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(It was easy to turn Jane on her back after I got to 330 at 1:05, and she ate an excellent lunch. She’d also eaten well for breakfast.

(3:05. Jane began to read yesterday’s session—and did very well indeed, even better than she’d done yesterday and the day before that. She read right along, smoothly and seemingly with little effort. Actually, I was amazed. I doubt if I could have read aloud any faster. “I’m doing my best yet,” she said, surprised and pleased. Indeed she was. I told her her reading was easily the best she’s done since coming into the hospital—and even before, at the house, though she questioned the house part of my enthusiastic statement. But she did well indeed.

(At 3:25 Jane suggested I get my paper and pen out for a session. She began to move her left arm and hand quite freely. Then, as she grunted and groaned, the motion traveled down her body to her knees and toes. Quite obviously, her hips and legs moved.

(3:36. Suddenly Jane began to rotate her right arm in concert with lifting her head and neck off the bod—seemingly as fast as could be done. Once again she gave me the feeling that she—her body—was practicing control and coordination. This was all a good workout in itself. She made strange grunting sounds with her efforts, and almost violent motions.

(3:46. At her request I rubbed Jane’s “spot” on the back of her neck. Her head began to jump back and forth again very rapidly. Then I searched for a second spot on the top of her head—and when I found it with my middle finger Jane’s head suddenly began to jerk very rapidly from side to side. She cried out, disoriented with the quickness of the motion. I couldn’t tell whether her eyes were open or closed—nor could she when I asked her later. At the same time her feet began to move in a distinct rhythm with the sideways head movements. All very fast.

(4:06. Jane had a cigarette. She still felt the aftereffects of her head motion. “It must be you wanted to work on the head today,” I said. “Or the body does—that’s what I really mean,” Jane said even her jaw felt loose. She also said she didn’t feel any soreness in her muscles the next day, say, after she’d begun using it.

(4:10. After her cigarette Jane began to groan and writhe on the bed, her head, torso, legs and feet all moving. Even her eye muscles moved, she said. The performance didn’t last long, but she seemed to expend a lot of effort in the motions. “What the hell was I doing?” she asked, surprised.

(4:20. Jane took a little rest, and asked me if I had my writing stuff ready. Then:)

(4:28. I laughed as Jane came out of trance. When she asked what it was all about I said, “I’ll bet that when you get your motion back you’ll be a terror, won’t you?”

(4:55. I turned her on her side and massaged her parts with Oil of Olay. She did well. I took a nap until 5:40. Jane ate very well, as she has been doing.

(7:14. “It’s me,” Jane said. Then:)

(7:15. “It’s me.” Jane had a cigarette. Her right wrist and arm kept on “doing stuff” as she smoked. Then at 7:22:)

(“It seems to me that when I have a session like that I get real hot,” Jane said. I wondered if her body became more active at such times. “Flushing itself out, maybe,” she said.)