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My material, now being used in classes (ESP), will indeed draw other students. [...] It is no coincidence that he waited this long to introduce the material for class study.
His classes will show the change. [...] The classes will expand, and with students who will fit in admirably, for now his position is a stronger one.
(ESP class had really jumped last night. [...] “Fuck you, Seth!” one girl screamed — which daunted that worthy not at all: Class members hardly agree with Seth or anyone else all of the time. [...] Class lasted from 7 P.M. until after midnight, and by the time it was over everyone involved was, if not exhausted, certainly well exercised emotionally. We’re to get a transcript of the evening’s Seth material at next week’s class.*)
Now: Dictation (still whispering). Never as dramatic as our noisy class sessions.
[...] We’d described that episode briefly in ESP class the night before this [711th] session was held — so had our doing so caused her second Atlantis pickup? [...]
Now I present Seth in part from the ESP class session for April 17, 1973, as he answered students’ questions:
(In the ESP class session of February 9, 1971, Seth gave an excellent account of the particular aspect of his perceptions that I was referring to now. [...] Here’s an extract from the class session, which was recorded as usual:
(“You are aware of the selves that sit in this room on a particular evening of a snowstorm, with certain members of the class present, certain members absent, and with some new people here. I am familiar with the inner portions of your selves that you also know, however, but that the egotistical self has hidden from you, and so I must think constantly to myself: ‘Oh, yes, our Lady of Venice [Seth’s affectionate term for a class member] thinks that she sits in this specific room at this specific hour, and is wearing a blue outfit.’
We always liked the idea, however, that others were recording class events and were keeping tapes for us if and when we wanted them; we also liked the idea that it was safer to have the tapes scattered about instead of being kept in one place. In class Jane might have listened to portions of a tape as it was being made, or immediately after class was over, but seldom would I hear her playing the same tape later—if we had a copy of it, that is. [...]
[...] One very unusual way these showed themselves began on the evening of October 31, when four younger people who had been members of ESP class visited us from New York City.8 They’d been scouting the Elmira area for other ex-students, to see if any of them had old class tapes of Jane speaking for Seth and/or singing in Sumari; they had had some success in their searches, but we didn’t play any of the tapes that night.9
[...] They offered enthusiasm and faith and reinforcement to both of us, and renewed in us a fine nostalgia for old, seemingly more innocent times—even though all of us knew that that was illusory: Basically, those class days, those class years, couldn’t have been any more innocent than any other times; it was just that hindsight helped!
9. Jane held her ESP classes for seven and a half years (from September 1967 through February 1975). [...] Strange it may be, but Jane and I have never conducted a search for class artifacts, as our friends had just been doing, and as other former students had done before. [...]
(The session began late this evening because Jane and I first attended a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary surprise party for a member of ESP class. [...]
(At the supper table this evening we had been speculating about the times Seth had given in connection with his life as a pope, both in the ESP class session for May 25, 1971, and the 588th session in this chapter. [...]
[...] It also happens with the audio tapes from Jane’s ESP class, as she speaks for Seth, or as herself in exchanges with students, or as she speaks and sings in her trance language, Sumari. [...]
Also, copies of all of the Seth sessions — regular, private, and for ESP class — are in the collection of our papers at Yale. [...]
[...] Jane said that although she liked teaching, the first encounter with a class is one to be remembered. [...]
[...] In 1963, Jane talked to a class conducted by Mr. Clauss, at Elmira College, subject poetry. The college connection arose recently, because Jane also applied for a teaching job there, as well as in the Elmira school system.
[...] [The object represents Jane’s first day of teaching.] Briefly, a very violent scene was enacted before Jane and her class. [...]
[...] It is stupidity in class to worry that suggestion would cause a given result—for suggestion causes whatever you see. [...] And therefore, as Ruburt is very careful that suggestion is not involved, so he has also had you be overly cautious, and there have been many opportunities in class that you have missed for this reason—and these are the bets that I have spoken about earlier this evening. [...]
[...] Possibly, with some help from certain directions, we shall see what we can do in other classes. [...]
SESSION 494, ESP CLASS SESSION,
JULY 15, 1969, TUESDAY
[...] Anyhow, he used a phrase that I remembered when I woke up: “I live in a brown-paper-bag part of town,” meaning a lower middle-class neighborhood; he implied that that was his station in life, and that he had no idea of trying to change it, or felt that he couldn’t. In the dream I wore a brown faded coat and perhaps a small matching hat. [...]
[...] You have been doing very well and you have, indeed, learned and put into application some of the things that were told to you in class. [...]
(To Brad.) Our orange shirt over there, you have progressed more than you realize that you have, and being away from class during this time has done you good. [...]
ESP CLASS SESSION, NOVEMBER 24, 1970
TUESDAY
If there is a class session, a long one, and if Ruburt feels tired, then the following session of my own may be a briefer one. [...]