“February 26, 1974. Since the first session on Seth’s book (the 679th) was held — and before we knew it was a book — I’ve been getting material on it in my sleep after each session. I’ve also done this on a few nights when sessions weren’t held. Last night was different in some way, though now I remember hardly anything. I just know I ‘woke myself up,’ saying rather angrily, ‘My consciousness just can’t handle … this stuff … this way,’ or something like that. I’m sure about the first part of that sentence but not about the last part. The material was on probabilities. I think I saw some of it written down — was I writing it? Anyway, I was getting too much of it at once. I didn’t know … where to put it … or how to express it with my kind of consciousness.

“February 26, 1974. I’m getting something like this … that data comes through to us multidimensionally, then is sifted through neural connections, where it’s transformed into time-segmentation or strung-out experience. Next it flows into our probable (physical) reality (which itself changes all the ‘time.’) We inherently possess separate pockets or pools of experience (biologically valid among the cells’ characteristics), sidepools where information collects for processing before flowing into the ‘official pool of consciousness.’

“February 26, 1974. At Rob’s request this morning I wrote a statement about my experience in the sleep state last night. Today, Tuesday, is my ESP class day, which means that I have a little less time for my writing, so after giving Rob the small description I intended to type a chapter of Adventures in Consciousness.⁴ I’d lost some writing time lately because of business matters, and because I was trying to catch up on the mail, so I was particularly concerned about getting back to Adventures.

FEBRUARY 25, 1974
9:51 P.M. MONDAY