the same time, I was discouraged by the reading thing, although I felt it was connected to Jane’s right leg troubles—the break and the drainage. She’d told me today when I got there at noon that a second drainage spot had opened up on the leg wound, underneath, and that it too was draining. I’d noticed a different type of bandage on her leg. I hoped the second spot marked an effort on the body’s part to increase its speed of healing, and told her this.

(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.

(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.)

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.

(“How about his dream last night, in which he was walking?”)

(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.

(From my own notes as the afternoon progressed: Seth’s material on Jane’s dreams was just what I hoped it would be—another sign that her body is awakening, and that it knows what to do and how to do it. I felt great that we were making obvious progress. “If I get improvements this time, I’ll never let them go like I used to do,” Jane said vehemently.

(We ate supper after I took a nap. Her improvements kept up in rather spectacular fashion—for after supper she was able to rotate and flex her arms and shoulders even better than before. Once again, it was strange indeed to see my wife able to move her body in such a free fashion. Each time she’d rotated her arms this afternoon, she’d done it better than the time before, I told her. I tried to encourage her all I could. I felt surges of hope, and I could tell that she was pleased too.

(“But don’t bother telling anyone—doctors or anybody else—about any of this,” I said. I was trying to avoid both disappointment and unnecessary confrontations. If her changes keep on, they’ll soon become obvious to all. It’ll be interesting to follow that course of development, I commented. I couldn’t wait. My faith in the body’s innate abilities was reinforced. I had a thousand questions and things to say—but all in good time. “I wonder what we’ll have to show tomorrow?” I asked Jane as I made ready to leave.