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(In the first one, after lying quietly for some time, and approaching the necessary state [close to sleep yet not asleep, but unaware of my body lying on the bed], I saw myself; I was at a public swimming pool in the summertime, although I saw no one else. [...] Evidently I wore a bathing suit, but it was obscured by the towel, and I could not see its color. [...]

(Note that in first experience I saw similar location [later, in Watkins Glen, NY] but did not participate actively—that is, I did not swim. In the second, the location was different, but I heard the calling voice. [...]

[...] By then the sensation had receded a bit, but I obtained a measurement of 2 ½” for [...]

[...] But once Seth mentioned them they seemed most obvious. [...]

“But as I think the word is interpreted, I’m not a mystic. In usual terms the state implies a far greater compassion and goodness than I possess; an inner graciousness that I sense but rarely achieve; and a patience with people that I lack. [...] These are the Christian versions; but a certain fanaticism often goes with them that I would find most distasteful. Some forms of Zen extoll the virtues of good rambunctious humor, which I favor, but then ideas of renunciation clutter up both Eastern and Western mystic philosophies, as far as I know …

[...] He felt strongly but could not explain. In his solitary nature he came close to being a mystic, but he was unable to relate his personality as Joseph Burdo with the social world at large, or even to other members of the family. [...] But to him, nature did not include his fellow human beings. [...]

[...] The notes may have their own kind of order, but unlike most appendix material aren’t presented in a chronological sequence. [...]

(I’m not interested in knocking our technology, however, but in pointing out coexisting inner factors that I’m sure are just as important. [...]

[...] For some reason I felt at the time that she did not want to explore too deep a state this evening; but events proved me mistaken here. Jane resumed in the same manner, but with her eyes closed, at 10:00.)

[...] Jane appeared undisturbed as Seth, but I asked her to wait. [...] Jane herself remained in trance for a few minutes but then came out by the time I hung up at 10:20.

(The second effect did produce a little alarm when it began, but she mentally told Seth to go ahead. [...] In the second effect, Jane said she felt a distinct trembling in her chin as it was lowered against her chest, but Peg and I hadn’t observed this. [...]

[...] It should be noted here that the dream book was rejected last week by the first publisher to see it, Doubleday; but oddly enough Jane feels the idea was at least partly sparked, for the new book, by this rejection.)

[...] But the soul has peepholes. She cannot see but she sees. [...] She saw the future but she could only live in the past. Now she seeks release from the present, but she must now work hard for what once came easily. [...]

Not favorite word at all, but I don’t dare forfet it. Insist on quality but don’t be so smug, Joseph.

They are what I am, but I will be more.

[...] I watch it but I leave it alone.

[...] Jane and I did not think of negative in connection with the word no, for instance, but in relation to pictures or visual images. [...] But also, negative, meaning pictures, is called to mind because Wendell’s letter deals with a group of artists who worked together in a studio, drawing comic strips, in 1941-3. In addition I personally have a studio here in the apartment, and the envelope used as object was kept in this studio. [...]

(“The photograph connection is strong [pause] but I do not believe the item is this precisely.” [...] Tonight’s object of course is not a picture or photo, but an envelope that contained a letter about people who make pictures. [...]

[...] Jane had seen the envelope in a casual way upon its arrival here last May, but not since then.

[...] The reptilian images do not represent maturity nor immaturity, but are simply designations natural to a particular level of cellular consciousness.

The personality itself is not only independent of space and time, but uses the illusions that result for its own purposes. All things are related, but they do not act in a certain way because the planets were such-and-such at your birth. There is a relationship, but it is not causal.

[...] Interpretations based upon the charts then will make more sense to those who have chosen the same probable birth circumstances — but they will be of no value to those who were born at the same time, in your terms, but who follow a different order of probabilities.³

The shoot does not simply react to the direction from which the sun shines, but senses this far before, and the seed sensitizes itself “ahead of time” to those conditions. [...] The trigger is not the sun’s direction on its own, but the plant’s innate knowledge of that direction. [...]

[...] After 10:19: “To the extent that you are open and receptive, you can benefit greatly by the various experiences of your probable selves … often what seems to you to be an inspiration is a thought experienced but not actualized on the part of another self … Ideas that you have entertained and not used may be picked up in this same manner by other probable you’s. Each of these probable selves considers itself the real you, of course, and to any one of them you would be the probable self; but through the inner senses each of you are aware of your part in this gestalt.”

[...] You can like it or not, but buy what I am selling.” But he believes in what he is selling.

As we mentioned in our last session, the personality cannot be considered alone, but it must be thought of in its relationship to action and to all those aspects of reality of which it is a part.

[...] But one of our salesman has an ulcer and the other man does not. [...]

[...] But their reactions are entirely different, and Philip’s past life experiences prepared him for the nature of his present occupation, where he is dealing with medicinal matters.

[...] I do not overtly speak out against men who have no imagination, and little concept of any reality but their own. But if we work together, I will reserve for myself the privilege of saying to them what I choose. [...] But if they will deal with me, so shall I deal with them.

We are dealing with inherent abilities of human personality, whether or not the personality is focused within physical matter, but I am indeed aware of the difficulties which shall be encountered. [...] I have some difficulties with Ruburt’s own rather stubborn attitude at times; but we must also take this into consideration, and so we shall.

[...] But for entirely different reasons Dr. Rhine also gets too involved, and the end result is the same... we can get effects, but the laboratory atmosphere will not help us.

[...] This upset Jane briefly but she recovered well. [...]

Those vital but minute areas are now being taken care of. They are minute only in that their improvement does not specifically show, but they are pivot points upon which important areas are dependent. They are far more important than, for example, it seems good to Ruburt but hardly of great significance that the toe areas have more feeling—but this means that the circulatory system is vastly improved. [...]

[...] This may be momentarily disturbing simply because he wants to sleep through—but the body is roused on purpose. [...]

[...] The body, however, in its own wisdom brings about overall adjustments that then become specifically apparent, and these are often minute—but vital.

[...] But do not minimize those very necessary improvements that are daily occurring.

[...] As it is, Prentice-Hall is now applying earnings from the paperback Politics against the hardcover losses—a method Tam says is common in the trade, but which I think is ethically dishonest, to say the least. [...] But still, it costs us. [...]

[...] I’m personally quite willing to let the chips fall where they may, to coin a phrase, but I’m not at all sure that Jane will agree to go along. [...] But we’ll see. [...]

[...] We saw at once that the book had been rather drastically cut—not only my own notes, which contain excerpts from Seth material at times—but Seth’s material itself. [...]

[...] We definitely know we’ve been taken advantage of, but basically feel it is Prentice-Hall’s fault for not checking the work in progress.

[...] This is not to say that such planes or fields of actuality cannot in some manner be perceived, but they will escape physical perception or exploration. In dreams, when the self is somewhat free from camouflage, perhaps it is possible for the self then to travel spontaneously into such fields of actuality; but since they are as bizarre to the self as is the dream world itself, then there is no way, usually, for the sleeper to distinguish between the universe of dreams or other actualities.

It is not understood that this connection exists, but metabolism is to some degree influenced by the physical organism’s dream connection. The physical organism is not only open to, but to some extent influenced by, many more areas of actuality than is supposed; and its survival is determined by a large variety of factors as yet hardly considered possible by your scientists or doctors.

Ruburt may feel betwixt and between, as indeed at times he is, but only occasionally. [...]

[...] From my position they appeared to be closed, but from the confident manner in which she moved about the room I thought she could see a little at least.)

[...] At 4:12 she began reading yesterday’s session—holding it upright by herself with both hands again—but she didn’t read very well. [...] I hadn’t thought we’d manage to have a session today, the way things were going, but even though it was getting late. [...]

[...] Pete ended up getting mad at him—for Fred contradicted himself by saying that Jane required acute care, but that all the other facilities in town said they rejected her for that very reason. I don’t know whether I’m correct in this interpretation or not, but Pete said Fred was evidently trying to protect himself. [...]

[...] But what I want Pete to do is to thoroughly familiarize himself with all facets of our “case,” so that we can then make some intelligent decisions. I didn’t even tell Pete that, but will probably end up doing so. [...]

[...] I suppose both sides scored points, or exchanged information, but I told them we weren’t signing any admission papers. [...]

[...] I reminded her this morning to write an account of the experience, but the after effects, plus new healing sensations, were so strong that she couldn’t concentrate enough to do the job; she wrote but a paragraph or two.

[...] You cannot help but be yourself. [...] You cannot help but be yourself, then.

[...] The psyche deals with probable events, however, so some events — perhaps some that you dreamed of but did not materialize — are quite real to the psyche. They are far more real to it than most innocuous but definite physical events, as for example yesterday morning’s breakfast.

(In fact, Jane was fairly well “out of it” before tonight’s session, but decided to give it a try.)

[...] But you are not after all supposed to depend upon me, but to develop your own insights, and also to gain from your own mistakes and experience. [...]

Too-conscious an attempt will not help, but this material should help. The physical organism does indeed require sleep, but only the physical organism with its brain. [...]

[...] The nail I stepped on penetrated rather deeply through the sole of my shoe, but was not very painful; but since it was rusty we thought it best to get a tetanus shot. [...]

(I asked Jane if she wanted to end the session, but she merely shrugged. I could see that she was somewhat tired; her voice was getting hoarse also, but since I hoped we could get a little more information to verify the hypnosis experiment, for use in Jane’s book, I decided to continue.

[...] That person was committed to a love of drawing but not to a life of art. That mind had potential, but potential at that time quite undeveloped, waiting to blossom if it were allowed to. [...] Their work is quite mediocre, but they are satisfied. [...]

I try to straddle your definitions—but flowers, for example, in a fashion see themselves as their own artistic creations (emphatically). [...] But nature seeks to outdo itself in terms that are most basically artistic, even while those terms may also include quite utilitarian purposes. [...]

[...] But the creative problem is never entirely even stated: it is felt or sensed. [...] I refer to a creative tension, but one that is of course to some extent also a state of stress, creative stress. [...]

So in a certain fashion the artist is “looking for a creative solution to a sensed but never clearly stated problem or challenge, and that involves him in artistic adventure. [...] In the most basic of ways, the artist cannot say where he is going, for if he knows ahead of time he is not creating but copying, or following a series of prescribed steps like a mathematician. [...]

[...] You all enter this state frequently, but in the past you have been blind to the reality that is open within it. You have been given the package, in other words, but you have not opened it, so now we are going to tell you how to open it and use it. [...]

It was not projection alone, but your own fears can act to attract the fears of others and then you bear twice the burden. Now only your fears, but those that you are perceiving, so therefore, let your own go first. [...]

[...] You are manipulating in physical terms, but it should occur to you that you do not need the physical images. [...] And so later on you will not need the journeys, but now the journeys act as educational television. [...]

[...] The structure within the neurons is no longer a dead thing but the structure is a reality that speaks; and the reality speaks quite loudly in terms of heritage, of experiences encountered long before your physical form knew itself. You perceive realities of which the physical form is aware, but the ego is unaware. [...]

[...] But these are other dimensions of actuality where the reality that you know automatically is translated in different terms not, however, annihilated there as it seems, but translated. [...]

[...] I will comment on whatever you get, but the time has also come for you to meet each other, not only as the people you know yourselves to be here, but as the people that you also know you have been and to admit those recognitions that are beginning to flash across your consciousness. [...]

[...] The experiment then continues as it has continued, but you were not aware of it. [...]

[...] This is merely a beginning of courses in which you will become involved and you will meet your selves in those other levels of actuality as on several occasions you seem to meet yourselves in reincarnational situations in this room, so that you will be able to relate not only to the physical individual in this space and in this time and in this room, but also able to relate to other portions of your personality, in your terms, that existed in the past or will exist in the future. [...]

I do not want to romanticize nonhuman life either, or to overestimate its resources, but nature also has its own ways — and in those ways it constantly works toward survival of life in general. Nature may not bail you out, but it will always be there, adding its own vitality and strength to the overall good and health of the planet.

[...] I’ve seen such signs before, but do not recall what they meant, if anything. [...]

(I didn’t think she’d want to have a session, or feel like it, but Jane said she did. [...]

[...] This is true of individuals, but it also applies to many so-called survival groups, who congregate in one or another portion of the country, collecting supplies to carry them over the holocaust and to defend their families from those who might steal their provisions.

[...] But you are unconscious cocreators whether you know it or not. If our environment seems unstructured to you, it is only because you do not understand the true nature of order, which has nothing to do with permanent form, but only appears to have form from your perspective.

This is somewhat similar to your own emotional feelings when time seems speeded up or slowed down, but it is vastly different in important ways. Our psychological time could be compared in terms of environment to the walls of a room, but in our case the walls would be constantly changing in color, size, height, depth and width.

[...] There are other realities all about you, but you ignore their existence, and you blot out all stimuli that come from them. There is a reason for such a trance, as you will discover, but little by little you must wake up. [...]

[...] You could see, for example, your present living room not only as a conglomeration of permanent-appearing furniture, but switch your focus and see the immense and constant dance of molecules and other particles that compose the various objects.

Watching the hand in transition, changes apparent as they happened, joints and knuckles becoming very thick and large, flesh seeming to disappear so that hand became thinner otherwise,hand taking on the look of a very old woman’s, exceedingly bony, with the large, they said, exceptionally large, joints obvious; Rose frightened; Sally said the hand looked so stiff that it was here she asked me if I could bend the fingers, it was here I couldn’t answer her but did try to bend the hand; and at this point decided to give myself suggestions to come out of trance and for hand to return to normal. [...] But no suggestion had been given. My own hands are bony—but no, Rose said that my hand now was the normal hand of a young woman and it definitely had been an old woman’s hand; a very old woman’s hand. Everyone agreed on this—even Florence—but Theodore. [...]

[...] Whether this would have broken trance or not I don’t know, but as a result I saw nothing at this time; but did have the definite extension feeling on hand. [...] But the room was strange. [...]

[...] (Don’t know if I felt the subjective feeling before or after their comments, but no suggestions as to hand was given by me, and I asked no questions, sitting with eyes closed, concentrating, rather in good trance, but aware of their comments. [...]

[...] Vera and Theodore were then able to see it; and Sally, everyone but Florence, I believe. [...]