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UR1 Section 1: Session 681 February 11, 1974 unpredictability predictable probable atoms massive

The deeper explanations, however, demand a further expansion of ideas of consciousness, and a certain reorientation. It is extremely important that you bear in mind the importance of free will, and the presence of your own identity as you think of it. With that preamble, let me continue then.

(To me:) You died as a young boy in an operation, however, in this life as you think of it. You died again in the war, where you were a pilot — but those are not your official deaths, so you do not recognize them.3

Now: Your beliefs and intents cause you to pick, from an unpredictable group of actions, those that you want to happen. You experience those events. (To me:) “Your” desire to live straddled the death of the child in an operation. The child’s desire to die chose that event. People are as free as atoms are. Give us a moment … In no way could you predict what would happen to the child in that photograph of yourself.6 In no way now can you “predict” what will happen to you now. You can choose to accept as your reality any number of given unpredictable events. In that respect, the choice is yours, but all the events you do not accept occur nevertheless.

(11:21. “I had the feeling of my hair being long and parted in the middle, as though I’ve got some kind of humanoid features; you know, with the hair hanging down on each side of my face, which is something like an animal’s — but with very intelligent eyes, very warm and soft.”8 Jane finally opened her eyes. Her ears still rang, so loudly that she asked me if I heard the same sound. I told her I didn’t. We walked around the room. I made her half a sandwich. “It’s sort of frustrating,” she said. “It’s as though I’m seeing or feeling what I’m capable of at the moment, but I know there’s more there behind that. I can feel it, but I can’t get it out.”

UR1 Appendix 3: (For Session 681) capsule plane massive tissue boundary

[...] She continued to lie quietly on the couch, eyes closed, but in a few minutes told me she’d just been visited by a most strange sensation. [...]

[...] Since she’d been alone on each occasion, she simply forgot to tell me about either one of them.”