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“A sound effect was involved here that was unique for me — doubly so, actually. First, until now my internal perceptions have staged themselves like old silent films; second, the sound itself was quite unusual: The clustered troops on the ground were emitting a low rhythmic chanting or wailing. This was no happy occasion. This sound, rising and falling in such mournful cadences, was unintelligible to me.

2. As he or she has probably done while going over some of the other notes for “Unknown” Reality, the reader might wonder why we don’t just ask Seth to comment upon a point of interest as soon as it happens. Not as convenient as it sounds, however: The next scheduled session may lie several days ahead; book dictation always comes first when Seth does speak, and at session’s end it may be too late for “extra” questions, or we may be tired; even though any given event is interesting, it can easily be pushed out of immediate awareness by succeeding ones that are equally intriguing. Before we know it, often, our best chance to ask about a certain happening has passed. We may not return to it for some time; even years can pass in the interim.

Now, the session in the last class (see Note 3) was a combination of the most sophisticated and the most primitive, for the English words, in your terms, are understood by the proud intellect that rises above the shoulders so securely. Yet the sounds upon which those words ride are far more sophisticated than the language of which you are all so proud. For they are indeed the sounds of insects through the centuries, of stars swirling through the universe, of the blood pounding through your veins.

Now, listen to a portion of last Tuesday’s class session and follow it with the transcript. See what your mind learns from the words. See what you learn that is not in the words. Hear, again, because several of you liked those sounds so well, the insects creeping across the forests of Europe and Africa. But hear also the voices of acknowledgment of your living cells as they grope and grow in the sacred continents of your own physical beings. See the oneness, and the ancient newness that is never repeated!