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(She ate a rather skimpy lunch. At 2:59, as we talked, she began to speak about being scared and panicky again. Half crying and moaning in no time, arms and hands moving from where I’d propped them up. She did say her panicky feelings had to do with the session about her mother Marie yesterday, and a dream she’d had last night. Very good, I said, but she couldn’t actually pin down the source or subject matter for her panic today. She continued half crying. “Read me — read me yesterday’s session. I don’t know what I’m doing,” she cried, when I asked her if she was thinking about Marie.

(I read her the session at 2:48. Jane was moaning and crying. She didn’t want to hear my notes for the session, or the poem she’d dictated yesterday. I thought it important that she hear the notes, but had no choice except to wait.

(Tearfully, moaning, at 2:58: “I’m going to try, Rob, to have a session. I’ll do the best I can … I don’t know if I can … All right, I’ll try.” Then, teary, with many pauses, eyes open most of the time:)

(Very long pause.) The body’s motion already begins to assert itself. Let him find that motion. Above all, reassure him, and feel its presence. Again, the session should automatically help calm his mind and let the panic dissipate.

(3:03. She was still teary, her voice often choked with emotion. She took the Darvoset to help calm her down. It was raining heavily, just as it had done periodically yesterday afternoon. Reading today’s session, so far, helped. Carla had said last night when she called that Jane was still doing the motions she’d begun yesterday. Now Jane told me a friend had visited earlier. When the motions had started up, Jane had asked her to leave, since she hadn’t wanted to do the motions in front of someone else.

(Jane had a cigarette. I told her it was important that I read her my notes for yesterday’s session, especially those pertaining to her mother. She finally agreed.

(3:14. I read the notes. Then I read the session for July 30 — at Jane’s request — the first in this series regarding her death, the end of The Way Toward Health, and so forth. I tried to put the situation in perspective: “You’re trying to excise your fears of your mother, which in turn led to your being afraid of the world and your own fears of death, ‘cause you carried your idea of protection from the world so far …”

(3:30. “A little more session,” Jane said. Her delivery was much calmer now.)

(I did no typing last night, but typed this session this morning after taking our cat, Billy, around the house on his morning jaunt. The phone rang at 10:25. It was Georgia. She put Jane on. “No big deal,” my wife said, “but I had a crappy night. Would you come down earlier and maybe eat lunch with me?”