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(As Seth also suggested, I touched her leg at the ankle, since she sat across from me at the coffee table with her feet upon it. [...]

(This is the first session Jane has held since giving the deleted one for last January 7. Once again, she was very uncomfortable as she sat in her chair across the coffee table from me. [...]

[...] In his coffee is sufficient.

(As Seth, Jane picked up a copy of Personal Reality from the coffee table. [...]

[...] A nurse got Jane some toast, ice cream, coffee and pudding, since we’d missed supper. [...]

[...] The glass of wine on the coffee table before me, the cigarettes, and the mass-produced table itself, are all reminders that my most adventuresome journeys into other realities are rooted, for now at least, in the physical world of events that we all share together.

[...] Our long coffee table separated us. [...]

[...] By the time she laid them on the coffee table between us she was in trance. [...]

(Five items could be the station wagon, a cup of coffee, a pile of bricks, paint-stained khakis, and the world itself; but this is open to other interpretations, we would say. [...]

[...] As session time approached Jane was so unenthusiastic that I made her coffee to help pep her up, at her request.

[...] At 8:59 she was in the kitchen making coffee. [...]

[...] A second later I was at her left side, having to go around the coffee table to reach her.

Ruburt should drink no more than five cups of coffee daily at the most. [...]

[...] (Seth-Jane spoke emphatically, rapping upon the coffee table between us.) Because of this, physically speaking and in life as you think of it, the mind is to a large extent dependent upon the brain’s growth and activity. [...]

[...] She smoked while speaking, and for the most part sat or kneeled on the floor before our long coffee table; these are favorite positions of hers, not at all unusual when we have company.

[...] Above, Seth refers to the brief session Jane held in the coffee shop of the Paramount Hotel in New York City, for Raymond Van Over of the Parapsychology Foundation. [...]

(Seth actually made an elaborately humorous request for the dash in the last sentence: Jane, her eyes very dark, leaned far forward over our coffee table and spoke to me in a soft voice.)

(By now I was sitting tensely on the edge of our couch, bending over the notebook as it lay on the coffee table before me. [...]

There is a coffee urn, or a silver-colored urn. [...]

[...] She looked at it briefly and laid it down on the coffee table. [...]